Epoch
Title: Epoch
Chapter: Oneshot
Author: chinesetakeout
Pairing: Kai/Reita
Summary: What he asked for wasn't anything unreasonable, wasn't a year or even six months ago, merely four to six weeks back.
Rating: PG13
Warnings: None.
Disclaimer: No.
Comments: I've always been a sap for Reita/Kai.
Epoch: a period of time in history or a person's life, typically one marked by notable events or particular characteristics.
Two weeks away felt like the whole world should have changed, but being back at home, looking out the window of his apartment, Kai felt the city hadn't changed a bit, that no one knew he had gone and come, come and gone. The marketplace down the street continued to sell day old bread while children went to school, only to go home and repeat the process anew the next day. Rain clouds hovered above the people below, some carrying umbrellas, prepared to fight off a downpour should it occur.
Kai envied those people, the ones with nothing on their minds but the quickest way to get home, most likely to waiting arms of someone who cared. Kai found the usually comforting silence of his home suddenly overpowering, suddenly wished he'd spent less time on music and more on people, more social interaction. Only when he was lonely, when the silence was too loud, did he feel that perhaps picking music over people wasn't the smartest of all ideas.
But could Kai say that he hadn't already found someone he adored? Kai didn't think it was fair to say that he didn't have a schoolgirl crush on someone. Even as an adult he was allowed to have small crushes, wasn't he? Kai placed a hand on the window for a second, breathed out slowly, remembered how the last time he'd done this another person had been beside him, had held his waist and told him that his childlike personality was adorable.
"Adorable," Kai said aloud, his voice cracking slightly as it reverberated against the wooden floors. He wished, for the briefest of moments, that he could go just a month or two back in time. What he asked for wasn't anything unreasonable, wasn't a year or even six months ago, merely four to six weeks back. All he wanted was a few moments in time, no longer than three minutes a piece. When his hand finally fell, a palm print was left, streaked downwards.
But as simple as his request was, it was also him asking the impossible. His phone vibrated across the room, nearly falling off the coffee table, but Kai hardly noticed it. Let it fall, he thought. It was nothing more than a replaceable object. He pried himself from the window, turning around to stare at his living room, just as quiet and desolate as expected. Kai walked to his chaise longue in all its maroon glory. The color had not been his idea.
"You'll grow to love it," Kai had been told, the words whispered into his ear so sweetly Kai would have believed anything in that moment.
"Are you sure about that?" Kai had laughed, saying, "Only if you'll help me break it in."
Now Kai lay alone on the very same chaise, hating the color more now than he had prior to buying it. A waste of money and time, that's all it was.
Kai stretched his legs out, closed his eyes. He felt on the floor for his cigarettes, finding the carton that was always left there at his disposal for when he reclined in this seat, which was rare, as it hadn't grown on him like he'd hoped. The box lay on his chest for a moment before he raised the lid. None were in there, to his surprise, but in their place lay a note, small and simple.
'You're sitting on the chaise now, aren't you? You must be. I told you that you would grow to love it, more than you love me. Anyway, I ran out of cigarettes and took your last one. Sorry, IOU? - Reita'
The note surprised Kai, startled him to be sure, and Kai knew for a fact Reita had written the note at least a week prior to their breakup, the last time Reita had stepped foot in his apartment, which meant the note had been written over three weeks ago. Reita was only gone from Kai, not from the world, but there was an ache in Kai's heart when he thought of him, thought of what there had been but was no longer.
The empty pack was tossed to the side, lost under the couch. Kai's irritation rose for just a moment before he turned his head into the chaise's cushion, crying so softly it was lost among the sound of the rain outside.
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Does anyone recognize the first half of the the first sentence to this story? It's from one of my favorite songs. If there's any misconceptions or errors, feel free to point them out.
Chapter: Oneshot
Author: chinesetakeout
Pairing: Kai/Reita
Summary: What he asked for wasn't anything unreasonable, wasn't a year or even six months ago, merely four to six weeks back.
Rating: PG13
Warnings: None.
Disclaimer: No.
Comments: I've always been a sap for Reita/Kai.
Epoch: a period of time in history or a person's life, typically one marked by notable events or particular characteristics.
Two weeks away felt like the whole world should have changed, but being back at home, looking out the window of his apartment, Kai felt the city hadn't changed a bit, that no one knew he had gone and come, come and gone. The marketplace down the street continued to sell day old bread while children went to school, only to go home and repeat the process anew the next day. Rain clouds hovered above the people below, some carrying umbrellas, prepared to fight off a downpour should it occur.
Kai envied those people, the ones with nothing on their minds but the quickest way to get home, most likely to waiting arms of someone who cared. Kai found the usually comforting silence of his home suddenly overpowering, suddenly wished he'd spent less time on music and more on people, more social interaction. Only when he was lonely, when the silence was too loud, did he feel that perhaps picking music over people wasn't the smartest of all ideas.
But could Kai say that he hadn't already found someone he adored? Kai didn't think it was fair to say that he didn't have a schoolgirl crush on someone. Even as an adult he was allowed to have small crushes, wasn't he? Kai placed a hand on the window for a second, breathed out slowly, remembered how the last time he'd done this another person had been beside him, had held his waist and told him that his childlike personality was adorable.
"Adorable," Kai said aloud, his voice cracking slightly as it reverberated against the wooden floors. He wished, for the briefest of moments, that he could go just a month or two back in time. What he asked for wasn't anything unreasonable, wasn't a year or even six months ago, merely four to six weeks back. All he wanted was a few moments in time, no longer than three minutes a piece. When his hand finally fell, a palm print was left, streaked downwards.
But as simple as his request was, it was also him asking the impossible. His phone vibrated across the room, nearly falling off the coffee table, but Kai hardly noticed it. Let it fall, he thought. It was nothing more than a replaceable object. He pried himself from the window, turning around to stare at his living room, just as quiet and desolate as expected. Kai walked to his chaise longue in all its maroon glory. The color had not been his idea.
"You'll grow to love it," Kai had been told, the words whispered into his ear so sweetly Kai would have believed anything in that moment.
"Are you sure about that?" Kai had laughed, saying, "Only if you'll help me break it in."
Now Kai lay alone on the very same chaise, hating the color more now than he had prior to buying it. A waste of money and time, that's all it was.
Kai stretched his legs out, closed his eyes. He felt on the floor for his cigarettes, finding the carton that was always left there at his disposal for when he reclined in this seat, which was rare, as it hadn't grown on him like he'd hoped. The box lay on his chest for a moment before he raised the lid. None were in there, to his surprise, but in their place lay a note, small and simple.
'You're sitting on the chaise now, aren't you? You must be. I told you that you would grow to love it, more than you love me. Anyway, I ran out of cigarettes and took your last one. Sorry, IOU? - Reita'
The note surprised Kai, startled him to be sure, and Kai knew for a fact Reita had written the note at least a week prior to their breakup, the last time Reita had stepped foot in his apartment, which meant the note had been written over three weeks ago. Reita was only gone from Kai, not from the world, but there was an ache in Kai's heart when he thought of him, thought of what there had been but was no longer.
The empty pack was tossed to the side, lost under the couch. Kai's irritation rose for just a moment before he turned his head into the chaise's cushion, crying so softly it was lost among the sound of the rain outside.
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Does anyone recognize the first half of the the first sentence to this story? It's from one of my favorite songs. If there's any misconceptions or errors, feel free to point them out.