Goodbye, Toma-chan.
Title: Goodbye Toma-chan.
Author: me
Pairing: Ikuta Toma and Kamenashi Kazuya
Genre: Romance (maybe)
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the plot.
Summary: Toma is leaving and Kazuya just went to him, to say goodbye.
Author Note: It's my first story in english, so there were many language mistakes. Gomene.
He stood under the weak acting lantern, before the music agency, watching the failing raindrops. Light timidly surrounded his slim figure, and the water caressing his body. He was wearing a black, material jacket and the same black jeans. His hair was tied in a ponytail, which escaped unruly flock, and now stuck to the wet face. He leaned his head back, lips parting slightly to taste the rain water. He stretched out his arms and smiled.
In a few seconds I realized that I watching him unconsciously. Agency was slowly emptied, because it reached up to first a.m. There was only a few people, completing work on a new album and I... habitue. I slept and lived here since I remember, and now sat on the stairs from the outside entrance, smoking a cigarette.
Kamenashi drew my attention. He has day off today, but he came here so late at night and get drunk in the rain. I saw his gently smiles. There was a method in all this madness. I did not want to interrupt him to that magical moment, his arms trembling so I left dry place with a sigh. I did not hurry. I approached the boy slowly, ending to smoke. I let the rain to caresses mine skin too, but I did not feel pleasure with this. Cold drops fell on me, making me a cold shiver passed.
- What are you doing? - I asked quietly, still fearing to interrupt his activities. He moved on me misty eyes and I realized that probably he has a fever.
- I watching the rain - he remarked intelligently.
- You get sick - I sighed, then grabbed his hand, wanting to lead him to the studio, but dark-haired man did not budge from the spot. He still stand and the same place and smiling.
- He brings relief - he said softly, raising her head again and this closing his eyes. I shook the head. I wanted to ask what he had in mind, but he spoke again. - Toma ... what is love for you? - He asked bluntly. I realized, that he has an heart problem. Typical for young stars.
- Love is ... love ... love ... - I began, suddenly realizing that I do not know. I bit mine lip, not knowing what should I do. I could give him a filter rule, a simple filter rule, which was good for every good feeling. This I knew. - Love is a feeling that connects two people. To love someone means to respect and like him - I said, being proud of mine explanation.
Kazuya opened his eyes and looked at me critically, then he laughed, which in this situation seemed a bit funnily. Two guys standing in the rain, without proper clothing and one of them suddenly burst out laughing. Nothing, just consider that they were crazy.
- I did not ask about rules - he explained, approaching to me. I felt his hands entwine me in the waist, and he puts his head on my chest. He was shorten than me, and I was happy with that, at that moment. I started stroking him on the back. I started to do it before I thought about it. That was strange. - I do not know too ... I do not know what love is for me - he whispered. - But the rain ... the rain is comforting for tired nerves. It washes away the guilt, it cleanses our souls - he mumbled.
- Hey ... Kazu-chan - I used the abbreviation of his name, which was so often pronounced by his best friend Jin. In my mouth sounded strangely, but nicely. I realize that saying those words, I feel some warm feeling flowing to the heart. I did not know what's going on, but do not bother me. - Kazu-chan - I said, still stroking him on the back. - You do not have to clean anything - I sighed. Kamenashi had no reason to regret their actions.
- Toma-chan? - The boy looked at me and I realized that he was crying. - You are leaving, right?
- Yes, tomorrow I will not be here - I whispered. In that moment I wished abandon all mine plans. All photo sessions, a film, and other interviews, to be with him and look after him. - Do not cry, I'll be back after all ...
- I wanted ... I wanted to just say goodbye to you - he stammered, lowering his gaze. - I thought that you disappear ... as usual ... without saying goodbye - he added softly, and he was right. I always do that, but I still did not understand his intentions. We were not closely yet. Recently I began to notice that, he is not such an asshole for what I thought before..
I smiled, smacking his wet hair. - Will you missed me? - I asked a slightly amused tone, allowing him to cling to me more. He looks for warmth, but it do not bother me. I liked it.
- I will - Kazuya replied calmly, then smiled slightly. - It sounds almost like a confession of love - he noted.
- Maybe in the bad movies, but not in real life, Angel - I muttered sarcastically, for the first time using this nickname with no implied meaning. Again, I loved it. I often called him in this way, wishing him bad, and now a this word ... just flowed straight from the heart. Burst out laughing in the spirit. - Do you wanted something from Okinawa? Small gift? - I asked. - Damn ... you are trembling. Come on. We will go inside. You change yours clothes - I asked, when I felt chills, which was passing him. This time he do not protested. He allowed me to lead him to the studio, I immediately turn to my wardrobe. He also did not protest, when I gave him mine clean sweat suit. He looked in this like orphan, but when he rubbed his eyes, I faded. He looked like a small, lost child, who came searching help, and I wanted to help him. - Eh kid - I sighed, trying to wear the mask of indifference once again. I took a clean towel and started wiping his hair.
- I want shell from Okinawa. Bring me a shell - he request.
- Some special? - I asked, when I comb his wet hair and starting massaging the younger boy’s temple. - Maybe pink shell?
- No ... I want to ... shell with a soul - he said calmly, sipping hot coffee.
- Shell with a soul? But surely you all right? - I made sure, without interrupting the massage. Actually, I did not know why I looked after him. Something made me do it, do not let me push him away.
- Yes, indeed - seriously - said Kazuya. - So… do you bring me such a shell? - He asked, looking at me and biting his lip.
- Yeah ... I bring it- I sighed, turning mine eyes in disbelief.
- I’m glad - grinned at me Kamenashi, then yawned, dragging slightly. I glanced at the watch. It was nearly a second a.m. There was no sense to send him home. I smiled gently.
- Come on, you should rest a little - I smiled to him, revealing a blanket on the bed. Kazuya hesitated for a moment, then finally went into it, clasping to my pillow.
- And you? - he asked when I wanted to go to the chair. But I had no intention to sleep with him. - Un...do you lie down next to me? - He asked, surprised me again.
- Oh ...you'll have Akanishi on your conscience, my darling - I smiled to him gently. His imaginary relationship with Jin has always amused me. Kazuya ofended slightly.
- Then the rain will wash it from me - he remarked in a whisper, and I could not longer protest. Slipped across the bed. Kazuya smiled, adjacent to me lightly. - Good night - he whispered, falling asleep.
- Un... do you know that no one say goodbye to me in this way took? - I asked quietly, stroking his head. I knew that he did not respond. - Thank you - I whispered, kissing his forehead.