Kagefumi - Prologue
Title: Kagefumi
Author: Fabi & Dani (dani_mathoz)
Translator: br_arashi Thank you ♥
Pairing: Ohmiya (main), Aiba x ? (mentioned)
Genre: Romance and Angst
Rating: NC -17
Summary: 'Two lonely and suffered hearts look in the shadows of an agitated city, the light that can free them from the darkness in which they live'
Disclaimer: I don't own them, sadly ;-;
Just a reminder, English is not our first language please be kind ♥
Important Note: Before read I need to say this is one of our favorites projects, that fic is complete already in portuguese and our amazing friend br_arashi are doing the translate for us... So you will have a chapter per week. Well this fic was inspired in this song 'Kagefumi' and this Fanvideo 'Cold' (by laurachan2) I highly recommend you before start, read Kagefumi lyrics and watch the video to understand better the feeling... Will be a long journey.
Prologue
“Walking in the crowds of people
The noise of a tired city
Why is it that tears fell?
Many of the things I didn't want to lose escaped
And melted into the city again today
If I became completely accustomed to losing things,
then I'd forget everything I wanted to pursue
But the fact is that I know
Everybody has a future.”
Mukae ni iku yo
Strong and tanned hands closed around Kazunari's wrists, holding them above his head, against the wall of a cheap motel room, as soon as the door was opened. Almost simultaneously, firm lips crushed his with a boundless lust.
As brutal as the kiss, one of the stranger's knees gave way between his legs, pressing his intimacy in a harsh, but enjoyable caress. It was so suggestive that Kazu let out a husky moan. Then, another one when the lascivious mouth left his own to start taking care of his delicate neck.
He didn’t even took into account the ones that followed, when the tanned man kisses went down, daring and hungry, to his lower belly.
I’ve always enjoyed walking around the city at night, aimlessly. Perhaps because I had no place like a home to return to. Perhaps because, mixed into the crowd, it was a relief to know I was not the only one carrying the burden of what they called "being alive". Or even simply because the neon lights of the illuminated banners would calm me down as much as the methamphetamine I’ve been using for quite some time.
With the lights, the effect was very similar. They freed me from the darkness in which I was trapped for too long so I could remember if, for once at least, there had already been a colorful world inside me.
The lights attracted me because, beyond the hope of brightness that I still insisted on having, they produced the shadows of my existence.
Shadows...
I’ve always lived surrounded by them, even though there was no light to reflect them. Maybe, one day, one of them could become a solid body able to free myself of my pathetic loneliness.
Kazunari shivered when he felt his partner's warm body above his own in the bed, impatient hands finally taking his jeans off. The other guy’s urgency brought him an indescribable feeling. The hot and rigid skin in touch with his own, causing electric waves to run throughout your being.
He bit the sheet to keep from screaming, in a frenzy of desire and despair, pleasure and pain, as he felt the man inside him, for the first time. Not that the stranger was being violent, but there was a weird urge in his moves, an insatiability, as if he had the vital need to vent a deep hurt. Finally, they shared one last kiss before the other man shuddered over him in satisfaction, their sweaty and breathless bodies trapped in an intimate embrace.
I stroll, listening to the sound of the horns, the dry steps, the lively laughter and the indecipherable rumbles. I walk slowly through the crowd, my body aching due to the excesses of the stranger I left at that hotel room, in an exhausted sleep.
Before leaving, however, I watched him for a while, trying to figure out what kind of shadows he carried with him. Not only for his hard expression, mainly for his vehement way of making sex, as if by devouring me in that irrational way, he was trying to get himself free from a deep and desperate pain.
I wonder if we'll meet again.
Probably not, as any other one-night-stands I had. Differently from the others, however, he was the first I wanted to place a name to a face. Not that it would change something, but... my curiosity got the best of me and I ended up looking at his identity card.
The name was as beautiful as its owner.
Ohno Satoshi...
Would it be weird if I wished that, in one of those lonely nights, our shadows would overlap each other again in this city, which never sleeps?
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