I would say I love you and everything else I know that will make you sure that I do.
Title: What would you say if you could say it?
Author:wordsandnotes
Genre: Fluff
Pairing: Tora/Saga *Shinji Amano/Takashi Sakamoto
Rating: G
Disclaimer: I own no one for owning a human being is against the code of ethics.
Summary: Do you know how a person defines a word he can't he even utter himself?
Comment: Made for justgotlost & torashinsaga
Takashi Sakamoto
"Would you like to run away with me, Takashi?"
It's what Takuya Sakamoto and Ren Sakamoto* decided to give you, even before your birth. Its the word that others speak of when they need to lend an ear. Its what makes your head turn, produce a smile and wave. Yes, the one he loves to whisper and shout; moan whenever you kiss and make love. The one a pile of medical certificates, music sheets and other documents are named after. It's your name.
Pen & Paper
"No, of course not! I'm not going back unless you say yes!"
With the absence of a voice to manipulate, you are given nothing to communicate with but pen and paper. The fountain pens your father bought especially for you, and the mountain piles of paper your mother have. Post-it notes are have taken your liking, though. You feel that instead of wasting whole bond papers to just produce a line, neon yellow colored squares are more efficient. It's the only way you can say - no, write. Yes. No. I won't. Maybe. If I have time I would. Are you really Shinji? Tora, huh? Yes, I'm a fan. I see. Thank you very much. Of course, I love you too!" But sometimes, the pair alone is not enough. There are still things that the pen can not write and the paper can not hold to show.
Music
"We'll live by the beach. Or in France! Name it, I'll take you there."
They say that when words fail, music speak. It is true. Music does speak, especially for you. The tremors you produce with your most beloved bass fill up the gaps created by the absence of words. They speak and let out what you feel. "It's natural for you to love it" ,your father once said. He's a song-writer, vocalist. Your mother's a writer, though she's quite good with the violin. You do not play because you mainly want to let out your emotions but deeper. You want the world to notice you. You're already tried of being the one who always have to silent. Now, you want to be heard. It's bad enough that you have to hear everything so keenly. And you'll never forget that line: And so, the musician and the writer produced a mute bassist. Its insulting in a way. The world can be cruel if you don't fit in. It can also fit in the palm of your hands if you try to measure the good that the world can give you. Love is the only good it gives, and its yours to keep now.
Rain
"We don't need the world, Takashi. It'll be just you and me."
You love the rain. Its when the tears of the skies drown everything. You can't and won't hear anything else but the melodious cries and moans. You only lend your abused ears to the regretful tears and thunders. Before, whenever it rains you remember him. Him who you left in Tokyo. Him who stood up for you. Him who you love. And so, as a result, you cry with the rain. You care so you cry. You cry because you're hurt. Caring hurts. Stop it, Saga! He's happy in Tokyo. Be happy! One day, you decide to take your dog on a walk, then in rains unexpectedly. You rush to the nearest waiting shed with Chiko's leash in hand. Once you're in shelter, you realize that you're not alone. There's a man, drenched and dark. You offer him your handkerchief. He holds out his hand to take it, but he took more. He kisses you and whispers sweet words to you. You're in shock. Little did you know that he was the childhood figure you left in Tokyo. Shinji.
Time
"I know, I know. We don't need to go now. I just need to know that your still with me. I missed you. I don't want to miss anymore of you or me. So, please?"
Twenty-seven year of silence is deafening. You've been hearing the same things over and over again. They're all the same, even if its different. Yes, it is confusing. Not being able to say anything to the world is confusing. You get lost more easier, bleed more often and hurt most of the time. Everything is just full of noises that had been playing since the day you were born and would not stop until time stops. What's worst is that time stops whenever you fall to the trance of slavery of your tongue and vocal cord's inability. And time goes by slowly when you wait, and all you do is wait. You wait for time to end. You wait for time itself. You also used wait for him. And when you found him, it flew so fast it made your head spin and words written more faster, deeper and more openly. Time came and went so fast that you feel like its gonna run out soon. Before, you wish it would stop, but now your afraid that it would. But since the gods are on your said, Cronus' creation didn't become insufficient. Now, time will be the one who'll tie you and the prince forever.
Shinji Amano
"Yes! Thank you! I love you! Now then, will you marry me? If not now, then just a sure me that you will.
It's ineffable. The words run from here to a point of no return. If he's around, you don't need anything else. He is your voice, your ears, your soul your heart, your everything. He is the one that holds the key to your heart; the reason you produce a smile even when it hurts the most. He is love, hope, faith, words, music, rain, time, tomorrow and forever. He is Shinji. And because he is love, the only good that can be extracted from the world, therefore he is yours and you are his.
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a.n//
* -----> I don't know who's Saga chi's parents are~ so I just made up names. xD
>:)) I don't know why but I like to write... I don't want to write disabled but yes. I like to write disabled characters who find hope in love. <-------- random thought. xD
anyway, this is made for: torashinsaga, who practically wrangled me when i told her that i don't want to write the fic anymore because of our trigonometry class. xD and to justgotlost, who said kind words when i needed them the most.
Comments are greatly loved here!! seriously.
Author:wordsandnotes
Genre: Fluff
Pairing: Tora/Saga *Shinji Amano/Takashi Sakamoto
Rating: G
Disclaimer: I own no one for owning a human being is against the code of ethics.
Summary: Do you know how a person defines a word he can't he even utter himself?
Comment: Made for justgotlost & torashinsaga
Takashi Sakamoto
"Would you like to run away with me, Takashi?"
It's what Takuya Sakamoto and Ren Sakamoto* decided to give you, even before your birth. Its the word that others speak of when they need to lend an ear. Its what makes your head turn, produce a smile and wave. Yes, the one he loves to whisper and shout; moan whenever you kiss and make love. The one a pile of medical certificates, music sheets and other documents are named after. It's your name.
Pen & Paper
"No, of course not! I'm not going back unless you say yes!"
With the absence of a voice to manipulate, you are given nothing to communicate with but pen and paper. The fountain pens your father bought especially for you, and the mountain piles of paper your mother have. Post-it notes are have taken your liking, though. You feel that instead of wasting whole bond papers to just produce a line, neon yellow colored squares are more efficient. It's the only way you can say - no, write. Yes. No. I won't. Maybe. If I have time I would. Are you really Shinji? Tora, huh? Yes, I'm a fan. I see. Thank you very much. Of course, I love you too!" But sometimes, the pair alone is not enough. There are still things that the pen can not write and the paper can not hold to show.
Music
"We'll live by the beach. Or in France! Name it, I'll take you there."
They say that when words fail, music speak. It is true. Music does speak, especially for you. The tremors you produce with your most beloved bass fill up the gaps created by the absence of words. They speak and let out what you feel. "It's natural for you to love it" ,your father once said. He's a song-writer, vocalist. Your mother's a writer, though she's quite good with the violin. You do not play because you mainly want to let out your emotions but deeper. You want the world to notice you. You're already tried of being the one who always have to silent. Now, you want to be heard. It's bad enough that you have to hear everything so keenly. And you'll never forget that line: And so, the musician and the writer produced a mute bassist. Its insulting in a way. The world can be cruel if you don't fit in. It can also fit in the palm of your hands if you try to measure the good that the world can give you. Love is the only good it gives, and its yours to keep now.
Rain
"We don't need the world, Takashi. It'll be just you and me."
You love the rain. Its when the tears of the skies drown everything. You can't and won't hear anything else but the melodious cries and moans. You only lend your abused ears to the regretful tears and thunders. Before, whenever it rains you remember him. Him who you left in Tokyo. Him who stood up for you. Him who you love. And so, as a result, you cry with the rain. You care so you cry. You cry because you're hurt. Caring hurts. Stop it, Saga! He's happy in Tokyo. Be happy! One day, you decide to take your dog on a walk, then in rains unexpectedly. You rush to the nearest waiting shed with Chiko's leash in hand. Once you're in shelter, you realize that you're not alone. There's a man, drenched and dark. You offer him your handkerchief. He holds out his hand to take it, but he took more. He kisses you and whispers sweet words to you. You're in shock. Little did you know that he was the childhood figure you left in Tokyo. Shinji.
Time
"I know, I know. We don't need to go now. I just need to know that your still with me. I missed you. I don't want to miss anymore of you or me. So, please?"
Twenty-seven year of silence is deafening. You've been hearing the same things over and over again. They're all the same, even if its different. Yes, it is confusing. Not being able to say anything to the world is confusing. You get lost more easier, bleed more often and hurt most of the time. Everything is just full of noises that had been playing since the day you were born and would not stop until time stops. What's worst is that time stops whenever you fall to the trance of slavery of your tongue and vocal cord's inability. And time goes by slowly when you wait, and all you do is wait. You wait for time to end. You wait for time itself. You also used wait for him. And when you found him, it flew so fast it made your head spin and words written more faster, deeper and more openly. Time came and went so fast that you feel like its gonna run out soon. Before, you wish it would stop, but now your afraid that it would. But since the gods are on your said, Cronus' creation didn't become insufficient. Now, time will be the one who'll tie you and the prince forever.
Shinji Amano
"Yes! Thank you! I love you! Now then, will you marry me? If not now, then just a sure me that you will.
It's ineffable. The words run from here to a point of no return. If he's around, you don't need anything else. He is your voice, your ears, your soul your heart, your everything. He is the one that holds the key to your heart; the reason you produce a smile even when it hurts the most. He is love, hope, faith, words, music, rain, time, tomorrow and forever. He is Shinji. And because he is love, the only good that can be extracted from the world, therefore he is yours and you are his.
------------------
a.n//
* -----> I don't know who's Saga chi's parents are~ so I just made up names. xD
>:)) I don't know why but I like to write... I don't want to write disabled but yes. I like to write disabled characters who find hope in love. <-------- random thought. xD
anyway, this is made for: torashinsaga, who practically wrangled me when i told her that i don't want to write the fic anymore because of our trigonometry class. xD and to justgotlost, who said kind words when i needed them the most.
Comments are greatly loved here!! seriously.