I Wish: #43 "Star", Tohma/Sakano
Title: I Wish
Author: Capella Morningside
Theme: #43 - Star
Pairing: Tohma Seguchi/Sakano
Genre: Romance
Rating: PG
Words: 850+
Warnings: None.
Disclaimer: Don’t own it, don’t make money from it.
Summary: “Star light, star bright, the first star I see tonight, I wish...”
“What would you prefer? I prefer red myself, or maybe some rich variety from Spain or Hungary, they always have just enough bite. Or would you favor something milder, Sakano-san?”
Tohma’s face was hidden behind the large wine listing, otherwise he would have seen the dumbfounded look on his companion’s face. “I, ano, sh-shachou...”
“Please.” A smiling face appeared over the lowering sheet of paper. “When it’s just the two of us, you needn’t address me like we are at work.”
“S...seguchi-san?” Sakano tried.
“You can do better than that.”
Adjusting his glasses in timid habit, the younger man bit his lip, unnerved by the mere prospect of what he was about to say. Swallowing deeply, cringing as if about to be struck, he did what he once considered impossible. “Tohma.”
“Much better.” A satisfied look from the addressed. “And what were you going to say before?”
“I-I... I forgot,” came the whimper in response.
The date that afternoon had been eventful in more ways than one. Toward the end of their lunch they agreed to meet up for dinner as well, and following that, there had been a long, aimless drive around the city. This had taken them to a secluded hilltop parking lot like a couple of high school kids, but nothing of that usual nature really had taken place... just a longer, deeper talk than the two of them ever remembered sharing. They eventually parted in front of Sakano’s apartment building, albeit a little reluctantly, with a rather unexpected and prolonged kiss that left the producer dizzy.
Having eaten so much rich food all day, Sakano was no longer having his usual evening bout with munchies, and with so much on his mind from the still-unbelievable events of the day, he hadn’t been able to sleep either, despite the late hour.
A walk in the park was more than perfect for the evening; it was bright from an almost full moon and unusually warm. The ground was still wet from the rain that afternoon, but every cloud had fled since and the sky was perfectly clear.
Sakano loved how perfect Seguchi’s touch felt against his skin, how softly those delicately cared-for hands ran through his hair while his head rested against the musician’s shoulder. The world didn’t exist then, none of the man’s usual worries and cares crossing his mind, the silence between then not an awkward one but a conversation in itself, not a discussion told in words but in senses and emotions.
It was something in the way the president held him that struck Sakano with concern when he was finally able to place his finger on it-- Tohma was afraid. Afraid of what, the other didn’t know, but he did the best he could to calm that fear in their silent dialogue, nervously reaching out to take his companion’s hand into his own, holding and caressing it as if it were the most valuable treasure he’d ever handled... and to him, it was. This seemed to soothe the blonde, but not completely.
Sitting on a moderately damp bench, Sakano stared at the empty sky, all the stars blocked out from the city lights except for the brightest ones. How symbolic, he thought... cities are such bright places, only those that shine the brightest will make a name for themselves, be seen over the blinding lights that surround everything and penetrate everywhere.
Looking at the very first star he saw, folding his hands together, the producer did his best to remember a little English rhyme he’d heard from a child.
“Star light, star bright, the first star I see tonight... I wish...”
Stuck on his words, Sakano paused, then took a deep breath and continued.
“I wish that Seguchi... er, Tohma, has a long and happy life. Whether he chooses to live that life with me, or with anyone else. That no matter who he chooses to be with, he is loved, and loves them in return.”
It was the same as the prayer he said every morning when he woke up, and the same thing he wished every time Tohma even crossed his mind. And even though he wasn’t the brightest star in the city, and he knew it... a little insignificant one, that couldn’t outshine the glaring lights of the city itself... he gave his light to the one he loved most so that they could become even brighter.
“I need to thank you, Sakano.”
He had been just on the verge of sleep, lulling away into a dream to the comforting sensation of the president’s fingers in his hair. “Hm? What for?”
A sigh. “You see me as a human being.”
“But... that’s what you are, T...Tohma.”
“Too many people don’t think that. To them, I’m only an image... almost a god in their eyes. So... thank you.”
“Thank you, as well,” Sakano returned.
No more needed to be said; Tohma understood, and leaning down, he planted a reassuring kiss on the other’s forehead.
(EDIT 12/27/05: This has been bugging me for days, unable to fix until now. There were supposed to be italics because this piece was a mesh of flashbacks and present, but I forgot them in my rush to get this one up. Now fixed and comprehensible.)
Author: Capella Morningside
Theme: #43 - Star
Pairing: Tohma Seguchi/Sakano
Genre: Romance
Rating: PG
Words: 850+
Warnings: None.
Disclaimer: Don’t own it, don’t make money from it.
Summary: “Star light, star bright, the first star I see tonight, I wish...”
“What would you prefer? I prefer red myself, or maybe some rich variety from Spain or Hungary, they always have just enough bite. Or would you favor something milder, Sakano-san?”
Tohma’s face was hidden behind the large wine listing, otherwise he would have seen the dumbfounded look on his companion’s face. “I, ano, sh-shachou...”
“Please.” A smiling face appeared over the lowering sheet of paper. “When it’s just the two of us, you needn’t address me like we are at work.”
“S...seguchi-san?” Sakano tried.
“You can do better than that.”
Adjusting his glasses in timid habit, the younger man bit his lip, unnerved by the mere prospect of what he was about to say. Swallowing deeply, cringing as if about to be struck, he did what he once considered impossible. “Tohma.”
“Much better.” A satisfied look from the addressed. “And what were you going to say before?”
“I-I... I forgot,” came the whimper in response.
The date that afternoon had been eventful in more ways than one. Toward the end of their lunch they agreed to meet up for dinner as well, and following that, there had been a long, aimless drive around the city. This had taken them to a secluded hilltop parking lot like a couple of high school kids, but nothing of that usual nature really had taken place... just a longer, deeper talk than the two of them ever remembered sharing. They eventually parted in front of Sakano’s apartment building, albeit a little reluctantly, with a rather unexpected and prolonged kiss that left the producer dizzy.
Having eaten so much rich food all day, Sakano was no longer having his usual evening bout with munchies, and with so much on his mind from the still-unbelievable events of the day, he hadn’t been able to sleep either, despite the late hour.
A walk in the park was more than perfect for the evening; it was bright from an almost full moon and unusually warm. The ground was still wet from the rain that afternoon, but every cloud had fled since and the sky was perfectly clear.
Sakano loved how perfect Seguchi’s touch felt against his skin, how softly those delicately cared-for hands ran through his hair while his head rested against the musician’s shoulder. The world didn’t exist then, none of the man’s usual worries and cares crossing his mind, the silence between then not an awkward one but a conversation in itself, not a discussion told in words but in senses and emotions.
It was something in the way the president held him that struck Sakano with concern when he was finally able to place his finger on it-- Tohma was afraid. Afraid of what, the other didn’t know, but he did the best he could to calm that fear in their silent dialogue, nervously reaching out to take his companion’s hand into his own, holding and caressing it as if it were the most valuable treasure he’d ever handled... and to him, it was. This seemed to soothe the blonde, but not completely.
Sitting on a moderately damp bench, Sakano stared at the empty sky, all the stars blocked out from the city lights except for the brightest ones. How symbolic, he thought... cities are such bright places, only those that shine the brightest will make a name for themselves, be seen over the blinding lights that surround everything and penetrate everywhere.
Looking at the very first star he saw, folding his hands together, the producer did his best to remember a little English rhyme he’d heard from a child.
“Star light, star bright, the first star I see tonight... I wish...”
Stuck on his words, Sakano paused, then took a deep breath and continued.
“I wish that Seguchi... er, Tohma, has a long and happy life. Whether he chooses to live that life with me, or with anyone else. That no matter who he chooses to be with, he is loved, and loves them in return.”
It was the same as the prayer he said every morning when he woke up, and the same thing he wished every time Tohma even crossed his mind. And even though he wasn’t the brightest star in the city, and he knew it... a little insignificant one, that couldn’t outshine the glaring lights of the city itself... he gave his light to the one he loved most so that they could become even brighter.
“I need to thank you, Sakano.”
He had been just on the verge of sleep, lulling away into a dream to the comforting sensation of the president’s fingers in his hair. “Hm? What for?”
A sigh. “You see me as a human being.”
“But... that’s what you are, T...Tohma.”
“Too many people don’t think that. To them, I’m only an image... almost a god in their eyes. So... thank you.”
“Thank you, as well,” Sakano returned.
No more needed to be said; Tohma understood, and leaning down, he planted a reassuring kiss on the other’s forehead.
(EDIT 12/27/05: This has been bugging me for days, unable to fix until now. There were supposed to be italics because this piece was a mesh of flashbacks and present, but I forgot them in my rush to get this one up. Now fixed and comprehensible.)