Passenger Seat: Where You Lead, I Will Follow
Pairing: Sakumoto
Kind: One-shot
Genre: AU, fluff
Rating: PG
Inspiration: "Passenger Seat" by Death Cab for Cutie
Disclaimer: Plot = mine. Arashi = not mine. Song = not mine.
Summary: Sho is a photographer, and Jun is his apprentice who doesn't want to leave his side. They've been traveling around the world for months together.
For:
the melody lingers on
AN ARASHI FICTION QUEST
"Passenger Seat" by Death Cab for Cutie
I roll the window down
And then begin to breathe in
The darkest country road
And the strong scent of evergreen
From the passenger seat as you are driving me home.
Then looking upwards
I strain my eyes and try
To tell the difference between shooting stars and satellites
From the passenger seat as you are driving me home.
"Do they collide?"
I ask and you smile.
With my feet on the dash
The world doesn't matter.
When you feel embarrassed then I'll be your pride
When you need directions then I'll be the guide
For all time.
For all time.
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Rolling the window down, Jun closed his eyes and rested his chin on his arm, the wind flowing through his hair and making his face cold. He breathed deeply, smelling the nearby evergreen trees - a fresh, crisp smell that lingered in Jun’s nose.
He felt the car slow to a stop and opened his eyes to twilight. It was breathtaking, the way the sun was just below the horizon, its rays softening the edges of the trees and blanketing the earth with an ethereal glow. He heard the car door slam, but allowed himself to linger on the sight a little longer. He wanted to imprint this image in his mind forever.
He heard the shuffling of feet and the familiar click of a camera, sensing a presence nearby. He tore his gaze away from the sunset to look at Sho, who was rapidly taking pictures of the striking scene before them. Jun turned his eyes back to the beauty of nature, allowing the peace and quiet to seep into his limbs.
As Sho settled back into the driver’s seat, Jun turned to glance back at him, enjoying the way Sho scrunched his face in concentration, flipping through the digital pictures, assessing his work.
“This will be one of your best yet.”
Sho smiled, and glanced at Jun for a brief moment before returning to the camera. “I’m glad you were here to enjoy it in person.”
Sho put his camera away in the glove box, and stepped out of the car again to sit on the hood. Jun moved to join him, laying down on the metal top to gaze up at the starry sky. "Beautiful," Jun whispered.
Sho tilted his head to stare up at the sky, also noticing the shooting stars and satellites glowing brilliantly against the deepening night.
“Do they collide?” Jun asked with a hint of humor.
Even from his perch, Jun could see the smile on Sho’s face. Sho had asked the same question their first night traveling, so many months ago.
“Make a wish.” Sho mumbled, still smiling. They had made it a game to find a shooting star in every country they visited.
Jun stretched languidly. “Where are we going next?”
“Home.”
Jun paused. “Home?” he questioned, trying to capture Sho’s eyes with his own, but Sho evaded his gaze.
“We’ve been traveling for ages. I think it’s time we went home, don’t you?”
Home, Jun thought. He wondered what had brought this on. Sho had never made any indication he was homesick, and Jun had never complained. Sho had constantly worried about dragging Jun across the world to take pictures, and often asked Jun if he was happy. Jun had to repeatedly assuage Sho’s fears with affirmations of how much he enjoyed doing this, finally getting the point across when they were under the Northern Lights, and instead of answering Sho’s millionth question he simply pressed his cold lips to Sho’s, firmly shutting him up. Remembering that night still made Jun feel a rush of warmth all the way to his toes.
As the warmth of the memory subsided, Jun felt the cold night air settling into his skin, sending shivers up his spine. “I’m going to grab the blanket,” he said, opening up passenger door, sitting in the seat in order to reach the blanket.
Remembering they had a flashlight in the glove box, Jun opened the compartment. A loose picture fell out into Jun’s lap, and Jun frowned. Sho took digital pictures - why was there a printed picture in here? Jun soon recognized the photo as a Polaroid, but since when did Sho have a Polaroid camera?
Jun’s mind went blank when he realized the photo was from just a few moments before - not only that, but the photo was of him. Jun’s face was aglow from the setting sun, hair windswept, serenity clear on his face, his chin on his arm, which was resting in the window frame of the car. Underneath the photo, scribbled in Sho’s neat handwriting, were two words.
My home
Jun felt his heart pounding in his ears, and didn’t bother suppressing the smile that filled his face. He glanced at Sho’s back, the deepening shadows only revealing Sho’s silhouette. Neither of them were very vocal about their feelings, so Jun was always unsure of just how much he meant to Sho. Jun quickly grabbed the blanket and flashlight, putting the photo back into place.
Settling down next to Sho, Jun wrapped the blanket loosely around the both of them. “Home, huh?” Jun questioned, trying to suppress his grin.
Sho simply hummed in response, looking at Jun as if asking permission.
“Home,” Jun said softly, as he twined his fingers with Sho’s.
Kind: One-shot
Genre: AU, fluff
Rating: PG
Inspiration: "Passenger Seat" by Death Cab for Cutie
Disclaimer: Plot = mine. Arashi = not mine. Song = not mine.
Summary: Sho is a photographer, and Jun is his apprentice who doesn't want to leave his side. They've been traveling around the world for months together.
For:
the melody lingers on
AN ARASHI FICTION QUEST
"Passenger Seat" by Death Cab for Cutie
I roll the window down
And then begin to breathe in
The darkest country road
And the strong scent of evergreen
From the passenger seat as you are driving me home.
Then looking upwards
I strain my eyes and try
To tell the difference between shooting stars and satellites
From the passenger seat as you are driving me home.
"Do they collide?"
I ask and you smile.
With my feet on the dash
The world doesn't matter.
When you feel embarrassed then I'll be your pride
When you need directions then I'll be the guide
For all time.
For all time.
----------------
Rolling the window down, Jun closed his eyes and rested his chin on his arm, the wind flowing through his hair and making his face cold. He breathed deeply, smelling the nearby evergreen trees - a fresh, crisp smell that lingered in Jun’s nose.
He felt the car slow to a stop and opened his eyes to twilight. It was breathtaking, the way the sun was just below the horizon, its rays softening the edges of the trees and blanketing the earth with an ethereal glow. He heard the car door slam, but allowed himself to linger on the sight a little longer. He wanted to imprint this image in his mind forever.
He heard the shuffling of feet and the familiar click of a camera, sensing a presence nearby. He tore his gaze away from the sunset to look at Sho, who was rapidly taking pictures of the striking scene before them. Jun turned his eyes back to the beauty of nature, allowing the peace and quiet to seep into his limbs.
As Sho settled back into the driver’s seat, Jun turned to glance back at him, enjoying the way Sho scrunched his face in concentration, flipping through the digital pictures, assessing his work.
“This will be one of your best yet.”
Sho smiled, and glanced at Jun for a brief moment before returning to the camera. “I’m glad you were here to enjoy it in person.”
Sho put his camera away in the glove box, and stepped out of the car again to sit on the hood. Jun moved to join him, laying down on the metal top to gaze up at the starry sky. "Beautiful," Jun whispered.
Sho tilted his head to stare up at the sky, also noticing the shooting stars and satellites glowing brilliantly against the deepening night.
“Do they collide?” Jun asked with a hint of humor.
Even from his perch, Jun could see the smile on Sho’s face. Sho had asked the same question their first night traveling, so many months ago.
“Make a wish.” Sho mumbled, still smiling. They had made it a game to find a shooting star in every country they visited.
Jun stretched languidly. “Where are we going next?”
“Home.”
Jun paused. “Home?” he questioned, trying to capture Sho’s eyes with his own, but Sho evaded his gaze.
“We’ve been traveling for ages. I think it’s time we went home, don’t you?”
Home, Jun thought. He wondered what had brought this on. Sho had never made any indication he was homesick, and Jun had never complained. Sho had constantly worried about dragging Jun across the world to take pictures, and often asked Jun if he was happy. Jun had to repeatedly assuage Sho’s fears with affirmations of how much he enjoyed doing this, finally getting the point across when they were under the Northern Lights, and instead of answering Sho’s millionth question he simply pressed his cold lips to Sho’s, firmly shutting him up. Remembering that night still made Jun feel a rush of warmth all the way to his toes.
As the warmth of the memory subsided, Jun felt the cold night air settling into his skin, sending shivers up his spine. “I’m going to grab the blanket,” he said, opening up passenger door, sitting in the seat in order to reach the blanket.
Remembering they had a flashlight in the glove box, Jun opened the compartment. A loose picture fell out into Jun’s lap, and Jun frowned. Sho took digital pictures - why was there a printed picture in here? Jun soon recognized the photo as a Polaroid, but since when did Sho have a Polaroid camera?
Jun’s mind went blank when he realized the photo was from just a few moments before - not only that, but the photo was of him. Jun’s face was aglow from the setting sun, hair windswept, serenity clear on his face, his chin on his arm, which was resting in the window frame of the car. Underneath the photo, scribbled in Sho’s neat handwriting, were two words.
My home
Jun felt his heart pounding in his ears, and didn’t bother suppressing the smile that filled his face. He glanced at Sho’s back, the deepening shadows only revealing Sho’s silhouette. Neither of them were very vocal about their feelings, so Jun was always unsure of just how much he meant to Sho. Jun quickly grabbed the blanket and flashlight, putting the photo back into place.
Settling down next to Sho, Jun wrapped the blanket loosely around the both of them. “Home, huh?” Jun questioned, trying to suppress his grin.
Sho simply hummed in response, looking at Jun as if asking permission.
“Home,” Jun said softly, as he twined his fingers with Sho’s.