{fic} - 8 years {3/3}
Title : 8 years {3/3}
Genre : Angst first; Fluff later
Pairing : Aibajun; Arashi friendship
Rating : PG-13
Disclaimer : I wish I owned all of them, but I don’t. None of this happened, it probably won’t happen in real life, and I think they own themselves…
Notes : This is where the fluff is at... (though it's not ALL fluff....)
Jun woke up with a throbbing headache and painful eyes. He was so disoriented at first he couldn’t quite recognize where he was, eventually realizing that he’s in his own bed. And then everything else hit him like a pile of bricks.
Aiba knew.
Oh god, Aiba knew.
Oh god. Now Aiba won’t even want to be his friend anymore. He’ll lose Aiba forever.
Oh god.
Aiba’s gone. He’s left my life for good.
“Matsujun? You awake?” Aiba’s voice came from beyond the close bedroom door.
“Er..”
“ I hope you’re awake, because I have something important to talk to you about.” Aiba’s serious tone made Jun dread what was happening next. Aiba was going to reject him and then tell him that he can’t stay in his life anymore. As the doorknob turned, Jun’s stomach twisted along with it. The door was pushed open, revealing Aiba with a cup of water. He walked up Jun’s bed and handed him the water.
“Here, drink some.” Jun sipped a little, distracted by the offer itself.
“Ne, Matsujun… I… I’m sorry.” Jun closed his eyes. Here it was. The I’m sorry before…
“I’m sorry for making you so miserable for so long… I understand if you don’t want to see me again… Nobody wants to see the face of the person who hurt them so much…” Huh? Why was Aiba saying this? Those were supposed to be his words... maybe this is Aiba’s way of saying he want out of the friendship…
“I…” Jun was at an odd loss for words.
“I guess you really do want me to leave… “ Aiba turned to leave, tears falling down from his eyes. He hurt Matsujun too much, and now he had to pay for it with the knowledge that Jun will hate him for the rest of his life. As he reached the bedroom door, he turned around to the dazed man on the bed and said three words that he had longed to say to Jun; a coherent Jun that really understood what Aiba was saying. He wanted these words to be the final words that he said to Jun.
“I love you…”
It was as if Jun’s mind suddenly cleared. Everything that happened not a few hours ago rushed back into his consciousness. One important thought hit him hard.
Aiba loves him.
Aiba loves HIM. And still wants him.
And is leaving. KUSO…
Jun shot out of bed just in time to pull Aiba into a kiss. He was stunned for a few seconds before returning the kiss with equal fervour. Finally the two pulled away from each other, the need for oxygen the culprit. Aiba pulled Jun in a tight embrace as he once again toed off the shoes he had put on a few seconds ago. Jun tugged them towards the couch, falling on it in a boneless heap, dragging Aiba down with himself.
“You love me.”
“Yes.” Aiba was so unsure of what was going on, although hope flared again in his heart. Perhaps?
“You still love me.”
“Yes.”
~~
The moon illuminated two tangled figures upon a bed. Their softly smiling faces showed a perfect image of serenity. The larger figure held the smaller frame in a tender and protective embrace, and as the two figures shifted slightly together, the sheet slipped to reveal the pale skin of the smaller one’s back, the skin taking on a shimmery quality as the moonlight shone upon it. The pale face of the larger figure showed signs of consciousness as the body in its embrace turned away. Eyes cracked open and a head turned to look at the body pressed up against him. A gentle smile painted his face as he bent to press tender kisses along the neck, trailing down to the shoulders, then back up again, the earlobe his final target. This all seemed too much like a dream that he had many times, once upon a time. He had to constantly reassure himself that this is no dream anymore; this was reality. He no longer feared waking up in the morning.
He extracted himself from the sleeping body beside him and tiptoed out of the bedroom. This was a good time to start his plan for the upcoming day. Trying to be as quiet as possible, he made sure everything was in place before he slipped back into bed, once again pulling the slumbering figure into his embrace.
Soon it was not the moon but the sun which shed its rays upon the two slumbering bodies. Neither one of them liked to wake up in the morning, but one of them woke up earlier than usual. He, like the night that just passed, disentangled himself and padded to the kitchen, ready for a brand new day. The other whimpered at the loss of heat, burrowing into the spot that the man had just been lying in.
The smell of fresh coffee wafted into the bedroom, waking the sleeping one. Getting out of bed and making way towards the kitchen, the vision of Aiba Masaki making breakfast in pyjama pants and an apron was one to behold. A hug from behind and a kiss on the shoulder from his lover shocked Aiba enough to nearly drop the chopsticks he was holding.
“Ohayo” Aiba turned to his lover and kissed the welcoming lips in front of him.
A barely heard ‘Ohayo’ was the response. Aiba smiled. His lover really isn’t a morning person; one can tell by how greetings are always muttered and grumbled in the morning. He turned back to the stove, still talking to the person behind him.
“No work for us today!” Aiba had this all planned out, and was so excited for the day. His lover was more than confused.
“Huh?” Aiba turned to meet chocolate eyes with a dazzling smile.
“Nope. I managed to get both of us off work today… it wasn’t easy, but…” Aiba was interrupted by his lover’s finger pointing at the stove. Aiba spun around…
“AAH! THE EGGS ARE BURNING!”
It was on their way back from breakfast when they bumped into Ohno. (Those burnt eggs were the last in the house after all…) Looking better than ever, the artist was on his way to work. It was a surprising half day of work that day, for which Ohno was thankful. He had risen early to paint the sunrise, something that he wasn’t able to do often. As his lover was distracted by a shop nearby, Aiba pulled Ohno over and whispered today’s finalized plans to him. Ohno’s grin became larger and larger as the details were fed to him. Ohno went on his way, and the pair went back on their way.
Aiba led them both to Arashi’s practice studio, to which the one beside him was intrigued. Why here of all places? As Aiba pulled them along the familiar hallways, he grew more and more confused, until a loud yell shocked him.
“SURPRISE!” All of Arashi and their close friends were there. Not a single one was missing.
“Happy 8th anniversary, Jun-chan!”
Indeed it had been 8 years since that memorable day. There were plenty of arguments and other issues on this rough path of love. But no matter what happened, the two of them persevered. They had waited for each other for so long; there was nothing in this world, barring death, that would tear them apart.
As Aiba embraced him from behind in bed that night after a long night of marking each other as their own, Jun’s eyes flickered to their joined hands, their entwined fingers bearing two identical rings, glittering in the moonlight.
It had been a lengthy relationship for them.
8 years.
96 months.
2922 days.
70128 hours.
4207680 minutes.
252460800 seconds.
252460801 seconds.
252460802 seconds.
And counting…
Owari