Fanfic of Natsu and Yukiya
Translated my old fanfic of Natsu&Yukiya from Bandage for Harle. If you accidentally read it and wanna say something, your comments are super welcome, and...any correction in English is super welcome too...*wipe off sweat drops*
part 1
Natsu woke up when the window reflects the first blush of dawn. He touched his face and it was all soaked in tears. He tried his best to remember what he dreamt but found nothing. Staring blankly into the ceiling shimmering in the dark, Natsu could no longer sleep.
Although Natsu had moved for many times, he always preferred to living in the busy area. Every time when he opens the window, the overwhelming noise breaks in and shovels every corner of the room. This way Natsu can feel the breath of people living around and the vibe of the city. This way he wouldn't feel lonely.
“Had a nightmare?” the one who slept beside him sit up and asked.
“Yea…”
“What were you dreaming?”
Reached out to Natsu’s wet cheeks, Yukiya drew himself closer to Natsu, so close that his long hair caressed Natsu’s collarbone.
Natsu suddenly grabbed Yukiya’s hair which was slightly moisten due to the morning dew and their lips closed in on one another.
Yukiya likes kissing Natsu’s lips, not in a sexual way but more for the closeness and intimacy he can get through kissing him, as if it’s a special language used only between them. Natsu also likes it because he can feel himself be surrounded by warmth. Sometimes they don't even get up right after they're awake. They stay in bed, talking randomly and kissing from time to time.
“Asako came in yesterday.” Yukiya finally left Natsu’s lips. Falling beside Natsu’s cheeks, his long black hair was a little messed up by Natsu’s fingers.
Natsu blinked. He did see a familiar figure in a corner away from the crowd. The venue was so dark that he didn’t recognize her at once until he checked for a few times.
How many years have passed ever since the last time he saw her?
LANDS went to drink after the concert but Natsu got drunk so fast that Yukiya had to take him home to sleep. That probably explained why he woke up so early. All he remembered was how Kenji threw a gift into the air and caught it with big joy. He couldn't even recall if Arumi went or not.
“You were looking for her before we went to drink…”Yukiya’s voice rose from the silence and put a full stop on Natsu’s messed-up memory. Unlike Natsu who tends to mumble his words a lot, Yukiya has something so clear and assuring in his voice which can’t be easily neglected. It’s the same as the way he looks at people.
For Natsu, the first impression of Yukiya was no more than a ghost in leather. Bending his head low all the time and having an uninterested expression on his face, the only thing he reacted to was the Music. Now Natsu knows Yukiya can cry can laugh can also get angry. Like everyone, he shudders when he catches a cold. He was born in a normal family with two sisters and one brother. But no one, except Natsu, knows how tender Yukiya can be as a lover.
“I did, but she left already.”Even if he did meet her again, would anything be different? Natsu doesn’t know the answer.
Through Yukiya’s long hair, Natsu looked into the plain ceiling. Quietly, all the old memories gathered together and weaved into a huge spider web in an invisible space linking together both the past and the present.
Seeing her again, while singing on the stage, reminded him of the days he almost drawn himself in that ditch called desperation…
A deep sorrow started to grow inside him, Natsu turned his face to the windows and closed his eyes. Yukiya lay down with a sigh and clutched Natsu’s shoulder tightly.
part 1
Natsu woke up when the window reflects the first blush of dawn. He touched his face and it was all soaked in tears. He tried his best to remember what he dreamt but found nothing. Staring blankly into the ceiling shimmering in the dark, Natsu could no longer sleep.
Although Natsu had moved for many times, he always preferred to living in the busy area. Every time when he opens the window, the overwhelming noise breaks in and shovels every corner of the room. This way Natsu can feel the breath of people living around and the vibe of the city. This way he wouldn't feel lonely.
“Had a nightmare?” the one who slept beside him sit up and asked.
“Yea…”
“What were you dreaming?”
Reached out to Natsu’s wet cheeks, Yukiya drew himself closer to Natsu, so close that his long hair caressed Natsu’s collarbone.
Natsu suddenly grabbed Yukiya’s hair which was slightly moisten due to the morning dew and their lips closed in on one another.
Yukiya likes kissing Natsu’s lips, not in a sexual way but more for the closeness and intimacy he can get through kissing him, as if it’s a special language used only between them. Natsu also likes it because he can feel himself be surrounded by warmth. Sometimes they don't even get up right after they're awake. They stay in bed, talking randomly and kissing from time to time.
“Asako came in yesterday.” Yukiya finally left Natsu’s lips. Falling beside Natsu’s cheeks, his long black hair was a little messed up by Natsu’s fingers.
Natsu blinked. He did see a familiar figure in a corner away from the crowd. The venue was so dark that he didn’t recognize her at once until he checked for a few times.
How many years have passed ever since the last time he saw her?
LANDS went to drink after the concert but Natsu got drunk so fast that Yukiya had to take him home to sleep. That probably explained why he woke up so early. All he remembered was how Kenji threw a gift into the air and caught it with big joy. He couldn't even recall if Arumi went or not.
“You were looking for her before we went to drink…”Yukiya’s voice rose from the silence and put a full stop on Natsu’s messed-up memory. Unlike Natsu who tends to mumble his words a lot, Yukiya has something so clear and assuring in his voice which can’t be easily neglected. It’s the same as the way he looks at people.
For Natsu, the first impression of Yukiya was no more than a ghost in leather. Bending his head low all the time and having an uninterested expression on his face, the only thing he reacted to was the Music. Now Natsu knows Yukiya can cry can laugh can also get angry. Like everyone, he shudders when he catches a cold. He was born in a normal family with two sisters and one brother. But no one, except Natsu, knows how tender Yukiya can be as a lover.
“I did, but she left already.”Even if he did meet her again, would anything be different? Natsu doesn’t know the answer.
Through Yukiya’s long hair, Natsu looked into the plain ceiling. Quietly, all the old memories gathered together and weaved into a huge spider web in an invisible space linking together both the past and the present.
Seeing her again, while singing on the stage, reminded him of the days he almost drawn himself in that ditch called desperation…
A deep sorrow started to grow inside him, Natsu turned his face to the windows and closed his eyes. Yukiya lay down with a sigh and clutched Natsu’s shoulder tightly.