A piece of Kame for lilly0
Title: 夏の恋
Pairing/Group: Takenaga/Kyohei (Kamenashi Kazuya x Uchi Hiroki)
Rating/Warnings: General; Hurt/Comfort
Summary: Because the summer in our hearts isn't over.
Note: mature!Kyohei. I tried my best with it! >w<
Reaching out, I've always wanted to grab your hand. In my dreams, I’m always running after you, but you don’t see me. And so I reach out some more. My fingertips touch the back of your shirt, brushing along it and ready to take it.
But then, I'd wake up.
It's 4AM. My feet are cold. I run a hand through my hair and sigh out loud. No one is there to hear me anyway. As I get out of bed and my toes touch the cold ceramic tiles of my bedroom floor, I could swear something is missing.
Oh, souka.
There’s more than just one thing missing. Your clothes aren’t lying around on the floor. You always tossed them aside carelessly and I always folded them up and put them on the dressing table. That is, if we weren’t too occupied with making love. Your slippers aren’t next to mine, waiting for cold feet to enter their fluffy warmth. Your expensive LV bag isn’t on the chair, where you always put it, so I would sit on it every morning, making you burst out in wonderful laughter everytime as the I rubbed my ass.
Someone is missing, too.
I rub my still sleepy eyes, feeling my thin layer of make-up coming off. You always complained about that, saying I would stain the sheets and the pillows with it. I remembered how I teased you then, saying we would stain the sheets anyway. You blushed, tickling my sides. Then I chuckled, wrapping my arms around you.
I walk up to the window and peek around the curtain. I wiggle my toes, in order to get them warm. It’s snowing outside. Pure white snowflakes were raining down. I gulped at the sight and wonder why. The summer was over.
I'm so tired, forcing myself to eat something. But no matter what I’ll eat, it will taste dry and dull. I think you brought color to my food, and my everything, somehow. I’ve never seen oranges this grey.
Afterwards, I walk back into the bedroom and lean against the closed door, staring at nothing in particular. How odd, I’ve taken over one of your habits. You used to lean against the door and stare at nothing for minutes. It always seemed so long, before you smiled at me and joined me in bed. It was as if you needed time to think over things.
Pushing myself away from leaning against the door, I started to pack my bag. It’s so ironic, I always thought I would be the one to leave first. I was always the colder one in our relationship, and you're always the cheerful young man that everyone loves. I knew I never could've reached you, because, you're always walking in front of me, turning back and laughing, "Hurry up, Takenaga!" You shined so bright that I know, you're too perfect for someone like me.
Yet, you were one step ahead of me. I stared at my hands as they pick items out of my closet and fold them into my large bag. Knowing you, you are probably faster in packing, too. Not folding your clothes. You never fold them.
I chewed on my lip, zipping up my bag and taking it into the living room. I wonder if this really was it. The solution to everything. My heart skips a beat as I realize that I will leave this boarding house. I'm the last one to leave. Yukinojo left with Machiko-chan to America, and Ranmaru inherited his parents' company, married Tamao-chan and even became a father of two. Nakahara-san finally found someone who she can love, and took Takeru with her. Sunako, pretty Sunako, found love in someone she met overseas, getting over her love for you. And, you left too. But, it's not because of the comfortable boarding house. I never really held much value to material things, but the memories here with everyone, with you…
The sofa.
I catch myself staring at the a spot which was somehow more sunkened. Even hideous as it is, the spot meant a lot to me. The numerous times you pulled me down onto your lap. The countless hours we spent on there, watching TV, sleeping, lying, running hands through each other’s hair and whispering sweet nothings. Even if a word was useless, even if all of our conversations were meaningless, it never mattered. When it's said between us, it always held meaning.
I leave without even fixing my hair. My make-up was messed up, but I don’t care. Dragging my bag along with me, I hide myself in my trench coat. It’s cold. The raining snowflakes hadn’t stopped yet, slowly covering the world in a thin layer of white. I think I liked the summer better.
I can see the station from here. It’s not a long walk and my heart grows tight when I remember how we used to walk over there, together. Your voice still echoes in my mind. "I will be back soon! Matte ne, Takenaga!" you always said, flashing me one of your gorgeous smiles, pulling me closer and planting a kiss on my cheek. I was too shy to show my affections in public. But you never have a problem with that.
The station is a small one. It only had two platforms and I walk up onto the first one. We used to wait here, too. And for some reason, I felt sick, wanting to go back to my apartment and bury myself in the white bedsheets. I want to wake up again, to see your clothes tossed all over the floor, your slippers next to mine and your bag on the chair. I want to hear your laughter.
I shouldn’t be waiting here alone.
I don’t know why. I just don't think you'd ever have a reason to return here. To me. And I think you know that. Something, like a book is easy to replace, one simply goes to a bookstore and buys a new one. It doesn’t work that way with love. It just hurts more trying to replace it.
And, the summer is over.
I shivered, unwrapping my scarf and wrapping it around my neck again. The winter isn’t cold, the wind isn't that harsh and the snow isn’t falling down fast enough to actually hinder anyone. But inside, I’m cold. The one person to take that cold away is stuck in my summer memories. We could never survive a winter.
I should stop thinking of you, probably. What good does it bring me? All these memories I tried to embrace are nothing like your arms. I look up at the sky and get dizzy due the snow falling down. If I could just lose my memories to the sky, it would be the perfect farewell. Not to think of you anymore…
As I close my eyes, remembering the summer sky that we used to look up at together, as we sat on the grass. I loved that sky. Even when you stood up and started running and I chased after you, reaching out for your hand.
I always wanted to grab your hand.
You were too fast, in so many ways. Too fast with words, too fast with decisions, too fast when it came to running. I don’t think I would be able to keep up with you longer than a summer. But if only you’d slow down so I could grab your hand, I would hold you close so you wouldn’t be able to run off. Wouldn’t be able to take a train back to your family home. Wouldn’t be able to leave me anymore.
Yet, thoughts like these always come too late.
I feel my pocket with my hand. Something’s in there. I take it out; it’s a small paper. A pink-colored post-it note. ‘Call Kyohei’ it says. I laugh humorlessly. Why even bother, would you even pick up my call?
Tearing the memo into small little pieces, I let the wind blow it away. Along with the promises I made to you and myself. I hugged myself, shifting my weight onto my other leg as I wait for the train to arrive. If I had lived up to a promise right now, I’d head for you. I’d pull you out into the winter and make you see it’s not that bad. I’d make you laugh, you’d make me laugh. We’d make our own summer of our winter. But I couldn’t. You had left before I could do anything and you aren't coming back. You were too fast to catch up with.
The sun is rising. I can see it’s orange rays coming from behind the horizon, never failing to amaze me. The wind that's blowing now makes my heart stir, and the sight makes my eyes water. This scene, I wish to keep it with me. I etch it into my mind, wanting to have a good memory on this awful day.
I close my eyes, hearing the train on the other platform arrive. I think the snow stopped, but I’m not too sure. Maybe I have grown immune for it’s touch. I wrapped myself tightly, my body rocking slightly from side to side. I'm waiting for that train to arrive, my train. My way out of here. My exit from the memories that still lingered here.
I hear footsteps of people that moved out of the train. Not many people will have this place as destination, I’m surprised to hear that many voices chatting. Just as my train arrives, I feel two strong arms wrapped around me and pull me against a strong and toned body. I snapped out of my thoughts.
“Who-?” I don’t even have to question, actually. You bury your face in my hair for a moment, taking in the scent of my shampoo, before turning me around.
You have been crying.
So have I.
“Takenaga,” you started, but I shook my head. I wrap my arms around your neck and press myself against your body. I don’t care what brought you back here. You’re here. I can’t think of anything else that would matter right now.
“I can’t say goodbye,” you whispered, your hands tangling into my hair as your lips press to my forehead. I relive every memory we ever had together at that single moment. The fragrance of the summer is still there, on your skin. The bright sun is still there, in your eyes. The warm feeling is still there, when you smile. We can make our own summer even if the winter is surrounding us.
Because, the summer in our hearts isn’t over.
And finally, I could grab your hand. Holding it tightly, I'd never let go, forever and ever.
Fin.
Pairing/Group: Takenaga/Kyohei (Kamenashi Kazuya x Uchi Hiroki)
Rating/Warnings: General; Hurt/Comfort
Summary: Because the summer in our hearts isn't over.
Note: mature!Kyohei. I tried my best with it! >w<
Reaching out, I've always wanted to grab your hand. In my dreams, I’m always running after you, but you don’t see me. And so I reach out some more. My fingertips touch the back of your shirt, brushing along it and ready to take it.
But then, I'd wake up.
It's 4AM. My feet are cold. I run a hand through my hair and sigh out loud. No one is there to hear me anyway. As I get out of bed and my toes touch the cold ceramic tiles of my bedroom floor, I could swear something is missing.
Oh, souka.
There’s more than just one thing missing. Your clothes aren’t lying around on the floor. You always tossed them aside carelessly and I always folded them up and put them on the dressing table. That is, if we weren’t too occupied with making love. Your slippers aren’t next to mine, waiting for cold feet to enter their fluffy warmth. Your expensive LV bag isn’t on the chair, where you always put it, so I would sit on it every morning, making you burst out in wonderful laughter everytime as the I rubbed my ass.
Someone is missing, too.
I rub my still sleepy eyes, feeling my thin layer of make-up coming off. You always complained about that, saying I would stain the sheets and the pillows with it. I remembered how I teased you then, saying we would stain the sheets anyway. You blushed, tickling my sides. Then I chuckled, wrapping my arms around you.
I walk up to the window and peek around the curtain. I wiggle my toes, in order to get them warm. It’s snowing outside. Pure white snowflakes were raining down. I gulped at the sight and wonder why. The summer was over.
I'm so tired, forcing myself to eat something. But no matter what I’ll eat, it will taste dry and dull. I think you brought color to my food, and my everything, somehow. I’ve never seen oranges this grey.
Afterwards, I walk back into the bedroom and lean against the closed door, staring at nothing in particular. How odd, I’ve taken over one of your habits. You used to lean against the door and stare at nothing for minutes. It always seemed so long, before you smiled at me and joined me in bed. It was as if you needed time to think over things.
Pushing myself away from leaning against the door, I started to pack my bag. It’s so ironic, I always thought I would be the one to leave first. I was always the colder one in our relationship, and you're always the cheerful young man that everyone loves. I knew I never could've reached you, because, you're always walking in front of me, turning back and laughing, "Hurry up, Takenaga!" You shined so bright that I know, you're too perfect for someone like me.
Yet, you were one step ahead of me. I stared at my hands as they pick items out of my closet and fold them into my large bag. Knowing you, you are probably faster in packing, too. Not folding your clothes. You never fold them.
I chewed on my lip, zipping up my bag and taking it into the living room. I wonder if this really was it. The solution to everything. My heart skips a beat as I realize that I will leave this boarding house. I'm the last one to leave. Yukinojo left with Machiko-chan to America, and Ranmaru inherited his parents' company, married Tamao-chan and even became a father of two. Nakahara-san finally found someone who she can love, and took Takeru with her. Sunako, pretty Sunako, found love in someone she met overseas, getting over her love for you. And, you left too. But, it's not because of the comfortable boarding house. I never really held much value to material things, but the memories here with everyone, with you…
The sofa.
I catch myself staring at the a spot which was somehow more sunkened. Even hideous as it is, the spot meant a lot to me. The numerous times you pulled me down onto your lap. The countless hours we spent on there, watching TV, sleeping, lying, running hands through each other’s hair and whispering sweet nothings. Even if a word was useless, even if all of our conversations were meaningless, it never mattered. When it's said between us, it always held meaning.
I leave without even fixing my hair. My make-up was messed up, but I don’t care. Dragging my bag along with me, I hide myself in my trench coat. It’s cold. The raining snowflakes hadn’t stopped yet, slowly covering the world in a thin layer of white. I think I liked the summer better.
I can see the station from here. It’s not a long walk and my heart grows tight when I remember how we used to walk over there, together. Your voice still echoes in my mind. "I will be back soon! Matte ne, Takenaga!" you always said, flashing me one of your gorgeous smiles, pulling me closer and planting a kiss on my cheek. I was too shy to show my affections in public. But you never have a problem with that.
The station is a small one. It only had two platforms and I walk up onto the first one. We used to wait here, too. And for some reason, I felt sick, wanting to go back to my apartment and bury myself in the white bedsheets. I want to wake up again, to see your clothes tossed all over the floor, your slippers next to mine and your bag on the chair. I want to hear your laughter.
I shouldn’t be waiting here alone.
I don’t know why. I just don't think you'd ever have a reason to return here. To me. And I think you know that. Something, like a book is easy to replace, one simply goes to a bookstore and buys a new one. It doesn’t work that way with love. It just hurts more trying to replace it.
And, the summer is over.
I shivered, unwrapping my scarf and wrapping it around my neck again. The winter isn’t cold, the wind isn't that harsh and the snow isn’t falling down fast enough to actually hinder anyone. But inside, I’m cold. The one person to take that cold away is stuck in my summer memories. We could never survive a winter.
I should stop thinking of you, probably. What good does it bring me? All these memories I tried to embrace are nothing like your arms. I look up at the sky and get dizzy due the snow falling down. If I could just lose my memories to the sky, it would be the perfect farewell. Not to think of you anymore…
As I close my eyes, remembering the summer sky that we used to look up at together, as we sat on the grass. I loved that sky. Even when you stood up and started running and I chased after you, reaching out for your hand.
I always wanted to grab your hand.
You were too fast, in so many ways. Too fast with words, too fast with decisions, too fast when it came to running. I don’t think I would be able to keep up with you longer than a summer. But if only you’d slow down so I could grab your hand, I would hold you close so you wouldn’t be able to run off. Wouldn’t be able to take a train back to your family home. Wouldn’t be able to leave me anymore.
Yet, thoughts like these always come too late.
I feel my pocket with my hand. Something’s in there. I take it out; it’s a small paper. A pink-colored post-it note. ‘Call Kyohei’ it says. I laugh humorlessly. Why even bother, would you even pick up my call?
Tearing the memo into small little pieces, I let the wind blow it away. Along with the promises I made to you and myself. I hugged myself, shifting my weight onto my other leg as I wait for the train to arrive. If I had lived up to a promise right now, I’d head for you. I’d pull you out into the winter and make you see it’s not that bad. I’d make you laugh, you’d make me laugh. We’d make our own summer of our winter. But I couldn’t. You had left before I could do anything and you aren't coming back. You were too fast to catch up with.
The sun is rising. I can see it’s orange rays coming from behind the horizon, never failing to amaze me. The wind that's blowing now makes my heart stir, and the sight makes my eyes water. This scene, I wish to keep it with me. I etch it into my mind, wanting to have a good memory on this awful day.
I close my eyes, hearing the train on the other platform arrive. I think the snow stopped, but I’m not too sure. Maybe I have grown immune for it’s touch. I wrapped myself tightly, my body rocking slightly from side to side. I'm waiting for that train to arrive, my train. My way out of here. My exit from the memories that still lingered here.
I hear footsteps of people that moved out of the train. Not many people will have this place as destination, I’m surprised to hear that many voices chatting. Just as my train arrives, I feel two strong arms wrapped around me and pull me against a strong and toned body. I snapped out of my thoughts.
“Who-?” I don’t even have to question, actually. You bury your face in my hair for a moment, taking in the scent of my shampoo, before turning me around.
You have been crying.
So have I.
“Takenaga,” you started, but I shook my head. I wrap my arms around your neck and press myself against your body. I don’t care what brought you back here. You’re here. I can’t think of anything else that would matter right now.
“I can’t say goodbye,” you whispered, your hands tangling into my hair as your lips press to my forehead. I relive every memory we ever had together at that single moment. The fragrance of the summer is still there, on your skin. The bright sun is still there, in your eyes. The warm feeling is still there, when you smile. We can make our own summer even if the winter is surrounding us.
Because, the summer in our hearts isn’t over.
And finally, I could grab your hand. Holding it tightly, I'd never let go, forever and ever.
Fin.