[YamaChii] Between Sound and Photographs ~Composition of the Heart~
Title: Between Sound and Photographs ~Composition of the Heart~
Author: Ai no Messeji
Pairings: YamaChii, InooBu, ChiiTaro, YamaJima, HikaNoo
Genre: Romance, Angst, Fluff, Slice of Life
Summary: A photographer who expresses his feelings by capturing moments within his camera lenses and a pianist who speaks to the world with his compositions and music. Both are brothers. Both are full of dreams. Both are content and happy, but one tragic moment changed their lives forever. That one moment, it shattered their dreams, broke their hearts and left them with nothing but the feel of abandonment, loneliness and depression. Well not until-not until fate changed it all and rekindled the once dying flame of life.
Special Note: This would be a special-story in dedication for my Ichiban, Chinen Yuri. Remember I posted this last year for his 18th birthday, but since I was busy. I couldn’t finish nor type this whole plot line. Now for his 19th birthday this coming 30th of November, let’s try to upload this. Okay? Again, why I did this? It’s because with this story, I want to send a special message to everyone. I want to let everyone know that everyone deserves to dream. I want to let everyone know that even if trials in life keep on being a hindrance to achieve one’s dream. We still can achieve it as long as we try. Also, I would like to tell everyone that everybody deserves a second chance. Do not judge. Everyone can change for the better. This story is a positive approach in life, just like our beloved Chinen-kun, he sees life as something that is optimistic and full of life. So, I hope everyone will enjoy this.
Between Sound and Photographs ~Composition of the Heart~
Prologue - From the Camera’s Perspective
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Walking on the beach, while the sun is on its farewell, is a usual habit for him. Since, the composition of everything-the sunset, the beach, the breeze and even the sand on his feet, it is something magical to his eyes. It is very expressive, so full of dreams. It’s life’s innocence. It is life’s wonder. It’s his muse and his forte-expressive art. “Kireii na~” he whispered as he gently moved his bare feet under the sand. While as he did so, the wind, it free-willing touched his skin, whispering soundless apathy. And as he sashayed and played like a child, the cold rush of sea-water-splash, splash, it ticked his toes and made his heart do fluttery movements. And feeling such bliss, he couldn’t help but feel a ghost of a smile tug its way on his lips. It was perfect. “…life is so beautiful this way,” he mused as he grabs hold of his camera and began to capture memories and moments of a lifetime. Since the place where he is now, it is a perfect scene. It is such an indescribable moment-a fine shot.
Click, Click…
The sound of the world and its voices is melody to his ears. The way it resonates, it brings calmness into his heart. It’s like magic. People’s boisterous laughter, the birds honest chirps, the trees gentle swaying, his camera lenses ticking and his calm breathing. All are blending in with every click he makes. And that mere gesture of freedom, it somehow brightens up the sorrow of the world. It brightens up his world, because as he dance with every refine shots and captured memories on his camera. His passion and his love over beautiful things, it takes over him. It reigns inside his heart. While his expressive-side, it voluntarily sets his own self free. As his small fingers, it captures little pieces and short instances, somehow cautiously making sure that nothing passes by his eyes. That he expresses everything with passion and heart’s desire-click, click. “Beautiful…” he chirped, his eyes shining like that of an innocent child, while his hands. It wouldn’t stop fiddling with the camera, because life moves for him within those camera lenses.
It is his paradise.
Click, Click…
Children’s enthusiasm, a mother’s worried expression, a father’s smile, the sun as it sets again for the nth time-beautiful blessings, a God-given gift, he wants to capture it all in just one-click.
His eyes flashed with glee.
Click, Click…
He has spotted something.
Something, that is worth to keep.
Click!
…and the sound of that succulent laughter as it blends in with those pretty smiles, showing nothing. Nothing more and nothing less but the world's finest assets and what the world has to offer. It’s beauty.
Click, Click…
He has captured it all with his camera. He has stored it all inside his house of reflection that mirrors what the naked eyes have never seen before. Those precious times, those innocent moments, it is now embroiled inside his heart. Patterned inside his soul and carved inside his memories. It’s simply a wonderful thing. “You are too obsessed with that camera, Yuri,” a velvety voice rang through his ears, while big and warm hands slowly enclosed itself along his slim waist, before a small smile suddenly crept on his captor's sultry lips. “Are you jealous, Ryosuke?” The one named Yuri teased, his charcoal-eyes sparkling with pure mischief. While those small hands of his, it slowly made its way on the other’s neck, while his body. It moved in adjustment so that he can see his captor, face to face.
“…maybe, who knows…” Ryosuke whispered huskily against the latter’s ears, making it so, so that his Yuri is the only one who could hear. And somehow that sudden action, it made the photographer’s breathe hitch, while his face it turned tomato-red. Because really, he could never get used to his lover’s voice. It is so passionate and dead-gorgeous. He just couldn’t stop the flow of blood forming on his cheeks. It’s just too coaxing, languid and full of romance. “Quit using that voice on me, Ryosuke!” Yuri pouted as he stares at his lover’s gleeful brown-eyes. Ryosuke on the other hand, who is very amused, only laughed at the cute reaction of his lover, before he captured Yuri’s lips in a passionate kiss.
Click!
Another captured moment, a precious one at that. And somehow that made the young couple share a sweet and loving smile. “…photo-freak,” Ryosuke smiled after the kiss. “I know,” Yuri smiled back before he leaned in for another kiss.
Click…
Although, after that last shot, neither of them knew that.it will be their last picture together. Because that day on the beach, it was their one last happy moment together, before all of it changed and turned into a sorrowful tragedy. It’s like-.
One moment, last kiss…
One last click…
Then emptiness, sorrow, pain and darkness-
Because within a blink of an eye, everything changed, all turned into nothingness like it is as if happy ever after never existed. It is as if everything was only a dream-a fantasy living inside reality. Since after that one last shot-last click, all turned against him-them. Since all became lifeless. Although the tragic part about it is that. It is not only him who lost everything. Also his older brother and their family-click.
To be continued.
Next Chapter:
Prologue - From the Pianist’s Eyes
Author’s Note: I separated the protagonists’ introduction. I want to build a story wherein both can be seen. I won’t be focusing on just YamaChii but also the other pair, which is YabuNoo. This is a lot better than before, I think. I fixed it already. I feel much more content with this one. Hehe…