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CATEGORY: JE Fanfic
PAIRING: Kame + Reader
RATING: GP
SYNOPSIS: You are wishing, somehow expecting, to see Kame in the fireworks festival in Yoyogi Park. Will he be there?
TRICK: To enjoy this fanfic, imagine yourself as the main character and insert your name in place of the character's.
DISCLAIMER: I am not affiliated to Johnny's Entertainment in any way and is not connected to any of its talents. This is a fan-made story.
Yoroshiku Onegaishimasu
Chapter 5: Fireworks and Faith
When I arrived in Yoyogi Park, the place was already cramped with a lot of people - children running around and chasing each other, dogs pulled by their owners, families having a picnic on a blanket and lovers cuddling under the moonlight.
I suddenly felt an envy for them. I wish there is someone I could watch the fireworks with. I felt the distance between me and my family, a thousand miles of water and land away from them. A sudden urge to call home had started building up inside me, but I decided not to bother them at this time. I might just end up sobbing on the phone out of homesickness. Thanks to my best friend Mia who was supposed to be with me tonight but had chosen to go to her favorite magazine’s anniversary party in Roponggi, I am so alone tonight.
The irony is: the more people around you, the more you realize how alone you are.
I walked past the clump of people who lined up the path I was going to tread towards the western side of the park. I wanted to sit on my favorite bench near the dog run but a couple, probably senior high students, was already occupying it. The boy had his hair dyed to a bright blond while the girl’s was chestnut brown. They were dressed in casual clothes, just shirt and jeans, but they were adorned with these cute little stuff toys - on their bags, around their necks and hanging out of their pockets. Decorers, I thought.
The boy put his hand around the girl’s shoulders and leaned closer to her. I was not sure if it was to whisper something on her ear or plant a light peck on her cheeks. Whatever it was, I found it sweet. I’m not a high school girl anymore, but I easily get fascinated with the simplest gesture of affection that I myself is not capable of showing. Romantic Art is not hard to appreciate, but hard to live with its standards. My sensibility just runs unleashed when I paint.
I smiled at the teenagers. Okay, you can borrow my favorite bench for tonight. I made myself comfortable standing under one of the trees. I looked up the sky and wished on every star I saw to be able to watch the next Summer Fireworks Festival with someone - someone who would hold my hand at the middle of the fireworks display and promise to watch the next festivals together for the rest of our lives; someone who would ride the Daikanransha with me, gaze at the rainbow bridge at the distance and tell me that it feels good to be up high because all things so hazy became clear from a view above; someone who would accompany me to the park and watch the falling sakura as he whispers to me that the rate of the falling blossoms is 5 centimeters per second; and someone I could convince to cosplay on Claude as I donned my Tifa on Harajuku on a Sunday.
The explosion of colors in the sky burst my bubbles of thoughts. The sky was like a black palette and the fireworks were like oil paints dropping on it, splattering and staining it.
But the difference is, oil paints stay. Fireworks don’t.
This is a rare chance. The first Fireworks Festival held in Yoyogi Park.
A rare chance. As rare as meeting Kamenashi Kazuya this morning.
A thin line of red rocketed into the sky like laser wounding the darkness. Then, it exploded into the sky like little temporary stars beaming with a spectrum of colors - red, yellow, green, orange. And at one point, the fireworks shined at their brightest, a display of colors that lighted up the whole place like dawn. But after the surprise, the temporary stars stopped beaming, the colors faded into mere dust-like residues that slowly fall down from the sky but disappeared before it can even reach us.
The heaven was once again quiet and the sky gods appeared to be asleep.
I heaved a deep sigh. It was beautiful.
At one moment, the fireworks were illuminating brightly. The next moment, they were gone.
And I guess, faith is just like that.
It is the substance of things hoped for, the evidence of things not seen. And though the fireworks were gone, I am certain it had been there. The radiance of the colors might cease to be visible, but the radiance of the memory it leaves shine brighter the more you remember it.
Your are like fireworks, Kamenashi Kazuya. I am glad that even for once, you let me see your rare hue.
I stayed there in my position for a while and let the people one by one disperse. I am not so much in a hurry, there’s no one waiting for me in my apartment anyway.
I closed my eyes and clutched the strap of my back pack tighter. His face appeared in my mind: eyes shaped like an almond, hair that is a mixture of light brown to orange blonde and lips that were but two thin lines complementing his pointed chin.
One last chance, I whispered to myself.
When I opened my eyes, the couple sitting on my favorite bench was gone. I slowly walked towards the bench and sat comfortably on it as if it was my first time to do it. I looked around the place.
How in the world have I thought that Kame could be in this place? I heaved a sigh and realized how silly of me to think that way. The idealistic part of me dominated again.
You are like fireworks, Kamenashi Kazuya. You happened to me once and never will you happen again.
I opened the zipper of my backpack and pulled out a plastic folder. I pulled out the art work I had been working hard this morning. A small smile formed in my lips as I looked at it. Very simple, but I guess, this is all I can do.
I stood up and placed the painting on top of the bench. I put a few small stones on top of it to prevent it from being flown away by the wind. I walked a few steps away from the bench and turned back for the last time.
You are like fireworks, Kamenashi Kazuya. I might not see you again but I know you’re somewhere there, around me, existing in the same world.
I walked away farther and father from Yoyogi Park, and this time, I looked back no more.
PAIRING: Kame + Reader
RATING: GP
SYNOPSIS: You are wishing, somehow expecting, to see Kame in the fireworks festival in Yoyogi Park. Will he be there?
TRICK: To enjoy this fanfic, imagine yourself as the main character and insert your name in place of the character's.
DISCLAIMER: I am not affiliated to Johnny's Entertainment in any way and is not connected to any of its talents. This is a fan-made story.
Yoroshiku Onegaishimasu
Chapter 5: Fireworks and Faith
When I arrived in Yoyogi Park, the place was already cramped with a lot of people - children running around and chasing each other, dogs pulled by their owners, families having a picnic on a blanket and lovers cuddling under the moonlight.
I suddenly felt an envy for them. I wish there is someone I could watch the fireworks with. I felt the distance between me and my family, a thousand miles of water and land away from them. A sudden urge to call home had started building up inside me, but I decided not to bother them at this time. I might just end up sobbing on the phone out of homesickness. Thanks to my best friend Mia who was supposed to be with me tonight but had chosen to go to her favorite magazine’s anniversary party in Roponggi, I am so alone tonight.
The irony is: the more people around you, the more you realize how alone you are.
I walked past the clump of people who lined up the path I was going to tread towards the western side of the park. I wanted to sit on my favorite bench near the dog run but a couple, probably senior high students, was already occupying it. The boy had his hair dyed to a bright blond while the girl’s was chestnut brown. They were dressed in casual clothes, just shirt and jeans, but they were adorned with these cute little stuff toys - on their bags, around their necks and hanging out of their pockets. Decorers, I thought.
The boy put his hand around the girl’s shoulders and leaned closer to her. I was not sure if it was to whisper something on her ear or plant a light peck on her cheeks. Whatever it was, I found it sweet. I’m not a high school girl anymore, but I easily get fascinated with the simplest gesture of affection that I myself is not capable of showing. Romantic Art is not hard to appreciate, but hard to live with its standards. My sensibility just runs unleashed when I paint.
I smiled at the teenagers. Okay, you can borrow my favorite bench for tonight. I made myself comfortable standing under one of the trees. I looked up the sky and wished on every star I saw to be able to watch the next Summer Fireworks Festival with someone - someone who would hold my hand at the middle of the fireworks display and promise to watch the next festivals together for the rest of our lives; someone who would ride the Daikanransha with me, gaze at the rainbow bridge at the distance and tell me that it feels good to be up high because all things so hazy became clear from a view above; someone who would accompany me to the park and watch the falling sakura as he whispers to me that the rate of the falling blossoms is 5 centimeters per second; and someone I could convince to cosplay on Claude as I donned my Tifa on Harajuku on a Sunday.
The explosion of colors in the sky burst my bubbles of thoughts. The sky was like a black palette and the fireworks were like oil paints dropping on it, splattering and staining it.
But the difference is, oil paints stay. Fireworks don’t.
This is a rare chance. The first Fireworks Festival held in Yoyogi Park.
A rare chance. As rare as meeting Kamenashi Kazuya this morning.
A thin line of red rocketed into the sky like laser wounding the darkness. Then, it exploded into the sky like little temporary stars beaming with a spectrum of colors - red, yellow, green, orange. And at one point, the fireworks shined at their brightest, a display of colors that lighted up the whole place like dawn. But after the surprise, the temporary stars stopped beaming, the colors faded into mere dust-like residues that slowly fall down from the sky but disappeared before it can even reach us.
The heaven was once again quiet and the sky gods appeared to be asleep.
I heaved a deep sigh. It was beautiful.
At one moment, the fireworks were illuminating brightly. The next moment, they were gone.
And I guess, faith is just like that.
It is the substance of things hoped for, the evidence of things not seen. And though the fireworks were gone, I am certain it had been there. The radiance of the colors might cease to be visible, but the radiance of the memory it leaves shine brighter the more you remember it.
Your are like fireworks, Kamenashi Kazuya. I am glad that even for once, you let me see your rare hue.
I stayed there in my position for a while and let the people one by one disperse. I am not so much in a hurry, there’s no one waiting for me in my apartment anyway.
I closed my eyes and clutched the strap of my back pack tighter. His face appeared in my mind: eyes shaped like an almond, hair that is a mixture of light brown to orange blonde and lips that were but two thin lines complementing his pointed chin.
One last chance, I whispered to myself.
When I opened my eyes, the couple sitting on my favorite bench was gone. I slowly walked towards the bench and sat comfortably on it as if it was my first time to do it. I looked around the place.
How in the world have I thought that Kame could be in this place? I heaved a sigh and realized how silly of me to think that way. The idealistic part of me dominated again.
You are like fireworks, Kamenashi Kazuya. You happened to me once and never will you happen again.
I opened the zipper of my backpack and pulled out a plastic folder. I pulled out the art work I had been working hard this morning. A small smile formed in my lips as I looked at it. Very simple, but I guess, this is all I can do.
I stood up and placed the painting on top of the bench. I put a few small stones on top of it to prevent it from being flown away by the wind. I walked a few steps away from the bench and turned back for the last time.
You are like fireworks, Kamenashi Kazuya. I might not see you again but I know you’re somewhere there, around me, existing in the same world.
I walked away farther and father from Yoyogi Park, and this time, I looked back no more.