[oneshot] Sky Under Our Palms
Sky Under Our Palms
Author : mizuno_hikaru
Pairing : HayaRyu
Rating : PG15
Beta : piperr0919
Summary : Because that fact echoed inside you : it’s him, him, him, and only him. It’s only him, and you never care about others.
A/N : My second HayaRyu fic. Taken from second people’s POV. A kinda sequel of Letter To God.
You found him there, sprawled across the grasses-the damp green blades danced when the breeze approached them, carrying the fresh scent of Summer. After all, it’s colourful there: dark green, moss green, brown, light green, white, yellow, red, pink, purple, and more green of whatever it called with. You love that place, your secret hide out with him-the secluded area near the riverbank.
His eyes were closed, and you wondered if he was really asleep or just pretending to. His face was serene-he looked peaceful, and you blushed with that tiny smile plastered on your face. His soft reddish locks covered his eyes, and you brushed them gently to the side, and stayed silent, afraid of waking him up. Then you sat beside him, watching his sleeping face, and wondering how long it has been since you fell in love with him.
Ten years ? Or more ?
He was your childhood friend, after all, and you two had always been together since you could remember. His father disliked the fact since your family wasn’t as wealthy as his, but you didn’t give a damn. You never did.
All that mattered was him, and only him. And it was enough. Even for everything.
Because that fact echoed inside you: it’s him, him, him, and only him. It’s only him, and you never cared about others.
It’s you and him against the world, and you chuckled at the cheesy lines since it reminded you of a western song. Is it You and Me Against The World ? And you remembered a scene from the past: you two were seven, and a teacher scolded the two of you for being too lovey-dovey. An old lady, the one who always wore conservative clothes, pointy glasses and a tight bun-never married, dull, all wrinkles and bitter words. You have already forgotten her name, Inoue or something. But you remembered her words. You remembered it all. Screw her.
“Young boys, you two aren’t allowed to hug or kiss each other. Boys don’t hug or kiss each other. Boys don’t love boys, boys love girls. You two must stop your stupid acts, and please forget about all your immoral vows of being together and marrying in the future. It’s impossible, and it is a sin. God didn’t like what you two did, and you two will be put in hell if you two do it again. Do you understand, young boys? “
But yes, you were the one they called delinquent, and you never listened. You always rebelled, and you never cared about anything. Except for him. You found it like a destined irony; you chuckled as you lay beside him-your fingers brushed against him.
He shifted, and you realize that he had awoken. He rubbed his eyes and called you, “What is it, Hayato? “
You didn’t answer, your fingers tangled together with his. He clutched yours tighter, his thumb caressing yours, and you two didn’t need any words anymore. You put your hands up together with his, against the blazing sun, and it looked like the sky was under your palms. Clear, bright blue, and yours.
“Ryu”
“Hmm?”
“Love you“
“Love you too, Hayato“
He smiled, and you smiled back. Then you suddenly realized that this was your favourite scene of the whole summer: secret hiding place, cool breeze, golden sun, green grasses, and there you are, with him, with sky under your palms.
-end-
Author : mizuno_hikaru
Pairing : HayaRyu
Rating : PG15
Beta : piperr0919
Summary : Because that fact echoed inside you : it’s him, him, him, and only him. It’s only him, and you never care about others.
A/N : My second HayaRyu fic. Taken from second people’s POV. A kinda sequel of Letter To God.
You found him there, sprawled across the grasses-the damp green blades danced when the breeze approached them, carrying the fresh scent of Summer. After all, it’s colourful there: dark green, moss green, brown, light green, white, yellow, red, pink, purple, and more green of whatever it called with. You love that place, your secret hide out with him-the secluded area near the riverbank.
His eyes were closed, and you wondered if he was really asleep or just pretending to. His face was serene-he looked peaceful, and you blushed with that tiny smile plastered on your face. His soft reddish locks covered his eyes, and you brushed them gently to the side, and stayed silent, afraid of waking him up. Then you sat beside him, watching his sleeping face, and wondering how long it has been since you fell in love with him.
Ten years ? Or more ?
He was your childhood friend, after all, and you two had always been together since you could remember. His father disliked the fact since your family wasn’t as wealthy as his, but you didn’t give a damn. You never did.
All that mattered was him, and only him. And it was enough. Even for everything.
Because that fact echoed inside you: it’s him, him, him, and only him. It’s only him, and you never cared about others.
It’s you and him against the world, and you chuckled at the cheesy lines since it reminded you of a western song. Is it You and Me Against The World ? And you remembered a scene from the past: you two were seven, and a teacher scolded the two of you for being too lovey-dovey. An old lady, the one who always wore conservative clothes, pointy glasses and a tight bun-never married, dull, all wrinkles and bitter words. You have already forgotten her name, Inoue or something. But you remembered her words. You remembered it all. Screw her.
“Young boys, you two aren’t allowed to hug or kiss each other. Boys don’t hug or kiss each other. Boys don’t love boys, boys love girls. You two must stop your stupid acts, and please forget about all your immoral vows of being together and marrying in the future. It’s impossible, and it is a sin. God didn’t like what you two did, and you two will be put in hell if you two do it again. Do you understand, young boys? “
But yes, you were the one they called delinquent, and you never listened. You always rebelled, and you never cared about anything. Except for him. You found it like a destined irony; you chuckled as you lay beside him-your fingers brushed against him.
He shifted, and you realize that he had awoken. He rubbed his eyes and called you, “What is it, Hayato? “
You didn’t answer, your fingers tangled together with his. He clutched yours tighter, his thumb caressing yours, and you two didn’t need any words anymore. You put your hands up together with his, against the blazing sun, and it looked like the sky was under your palms. Clear, bright blue, and yours.
“Ryu”
“Hmm?”
“Love you“
“Love you too, Hayato“
He smiled, and you smiled back. Then you suddenly realized that this was your favourite scene of the whole summer: secret hiding place, cool breeze, golden sun, green grasses, and there you are, with him, with sky under your palms.
-end-