happy birthday J!!!
i know i'm late...
but it's still the 30th somewhere else in the world so...
HAPPY 29th BIRTHDAY Matssun!!!
you will always be my Ouji!
and, as his birhtday treat, here's a drabble-ish oneshot with him and his Hime!
TITLE: Beautiful Tears
CHARACTERS: Matsumoto Jun, Inoue Mao
GENRE: RL
RATINGS: PG
DISCLAIMER: The only thing i own in this story is the plot...
SUMMARY: For the moment, I’ve got everything I need right here...
It wasn’t actually the noise that woke him up. No, it certainly wasn’t. It wasn’t even the lack of human warmth lying next to him on his bed, although admittedly, it may have had some contribution. And, if truth be told, he wasn’t actually sure why he suddenly found his eyes fluttering open in the middle of the night even despite the fact that he’s already dead beat tired.
But it did. For some reason, it did. And the first thing he noticed was that Mao’s not lying next to him on the bed. He was just about to assume that she might have just headed to the bathroom or the kitchen or something when he heard that noise.
It wasn’t loud. In fact, it was quite subdued, as though the source of the sound was trying hard not to be noticed by anyone else, let alone him.
But maybe because he’d just woken up, or maybe because the silence of the room aided it, Jun still heard it, that sniffing sound. And he knew that sound so much although he does try his best to not hear it.
It’s the sound of Mao crying. Or to be more precise, it’s the sound of Mao trying to stifle her tears.
Not even bothering to put on a robe over his pajamas, he made his way out of his room to the living room where he noticed the lights turned on.
The first thing he saw was that it really was Mao who’s in there, but she wasn’t on the sofa. Her slumped feature was on the floor, between the center table and the sofa, in her arms is one of the throw pillows that adorned the sitting fixture, and his first assessment was right. She really is crying.
He felt his heart wrench at the sight of the woman he’d loved and been with for the past half a decade. And really, the moment his eyes caught sight of her image, nothing more registered than the tears that were rolling from her eyes.
In that quick span of time it took him to approach her, a lot of stuff started to run through his mind. He wondered what the reason behind her tears was. Sure, Mao wasn’t made of stone and that at times, she does break down but it does take a lot to make her cry. And then it hit him, in the last few years, a greater percentage of the reason behind Mao’s tears was him. And while some of those tears were good and happy tears, some of those tears were also bad and sad ones.
And for the moment, before Mao was alerted of his presence, Jun wasn’t sure, if in case he’s really the reason this time around, what tears was Mao shedding. There was even a momentary panic in his heart of the sudden wild thought that somehow ended up with the image of Mao leaving him.
So when knelt next to her and placed his hand over her shoulder and Mao turned to him and, after a couple of seconds of surprise, hugged him tightly, he felt a little of his fears elevate. The tightness of her hug couldn’t mean she’s leaving. But still, there remains the fact that she’s crying.
For a while, they just stayed that way until Mao’s tears stopped and her sniffling subsided. That was the only time Jun let her go from his embrace.
Wiping the last of the tears that was still on her cheeks as he tucked some of her loose hair behind her ear, he asked gently “Are you all right?”
Mao sniffed before she nodded and replied “Yeah. I’m sorry if I woke you up…”
“No, you didn’t,” Jun smiled. “Not exactly at least. I just felt that you weren’t next to me.”
“I woke up and couldn’t get back to sleep,” Mao explained. “So I thought I’d lull myself to sleep after I watch a bit. And then I saw this,” she added, gesturing to the television as she did.
It was the first time Jun noticed that the TV was actually on especially since the sound was practically on mute. It was only after that when what Mao was watching registered to him. It was a recording of their 24 hour TV run.
The recording was just given to him earlier actually, by some of the members of their staff who figured that since they were also too busy throughout the day, there’s a high chance that they missed a few things while they were preparing or doping something else. They were all given one; Ohno, Sho, Aiba, Nino, and him. He had already decided that he was going to borrow a recording from his mom or sister, since both do usually record 24hr TV, before that which is why he felt grateful. He was about to start watching earlier too but he found himself drowsing off which is why he ended up going to sleep. It was also the reason why the tape was still in the VCR.
And the moment that was flashing on screen just happen to be during his conduction of the wind instrument band of Koubunkan High School.
Still slightly confused, he turned back to look at Mao just in time for the woman to lunge at her, causing him to lose his balance and end up sitting on the floor, with Mao still hugging him. Jun had this slight suspicion that Mao had just started to tear up some more. She usually does those kinds of actions during times like those.
“It was so touching…” he heard her murmur against his next.
He’d heard that from a lot of people and, quite frankly, he felt as touched as the others were about the band’s performance. Their music was beautiful and perfect and it really was something else.
“But you couldn’t even hear the music,” he still ended up chiding.
“I heard it the first time,” Mao said, hitting him lightly by the chest though still not lifting her head from crook of his neck. “Besides… You looked like you were about to tear up…”
For a moment, Jun found himself speechless. It wasn’t a big secret that he found himself tearful during the performance. It took him all the effort in the world actually to not let his tears fall as he conducted the band. But it was that hidden message behind those words that took him in.
Mao started crying because she saw him tear up and seriously; he felt his heart swell.
Instead of crying though, he found himself throwing back his head as he gave out a good chuckle, hugging Mao closer as he did.
The action, it turned out, both amused and confused Mao. It also effectively stopped her from crying.
“What are you laughing about?” she asked.
There was still a huge grin on his lips as he simply looked at her and shook his head. Without saying another word, he reached out for the remote and turned the VCR and TV off before he gathered her in his arms and carried her to their room.
They were both already under the covers when Mao voiced out “You’re acting weird.”
“It’s okay,” Jun shrugged as he pulled her closer to him. “You still love me anyway.”
Mao didn’t say anything in reply but the one sided hug she gave as she stretched her arm across his chest said enough. Jun smiled.
For a while, neither of them spoke and, suspiciously, they both seemed to have started to fall back into sleep with an identical huge smile on their lips when Mao suddenly started as though surprised, prompting Jun’s eyes to snap open again.
He was just about to ask what happened when Mao said “Oh, that’s right! It’s already tomorrow! Happy 29th Ouji!”
It took Jun half a minute to fully take in what Mao had just said before he realized that she is right and it’s already his birthday. He’s already 29 years old. In response, he gave her a quick kiss on her forehead.
“Thanks,” he whispered.
“What gift do you want for your birthday?” Mao asked.
“For the moment, I’ve got everything I need right here,” he simply replied.
He felt Mao smile against him before he felt her hug him tightly again.
Truthfully, Mao’s little crying scene, or more accurately, the reason behind that crying scene, had been enough of gift for him; the knowledge that Mao still cares that deeply for him and that she still loves him.
Nothing’s going to trump that. Well, none yet.
-----FIN-----
i'll be honest...
this is a bit rushed... my work is getting the best out of me at the moment and to be honest, it's not a very fun time there for a while now... but i won't rant here, partly because it should be a happy day to celebrate one Matsumoto Jun's day (yesterday) and [artly because i still need to get some sleep...
i'll also try to come up with somethign else this coming weekend for our OTP! :)
btw, how was the fic? comments are loved!!!
but it's still the 30th somewhere else in the world so...
HAPPY 29th BIRTHDAY Matssun!!!
you will always be my Ouji!
and, as his birhtday treat, here's a drabble-ish oneshot with him and his Hime!
TITLE: Beautiful Tears
CHARACTERS: Matsumoto Jun, Inoue Mao
GENRE: RL
RATINGS: PG
DISCLAIMER: The only thing i own in this story is the plot...
SUMMARY: For the moment, I’ve got everything I need right here...
It wasn’t actually the noise that woke him up. No, it certainly wasn’t. It wasn’t even the lack of human warmth lying next to him on his bed, although admittedly, it may have had some contribution. And, if truth be told, he wasn’t actually sure why he suddenly found his eyes fluttering open in the middle of the night even despite the fact that he’s already dead beat tired.
But it did. For some reason, it did. And the first thing he noticed was that Mao’s not lying next to him on the bed. He was just about to assume that she might have just headed to the bathroom or the kitchen or something when he heard that noise.
It wasn’t loud. In fact, it was quite subdued, as though the source of the sound was trying hard not to be noticed by anyone else, let alone him.
But maybe because he’d just woken up, or maybe because the silence of the room aided it, Jun still heard it, that sniffing sound. And he knew that sound so much although he does try his best to not hear it.
It’s the sound of Mao crying. Or to be more precise, it’s the sound of Mao trying to stifle her tears.
Not even bothering to put on a robe over his pajamas, he made his way out of his room to the living room where he noticed the lights turned on.
The first thing he saw was that it really was Mao who’s in there, but she wasn’t on the sofa. Her slumped feature was on the floor, between the center table and the sofa, in her arms is one of the throw pillows that adorned the sitting fixture, and his first assessment was right. She really is crying.
He felt his heart wrench at the sight of the woman he’d loved and been with for the past half a decade. And really, the moment his eyes caught sight of her image, nothing more registered than the tears that were rolling from her eyes.
In that quick span of time it took him to approach her, a lot of stuff started to run through his mind. He wondered what the reason behind her tears was. Sure, Mao wasn’t made of stone and that at times, she does break down but it does take a lot to make her cry. And then it hit him, in the last few years, a greater percentage of the reason behind Mao’s tears was him. And while some of those tears were good and happy tears, some of those tears were also bad and sad ones.
And for the moment, before Mao was alerted of his presence, Jun wasn’t sure, if in case he’s really the reason this time around, what tears was Mao shedding. There was even a momentary panic in his heart of the sudden wild thought that somehow ended up with the image of Mao leaving him.
So when knelt next to her and placed his hand over her shoulder and Mao turned to him and, after a couple of seconds of surprise, hugged him tightly, he felt a little of his fears elevate. The tightness of her hug couldn’t mean she’s leaving. But still, there remains the fact that she’s crying.
For a while, they just stayed that way until Mao’s tears stopped and her sniffling subsided. That was the only time Jun let her go from his embrace.
Wiping the last of the tears that was still on her cheeks as he tucked some of her loose hair behind her ear, he asked gently “Are you all right?”
Mao sniffed before she nodded and replied “Yeah. I’m sorry if I woke you up…”
“No, you didn’t,” Jun smiled. “Not exactly at least. I just felt that you weren’t next to me.”
“I woke up and couldn’t get back to sleep,” Mao explained. “So I thought I’d lull myself to sleep after I watch a bit. And then I saw this,” she added, gesturing to the television as she did.
It was the first time Jun noticed that the TV was actually on especially since the sound was practically on mute. It was only after that when what Mao was watching registered to him. It was a recording of their 24 hour TV run.
The recording was just given to him earlier actually, by some of the members of their staff who figured that since they were also too busy throughout the day, there’s a high chance that they missed a few things while they were preparing or doping something else. They were all given one; Ohno, Sho, Aiba, Nino, and him. He had already decided that he was going to borrow a recording from his mom or sister, since both do usually record 24hr TV, before that which is why he felt grateful. He was about to start watching earlier too but he found himself drowsing off which is why he ended up going to sleep. It was also the reason why the tape was still in the VCR.
And the moment that was flashing on screen just happen to be during his conduction of the wind instrument band of Koubunkan High School.
Still slightly confused, he turned back to look at Mao just in time for the woman to lunge at her, causing him to lose his balance and end up sitting on the floor, with Mao still hugging him. Jun had this slight suspicion that Mao had just started to tear up some more. She usually does those kinds of actions during times like those.
“It was so touching…” he heard her murmur against his next.
He’d heard that from a lot of people and, quite frankly, he felt as touched as the others were about the band’s performance. Their music was beautiful and perfect and it really was something else.
“But you couldn’t even hear the music,” he still ended up chiding.
“I heard it the first time,” Mao said, hitting him lightly by the chest though still not lifting her head from crook of his neck. “Besides… You looked like you were about to tear up…”
For a moment, Jun found himself speechless. It wasn’t a big secret that he found himself tearful during the performance. It took him all the effort in the world actually to not let his tears fall as he conducted the band. But it was that hidden message behind those words that took him in.
Mao started crying because she saw him tear up and seriously; he felt his heart swell.
Instead of crying though, he found himself throwing back his head as he gave out a good chuckle, hugging Mao closer as he did.
The action, it turned out, both amused and confused Mao. It also effectively stopped her from crying.
“What are you laughing about?” she asked.
There was still a huge grin on his lips as he simply looked at her and shook his head. Without saying another word, he reached out for the remote and turned the VCR and TV off before he gathered her in his arms and carried her to their room.
They were both already under the covers when Mao voiced out “You’re acting weird.”
“It’s okay,” Jun shrugged as he pulled her closer to him. “You still love me anyway.”
Mao didn’t say anything in reply but the one sided hug she gave as she stretched her arm across his chest said enough. Jun smiled.
For a while, neither of them spoke and, suspiciously, they both seemed to have started to fall back into sleep with an identical huge smile on their lips when Mao suddenly started as though surprised, prompting Jun’s eyes to snap open again.
He was just about to ask what happened when Mao said “Oh, that’s right! It’s already tomorrow! Happy 29th Ouji!”
It took Jun half a minute to fully take in what Mao had just said before he realized that she is right and it’s already his birthday. He’s already 29 years old. In response, he gave her a quick kiss on her forehead.
“Thanks,” he whispered.
“What gift do you want for your birthday?” Mao asked.
“For the moment, I’ve got everything I need right here,” he simply replied.
He felt Mao smile against him before he felt her hug him tightly again.
Truthfully, Mao’s little crying scene, or more accurately, the reason behind that crying scene, had been enough of gift for him; the knowledge that Mao still cares that deeply for him and that she still loves him.
Nothing’s going to trump that. Well, none yet.
-----FIN-----
i'll be honest...
this is a bit rushed... my work is getting the best out of me at the moment and to be honest, it's not a very fun time there for a while now... but i won't rant here, partly because it should be a happy day to celebrate one Matsumoto Jun's day (yesterday) and [artly because i still need to get some sleep...
i'll also try to come up with somethign else this coming weekend for our OTP! :)
btw, how was the fic? comments are loved!!!