Glacier Wish [slight Kai/Reita - Oneshot]
Title: Glacier Wish
Author: flaming_lava
Rating: G/PG
Chapter: Oneshot
Genre: Drabble, angst, friendship and slight romance if you squint.
Warnings: None!
Pairings: Slight (onesided) Kai/Reita
Sypnosis: "hazel eyes (always) clashes with a curtain of blond, veiling from him the almond eyes and strong jawline, the face of a maestro --"
Summary: Where Kai admires and wishes for last-time and Reita is veiled by himself.
Disclaimer: I do not own these guys, only the plot.
Comments: Written as a fic-request for a friend! :)
Melodies of unpenned tunes hums softly, notes whirling around the room in soft sighs as random phrases are played, experimented with, then forgotten. A dark, raven bass sits in his lap, callused fingers too-gently plucking the thick strings and caressing complicated chords as tips of his fingers brushes past them. His striking blond hair falls gracefully in front of his face as he looks down, eyes turning umber frets into notes, never once looking up. Not too far away from the sofa the quiet, focused blond sits on, a brunette watches.
“Aren’t you tired?” Kai asks. “You’ve been playing for hours.”
The answer is simple: “I can never get tired from playing the bass.” And Kai asks no more.
Endless paperwork clutters Kai’s desk while impromptu tunes (beautiful hushes) from the bass swirls around him-- ephemeral. These tunes are never written down (Reita said he never remembered them long enough to write them down) and would only last seconds -- before the echoes fade back into oblivion, back into the recesses of Reita’s imagination.
But Kai listens intently, let the soft almost-inaudible whispers wash over him in waves and he admires these tunes, try to engrave them into his memory, but like the sand on the coast it would slide away, brought away by tides of reality into nothingness, nonexistence.
After every tide he looks up from the stacks of dates and digits -- maybe to see some stardust these tunes leave behind as they walk away -- and hazel eyes (always) clashes with a curtain of blond, veiling from him the almond eyes and strong jawline, the face of a maestro --
Slit eyes with deep eyeliner, vermilion lips and a white band around his nose -- that is all Kai remembers of Reita from endless times backstage with smeared makeup and a strong rhythm still pounding into their ears. This kind of Reita -- Akira -- has almond eyes, rose lips and a nose --
Kai has forgotten,
just like the tunes that come and go.
The strong, upfront demeanor Reita put up for camera lenses and screaming fans would melt away as makeup was washed, leaving behind only a ghost of Reita -- and Akira would be shadowed. Hidden. Unseen. (-- they never really hang out in their nonexistent free time anymore -- daily lives having integrated into music since the success of NIL.)
Kai wants to see, to remember (the days of childish jokes and carefree laughter -- with his smiling face).
“Reita?” Akira?
“Hm?”
“Do you want some coffee?”
Notes fills the space between them as the air hangs loosely around them.
A reply --
“No, thanks.” He continues to play his bass, his back still hunched, head still bowed (covered).
-- and a heavy heart --
“Okay.” Kai turns away and bites his lip.
-- the past crumbling its edges and cold wisps of fragile hopes filling the spaces.
❄-❅
A/N: First Kai/Reita fic! A request from a friend for something like this, although not really angst-y... But well I guess with my exams going on now (2 more papers left!!) I can't seem to help but write sad stuff... Maybe I'll be in a mood to write more fluff next time! ^^
Well anyway, I kinda like writing Kai/Reita~ even though it's totally onesided here. Maybe I'll write more in the future!
Hope you've enjoyed this! :)