I For You - Shou x Hiroto - 1/1
Title: I For You
Author: silveryxdark @ arcoireis
Pairing: Shou x Hiroto
Rating: PG
Genre: Romance, fluff
Warning: Malexmale
Disclaimer: I do not own anyone.
Summary: You were younger than me and you were sitting all alone by the field, folding pieces of brightly coloured origami paper into several different shapes. I watched you from a distance, wondering who you were and what you were doing.
A/N: For this week's aliceinfiction (: From Shou's POV.
I still remember the day we met.
You were younger than me and you were sitting all alone by the field, folding pieces of brightly coloured origami paper into several different shapes. I watched you from a distance, wondering who you were and what you were doing.
I walked over to you and asked you that.
You looked up and smiled, a smile of pure innocence that made me smile back. "My name's Hiroto. I'm making paper boats that my older brother taught me to make."
"I'm Kazamasa. Or Shou, lots of my friends call me that. I'm usually the general when we play soldier," I said proudly, and you grinned widely up at me. "I'm ten years old in July!"
"Eh? I'm only seven..." you said, your face falling.
You looked afraid, and it was only much later when I discovered that it was because you were afraid I did not want to be friends with you. I simply said, "What does it matter? Can't we play?"
That smile appeared on your face again. "Of course we can!"
I sat down next to you and picked up one of the sailboats. It was dark blue and looked so beautiful and yet so fragile, as though a single gust of wind could blow them away. I was surprised that you could make such lovely figures - my hands were too rough to ever craft anything that beautiful.
"Do you like it?"
"Yes. It looks beautiful."
You blushed ever so slightly and dipped your head, before you said shyly, "Do you want it?"
"You'd give it to me?" I asked, surprised and yet, I felt so happy that I could actually have one of these delicate little beauties.
"If you like," you said. "You are a general, and you must command both land and sea, right? So you'll need a good boat, won't you?"
And of course, I accepted it.
From then on, we became friends.
Yet the very next day, when I saw you again, something happened. We were playing with the boats and I was watching you. The way your little brows furrowed in concentration, the way your lips were pursed, the way your fingers deftly crafted yet another little masterpiece.
And then it suddenly began to rain heavily.
We ran for shelter, forgetting everything else. It was freezing and I held you tightly as you shivered. We watched the rain fall, and it stopped in a while. Then I remembered the sailboats.
"Hiroto-kun! The - the boats!" I yelped.
"Ah... it's okay. I still have a lot at home," you replied.
"But the one you gave me... I left it there!"
You cocked your head to one side. "I could always make you another one."
"It won't be the same any more."
"No, it won't," you agreed. "It'll be even more special. For the one I gave you, I made before we met. This new one will be especially for you, Shou-kun! So it's better, right?"
I realised that it was the truth, so I stopped crying, and you made me another one the next day. It was blue and perfectly folded, and to this day I keep it with me. I know you see it standing proudly on my desk every time we are home, and I know that it brings back the same memories, and I know that you smile the way I do.
I remember defending you from all the other kids in the neighbourhood whom I played with. They said you were too young, too small to do anything. The first time, you cried and wanted to leave, but I yelled at all of them and we went back to your home together.
You taught me how to fold stars and cranes and boats. My stars were messy and my cranes were crooked. Yet, somehow, my sailboats were almost as perfect as yours were. We spent so much time making and exchanging them.
The second time I took you with me, you kicked one of them in the shin and sent him home crying. I was shocked that you were so fierce, but when you grinned at me, all that ferocious determination in your eyes, I realised that you wanted to stay with me. And then, after that, they accepted you and you never kicked anyone again, save by accident.
You gave each of them paper stars on their birthdays, and like me, they were all entranced by the beautiful shapes. You taught them how to fold stars and cranes.
Never sailboats.
I never thought much of it until the day of my birthday. You gave me a jar full of paper sailboats, and then I wondered why I was the only one to receive them, and not the rest.
"You're the special commander, Shou-kun," you replied simply, smiling that same innocent smile.
Every year since, I've received a jar of boats on my birthday. It's going to be the nineteenth year soon, and I already have eighteen crystal-clear jars, each one containing several boats in nearly every colour imaginable.
And you know I will always love these gifts the most.
Yet the one I remember most clearly was the one from four years ago.
Three days before that, you gave me a single jar with a red boat, and you told me to drop each sailboat I would receive into the jar. And on the night of my birthday, I was to read the bottom of each sailboat in the order you had given them to me.
The second boat was green. The next was yellow. And the one you gave me on the morning of my birthday was blue, my favourite colour. As usual we celebrated my birthday with the band, but all I could think about was the sailboats you gave me.
When I went home, I laid them all out on my bed, and turned them upside down.
The red one had a single hiragana character, ru.
The character on the green boat read te.
The yellow boat's character was shi.
And on the blue boat was the kanji for love. Ai.
Ru. Te. Shi. Ai.
At first it made no sense to me, then I looked at the blue sailboat again. Love. And everything fell into place. The yearly sailboats, the exchange of origami boats every so often, the way your eyes shone when you looked at me, the way you sometimes blushed when I touched your arm and the reason why I could sense nervousness every time we did fanservice.
How had I been so dense?
Aishiteru.
I love you.
I called you at once, and when you picked up the phone, you sounded anxious, and even from here I could tell that you were probably biting your full bottom lip, leaving it red and swollen.
"Come over," I said.
You hung up, and I knew you were on your way.
Soon enough you really were here, and you were blushing so prettily. I had never known that my feelings were reciprocated. And I had hidden them so well. Too well, that not even you could detect them.
"I love you, too."
Your dark eyes met mine and I could see that you were trying to determine if I was lying. Of course I was not, and of course you knew. Then a beautiful smile touched your lips, and I kissed them, those lips I had come to love so well.
You tasted like cake and cigarette smoke and something else, an odd mix and yet somehow wholly your own. Had it been someone else, I don't think I would have liked it.
But it was you, and of course I loved it.
And to this day, every time we kiss I taste something similar. Not quite the same, no, but something... unique. Yours. And how I love it so. And always, I love the way your fingers move so effortlessly over your guitar, the same way they move so quickly as you make me your paper boats.
The paper boats that started it all.
How I love them so.
And how I love you so.
Author: silveryxdark @ arcoireis
Pairing: Shou x Hiroto
Rating: PG
Genre: Romance, fluff
Warning: Malexmale
Disclaimer: I do not own anyone.
Summary: You were younger than me and you were sitting all alone by the field, folding pieces of brightly coloured origami paper into several different shapes. I watched you from a distance, wondering who you were and what you were doing.
A/N: For this week's aliceinfiction (: From Shou's POV.
I still remember the day we met.
You were younger than me and you were sitting all alone by the field, folding pieces of brightly coloured origami paper into several different shapes. I watched you from a distance, wondering who you were and what you were doing.
I walked over to you and asked you that.
You looked up and smiled, a smile of pure innocence that made me smile back. "My name's Hiroto. I'm making paper boats that my older brother taught me to make."
"I'm Kazamasa. Or Shou, lots of my friends call me that. I'm usually the general when we play soldier," I said proudly, and you grinned widely up at me. "I'm ten years old in July!"
"Eh? I'm only seven..." you said, your face falling.
You looked afraid, and it was only much later when I discovered that it was because you were afraid I did not want to be friends with you. I simply said, "What does it matter? Can't we play?"
That smile appeared on your face again. "Of course we can!"
I sat down next to you and picked up one of the sailboats. It was dark blue and looked so beautiful and yet so fragile, as though a single gust of wind could blow them away. I was surprised that you could make such lovely figures - my hands were too rough to ever craft anything that beautiful.
"Do you like it?"
"Yes. It looks beautiful."
You blushed ever so slightly and dipped your head, before you said shyly, "Do you want it?"
"You'd give it to me?" I asked, surprised and yet, I felt so happy that I could actually have one of these delicate little beauties.
"If you like," you said. "You are a general, and you must command both land and sea, right? So you'll need a good boat, won't you?"
And of course, I accepted it.
From then on, we became friends.
Yet the very next day, when I saw you again, something happened. We were playing with the boats and I was watching you. The way your little brows furrowed in concentration, the way your lips were pursed, the way your fingers deftly crafted yet another little masterpiece.
And then it suddenly began to rain heavily.
We ran for shelter, forgetting everything else. It was freezing and I held you tightly as you shivered. We watched the rain fall, and it stopped in a while. Then I remembered the sailboats.
"Hiroto-kun! The - the boats!" I yelped.
"Ah... it's okay. I still have a lot at home," you replied.
"But the one you gave me... I left it there!"
You cocked your head to one side. "I could always make you another one."
"It won't be the same any more."
"No, it won't," you agreed. "It'll be even more special. For the one I gave you, I made before we met. This new one will be especially for you, Shou-kun! So it's better, right?"
I realised that it was the truth, so I stopped crying, and you made me another one the next day. It was blue and perfectly folded, and to this day I keep it with me. I know you see it standing proudly on my desk every time we are home, and I know that it brings back the same memories, and I know that you smile the way I do.
I remember defending you from all the other kids in the neighbourhood whom I played with. They said you were too young, too small to do anything. The first time, you cried and wanted to leave, but I yelled at all of them and we went back to your home together.
You taught me how to fold stars and cranes and boats. My stars were messy and my cranes were crooked. Yet, somehow, my sailboats were almost as perfect as yours were. We spent so much time making and exchanging them.
The second time I took you with me, you kicked one of them in the shin and sent him home crying. I was shocked that you were so fierce, but when you grinned at me, all that ferocious determination in your eyes, I realised that you wanted to stay with me. And then, after that, they accepted you and you never kicked anyone again, save by accident.
You gave each of them paper stars on their birthdays, and like me, they were all entranced by the beautiful shapes. You taught them how to fold stars and cranes.
Never sailboats.
I never thought much of it until the day of my birthday. You gave me a jar full of paper sailboats, and then I wondered why I was the only one to receive them, and not the rest.
"You're the special commander, Shou-kun," you replied simply, smiling that same innocent smile.
Every year since, I've received a jar of boats on my birthday. It's going to be the nineteenth year soon, and I already have eighteen crystal-clear jars, each one containing several boats in nearly every colour imaginable.
And you know I will always love these gifts the most.
Yet the one I remember most clearly was the one from four years ago.
Three days before that, you gave me a single jar with a red boat, and you told me to drop each sailboat I would receive into the jar. And on the night of my birthday, I was to read the bottom of each sailboat in the order you had given them to me.
The second boat was green. The next was yellow. And the one you gave me on the morning of my birthday was blue, my favourite colour. As usual we celebrated my birthday with the band, but all I could think about was the sailboats you gave me.
When I went home, I laid them all out on my bed, and turned them upside down.
The red one had a single hiragana character, ru.
The character on the green boat read te.
The yellow boat's character was shi.
And on the blue boat was the kanji for love. Ai.
Ru. Te. Shi. Ai.
At first it made no sense to me, then I looked at the blue sailboat again. Love. And everything fell into place. The yearly sailboats, the exchange of origami boats every so often, the way your eyes shone when you looked at me, the way you sometimes blushed when I touched your arm and the reason why I could sense nervousness every time we did fanservice.
How had I been so dense?
Aishiteru.
I love you.
I called you at once, and when you picked up the phone, you sounded anxious, and even from here I could tell that you were probably biting your full bottom lip, leaving it red and swollen.
"Come over," I said.
You hung up, and I knew you were on your way.
Soon enough you really were here, and you were blushing so prettily. I had never known that my feelings were reciprocated. And I had hidden them so well. Too well, that not even you could detect them.
"I love you, too."
Your dark eyes met mine and I could see that you were trying to determine if I was lying. Of course I was not, and of course you knew. Then a beautiful smile touched your lips, and I kissed them, those lips I had come to love so well.
You tasted like cake and cigarette smoke and something else, an odd mix and yet somehow wholly your own. Had it been someone else, I don't think I would have liked it.
But it was you, and of course I loved it.
And to this day, every time we kiss I taste something similar. Not quite the same, no, but something... unique. Yours. And how I love it so. And always, I love the way your fingers move so effortlessly over your guitar, the same way they move so quickly as you make me your paper boats.
The paper boats that started it all.
How I love them so.
And how I love you so.