1+2
Title: 1+2
Rating: PG
Genre: AU (post-apocalyptic)
Pairing: Sakumiya
Length: One-Shot
Summary: It was just the two of them. They didn’t quite know where they were headed, only that they had to keep moving.
A/N: Inspired by a dream I had. Written pretty rushed with no ounce of plot but I hope you enjoy!! ((I should probably get onto finishing another story for my other series..))
1+2
It was just the two of them.
One and Two.
They didn’t quite know where they were headed, only that they had to keep going. For every night they set camp the morning that arrived afterwards it was sure they would pack up and set off again. They had to keep moving, no matter how slowly.
“One step at a time,” One had said.
“One foot in front of the other,” Two had echoed.
= = = = =
Emptiness.
It stretched out before them. A glaring blue that shouted at them from above, and a blistering orange from below that reminded them of the pain they left imprinted in each step. The horizon blurred where the two halves met, bleeding into each other in a hazy confusion of colour. It was suffocating and Two was drowning.
It made him sick. Sick of it, sick of everything.
But he knew he had to keep moving. Even if everything hurt, and even if everything stopped hurting.
The burnt ground was rough against his feet, but his calluses soon outgrew the pain. The sun hanging unmercifully in the sky flayed the skin on his back but even that too hardened and grew accustomed to the pain. Two sometimes wondered whether his heart had grown numb like his skin had. He wondered how much he had changed from the young boy he used to be, the boy that devoured book after book under the covers with a flashlight but couldn’t sleep when it was dark.
“Don’t worry, you haven’t changed much,” One had assured him one night, a ghost of a smile on his lips. “You’re still clumsy as hell.”
This was true. Two fell, hard and often. When he did One hardly spared him a glance. He just walked ahead, taking slow winding steps, knowing and waiting but never looking back. The ground opened wounds and readily drew Two’s blood into their parched depths. Sometimes he laid there for what seemed to be hours. At times like those he wanted to give up and let it all go, to stay where he had fallen and wait for cold or hunger to claim him. But after each tumble, Two managed to stand up and dust himself off without fail. Simply because he had to.
He couldn’t leave One alone. It was just the two of them after all.
There had been others before but they had all left. There were times when the two awoke to find their tent empty but still warm. And there were times where they would just walk away. No one objected. They just watched their slowly shrinking figure walking away until they were nothing but another speck of sand on the horizon, another colour to be added to the haze.
Two could hardly remember them all, but there were some that left a distinct impression on his mind. He could recall the man with the burnt skin who exuded a peculiar calm, the man who moved forward with confident steps as if he always knew exactly where he was going and the man who reminded them all of how the world that once was.
Happy.
= = = = =
They didn’t talk, One and Two. Not much, anyways. When they walked, they did so in silence. They had talked at the beginning, but there didn’t seem to be much use for conversation lately. One had abandoned his name a long time ago.
“Don’t need it anymore,” he had said casually and Two could only nod at the other man’s resolve and follow his lead.
But there were nights where One surrendered himself to the waves of loneliness that flooded his head and the heaviness that weighed down on his heart. Nights tinged with sadness and realisation. Nights that rung with an indescribable emptiness. Nights that reminded him of how lost he was in a world that had fallen apart.
On these nights the stars hung low in the sky and were so beautiful it almost hurt. Two held him as they lay and watched how the night came alive, lights flaring, the darkness becoming awash with gold. A soft wind whispered across their skin. One let his eyes flutter shut, listening to Two’s quiet breathing and feeling the heat of his body against his back.
“Say my name,” One uttered in a tiny voice, beginning to choke up. “Please.”
Two dug his face into the other’s hair and tangled his fingers with his own. “Ninomiya Kazunari. You are Ninomiya Kazunari.”
One’s small frame shook as he wept, repeating his name over and over to himself in small gasps, attempting to grasp some semblance of the identity he had lost. The cold facade he usually wore fell away and he was left to pick up the pieces.
“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, Sho,” One choked out.
“You have nothing to apologise for.”
Two held him tighter.
It was just them and the night, nothing else. They were two small shivering bodies, two insignificant specks of life in the vast expanse of emptiness that surrounded them. But it was okay. They had each other.
These were the nights where they just needed to hold each other, to feel each other’s warmth, each other’s breaths and the blood that pulsed through each other’s veins. They wouldn't call such an action love; those words had lost meaning a long time ago. But it was something close to that. It was a need to feel another heart beating against their own.
= = = = =
When it came they knew.
With unspoken understanding they stopped and waited.
They could feel it in the murmuring of the wind and in the little sparks of electricity that burst in the air. Something was about to
happen. They wondered if this was it, the reason behind every step they had taken, every stumble they had endured, every tear that had fallen. They stood silently, watching and waiting, eyes peering toward the sky. The sun was just beginning to set.
3.
2.
1.
It came suddenly as the sun kissed the horizon.
Colours.
They erupted into the air, colours from their memories and colours they had never seen before. Licks of colour mingled with others, the sky writhing and burning as if it were almost alive. The wind grew stronger with each passing moment. It carried the light on its wings as it danced through the air, imparting radiance and life in everything it touched; the ground, the sky, and in Nino and Sho.
Nino dropped to his knees.
It was beautiful.
The colours blossomed, reflected in the wonder of his gaze. Silent tears fell from his eyes as he watched, completely enthralled. He felt dizzy, the sudden bursts of colour and light much too overwhelming but he still couldn’t pry his eyes away from it.
Behind him Sho moved, crouching beside his fallen friend. He watched the light linger on his face and the colours weave into his hair. He was glowing. With soft hesitance he reached for Nino’s hand. Sparks flew as they touched. Despite the pain he entwined their fingers together, a shock rushing through his blood setting every nerve alight. But it was at this that Nino finally met his eyes and smiled.
Sho grinned back through his tears.
It didn’t matter anymore. They didn’t know what was happening. The world could be ending for all they knew but they still wouldn’t have cared. It was ok like this.
This was enough.
Rating: PG
Genre: AU (post-apocalyptic)
Pairing: Sakumiya
Length: One-Shot
Summary: It was just the two of them. They didn’t quite know where they were headed, only that they had to keep moving.
A/N: Inspired by a dream I had. Written pretty rushed with no ounce of plot but I hope you enjoy!! ((I should probably get onto finishing another story for my other series..))
1+2
It was just the two of them.
One and Two.
They didn’t quite know where they were headed, only that they had to keep going. For every night they set camp the morning that arrived afterwards it was sure they would pack up and set off again. They had to keep moving, no matter how slowly.
“One step at a time,” One had said.
“One foot in front of the other,” Two had echoed.
= = = = =
Emptiness.
It stretched out before them. A glaring blue that shouted at them from above, and a blistering orange from below that reminded them of the pain they left imprinted in each step. The horizon blurred where the two halves met, bleeding into each other in a hazy confusion of colour. It was suffocating and Two was drowning.
It made him sick. Sick of it, sick of everything.
But he knew he had to keep moving. Even if everything hurt, and even if everything stopped hurting.
The burnt ground was rough against his feet, but his calluses soon outgrew the pain. The sun hanging unmercifully in the sky flayed the skin on his back but even that too hardened and grew accustomed to the pain. Two sometimes wondered whether his heart had grown numb like his skin had. He wondered how much he had changed from the young boy he used to be, the boy that devoured book after book under the covers with a flashlight but couldn’t sleep when it was dark.
“Don’t worry, you haven’t changed much,” One had assured him one night, a ghost of a smile on his lips. “You’re still clumsy as hell.”
This was true. Two fell, hard and often. When he did One hardly spared him a glance. He just walked ahead, taking slow winding steps, knowing and waiting but never looking back. The ground opened wounds and readily drew Two’s blood into their parched depths. Sometimes he laid there for what seemed to be hours. At times like those he wanted to give up and let it all go, to stay where he had fallen and wait for cold or hunger to claim him. But after each tumble, Two managed to stand up and dust himself off without fail. Simply because he had to.
He couldn’t leave One alone. It was just the two of them after all.
There had been others before but they had all left. There were times when the two awoke to find their tent empty but still warm. And there were times where they would just walk away. No one objected. They just watched their slowly shrinking figure walking away until they were nothing but another speck of sand on the horizon, another colour to be added to the haze.
Two could hardly remember them all, but there were some that left a distinct impression on his mind. He could recall the man with the burnt skin who exuded a peculiar calm, the man who moved forward with confident steps as if he always knew exactly where he was going and the man who reminded them all of how the world that once was.
Happy.
= = = = =
They didn’t talk, One and Two. Not much, anyways. When they walked, they did so in silence. They had talked at the beginning, but there didn’t seem to be much use for conversation lately. One had abandoned his name a long time ago.
“Don’t need it anymore,” he had said casually and Two could only nod at the other man’s resolve and follow his lead.
But there were nights where One surrendered himself to the waves of loneliness that flooded his head and the heaviness that weighed down on his heart. Nights tinged with sadness and realisation. Nights that rung with an indescribable emptiness. Nights that reminded him of how lost he was in a world that had fallen apart.
On these nights the stars hung low in the sky and were so beautiful it almost hurt. Two held him as they lay and watched how the night came alive, lights flaring, the darkness becoming awash with gold. A soft wind whispered across their skin. One let his eyes flutter shut, listening to Two’s quiet breathing and feeling the heat of his body against his back.
“Say my name,” One uttered in a tiny voice, beginning to choke up. “Please.”
Two dug his face into the other’s hair and tangled his fingers with his own. “Ninomiya Kazunari. You are Ninomiya Kazunari.”
One’s small frame shook as he wept, repeating his name over and over to himself in small gasps, attempting to grasp some semblance of the identity he had lost. The cold facade he usually wore fell away and he was left to pick up the pieces.
“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, Sho,” One choked out.
“You have nothing to apologise for.”
Two held him tighter.
It was just them and the night, nothing else. They were two small shivering bodies, two insignificant specks of life in the vast expanse of emptiness that surrounded them. But it was okay. They had each other.
These were the nights where they just needed to hold each other, to feel each other’s warmth, each other’s breaths and the blood that pulsed through each other’s veins. They wouldn't call such an action love; those words had lost meaning a long time ago. But it was something close to that. It was a need to feel another heart beating against their own.
= = = = =
When it came they knew.
With unspoken understanding they stopped and waited.
They could feel it in the murmuring of the wind and in the little sparks of electricity that burst in the air. Something was about to
happen. They wondered if this was it, the reason behind every step they had taken, every stumble they had endured, every tear that had fallen. They stood silently, watching and waiting, eyes peering toward the sky. The sun was just beginning to set.
3.
2.
1.
It came suddenly as the sun kissed the horizon.
Colours.
They erupted into the air, colours from their memories and colours they had never seen before. Licks of colour mingled with others, the sky writhing and burning as if it were almost alive. The wind grew stronger with each passing moment. It carried the light on its wings as it danced through the air, imparting radiance and life in everything it touched; the ground, the sky, and in Nino and Sho.
Nino dropped to his knees.
It was beautiful.
The colours blossomed, reflected in the wonder of his gaze. Silent tears fell from his eyes as he watched, completely enthralled. He felt dizzy, the sudden bursts of colour and light much too overwhelming but he still couldn’t pry his eyes away from it.
Behind him Sho moved, crouching beside his fallen friend. He watched the light linger on his face and the colours weave into his hair. He was glowing. With soft hesitance he reached for Nino’s hand. Sparks flew as they touched. Despite the pain he entwined their fingers together, a shock rushing through his blood setting every nerve alight. But it was at this that Nino finally met his eyes and smiled.
Sho grinned back through his tears.
It didn’t matter anymore. They didn’t know what was happening. The world could be ending for all they knew but they still wouldn’t have cared. It was ok like this.
This was enough.