[chap.] Grey Days (HinaYasu)
Title : Grey Days (Grey Series : part. 1)
Pairing : Hina/Shota. the world needs more HinaYasu
Rating : PG-13. so innocent lol.
Genre : Romance / fluff.
NB : This was written because Kazu was totally bugging me for some HinaYasu fics, and as I love them together more than I would admit... Here we go. It's the first part of a 2-parts story. It may also have a third one, but IDK. Unbeta'ed, of course.
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The ryokan’s rooms are all opening to a little garden, in the very typical Japanese way, but most of the windows are closed. The tourists are gone in town, and the other residents are certainly working at this hour of the afternoon.
Shota inhales deeply and watches the sky. It’s grey, full of dark clouds, but in the same time the sun comes out from a point somewhere, making the overall ambiance very weird. A soft breeze blows sometimes, cold but welcome, and birds are chirping from somewhere away.
Sitting on the wooden steps, the boy looks at every little detail, every move of the trees, every flower, every color, before forgetting all and watching them all over again. He feels peaceful, at ease, far from work and troubles and stress. He’s just enjoying a normal day.
The weather could make him feel gloomy, but instead it inspires him, little pieces of lyrics going through his mind, disappearing and reappearing slowly, changing, mixing, switching, until he tries to memorize them and ends up writing them quickly on his notepad. The sounds are also giving him a rhythm, then another, the two melting and creating another one before stopping and coming again with yet another soft rhythm. Shota writes it down, too.
But the calm melody of nature is interrupted by a knock on his room’s door, and someone comes him, steps steady and regular on the tatami and then on the wooden floor behind him. He doesn’t have to turn around to know that it’s Hina; he knows his way of walking and his way of breathing; he also knows that the others are not done with work yet, while he and Hina are done since early this morning.
- Composing?
Shota finally turns, not really looking at the tall man but his eyes are on him. His mind registers a plaid shirt and dark blue jeans, before he turns again to face the garden.
- Kind of. I’m mostly relaxing.
- Can I sit?
- Of course.
The younger one thinks that it’s weird for Hina to ask such a thing; usually he would have sat down by himself and talked about random things, but, somehow, he doesn’t say a word. Shota knows that he’s watching the garden too, surely trying to relax - because Shingo, even if he’s never really stressed, never is really calm either. He stands somewhere between both notions, active enough for three persons but also taking his time and enjoying everything. Shota wishes everybody could be like that.
- How about we go out tonight? I treat you. Italian food.
Shota chuckles, thinking that his friend already knows the answer - it’s an old game they play, Shingo always trying to get him for dinner, and Shota making all his best to never end up alone with him. Last time, he invited Ohkura; the time before, it was Maru coming with them. Shota wonders how he’s going to do it this time.
- I don’t know, Subaru wanted us to go to a rock bar downtown…
He can hear the wheels in Shingo’s brain working, and their knees bump together as the sky turns slightly brighter for a moment.
- Well, he can come; it’s been a while since I’ve had dinner with him too.
Shota nods, then sighs. He won again, this time easily. Very easily. Too easily.
- You’re already giving up?
He asks, because there’s a twinge of disappointment in him - he likes it when Hina starts arguing and finding incredible excuses for them both to spend an evening alone. It makes Shota feels important and wanted, somehow, and also it’s nice because he likes the way his friend’s eyes sparkle when he thinks hard and tries his hardest to get out of a situation.
- I’ve decided that I wouldn’t force you anymore. If you don’t want me then there’s nothing I can do.
Shota pouts, wondering what the hell was that. He wonders also if Hina took the game too seriously, or if there’s something more hidden behind their games - or maybe he’s imagining things and Shingo might be simply tired or running after him that way.
A stronger gush of wind makes them both shiver, and Shota sighs.
- Too bad, it was fun.
- Fun?
Shingo turns and glares, and even without facing him Shota knows that look perfectly - it’s the ‘hurt’ kind of glare, the one Hina doesn’t put on often. He also knows that a monologue is coming his way, and he waits for it patiently.
- You find that fun? I’m trying so hard for you to see that I’m not a monster, I’m always willing to have a friendly and happy relationship with you, and yet you push me away! I’m the one crawling on the floor, while you have fun! I don’t even know what to do anymore!
There’s a little something that sounds like sadness in those words, and Shota realizes that indeed he missed a hint in this story. There’s obviously something more than a ‘catch me if you can’ game in Shingo’s mind, and the guitarist wonders since when - he didn’t see it coming at all, and he feels bad for that. Bad, and curious. There’s the sound of a truck passing in the faraway as Shota tries to find the right words.
- I’m sorry, I didn’t see it this way. I thought that it was just-
- A game.
- Yeah. A game…
There are words now twirling in his mind, creating lyrics by themselves, and Shota wonders if he’s going to write a song about a game turning into something more, or if the song will be about friends not understanding each other. Maybe a bit of both.
Shingo shakes his head as the sky turns a bit darker again, and gets up.
- Well, I suppose there’s no point in me staying here…
Shota doesn’t know why he does it, but he still reaches out for Hina’s wrist and holds it firmly.
- Stay, please.
The wind blows a little stronger, and they remain like that for a moment that seems to last eternally for Shota - but as he starts to shiver, Shingo sits back where he was, only a bit closer. He stays silent, and their eyes are stuck on the garden; the coldness is more insistent by now, and a single drop of water falls on the last wooden step.
Shingo takes his hand in his own when another one falls on the same step. Shota closes briefly his eyes, relishing the warmth coming from his friend’s palm against his own. He thinks about how it would feel to be held by Hina, how warm it could be, but this idea doesn’t linger; instead, it swirls and moves and changes, more lyrics coming to his mind. Yeah, this song will be about needed affection, surely.
- I wonder if it’s finally going to rain, Shingo says softly.
They watches as a few leaves fly, before falling in the pond, and Shota looks down at the step, waiting for another raindrop to fall. The sky turns a bit more black, and a bird chirp shrilly somewhere in front of them - Shota can’t seem to localize it.
- I think, he finally says, that I don’t want to go to the rock bar.
He wants rain to start dripping from the clouds, because he’d have a good excuse to get closer to Shingo, but nothing comes from the sky except more bits of wind.
- What do you want to do then?
There’s something in Shingo’s voice that Shota recognizes as surprise, but also a bit of relief, and maybe, but he’s not sure about this, a hidden promise of doing whatever Shota wants, as long as the plan includes him too.
Another drop finally lands on the steps, and another. Shota is about to flail from anticipation, and he doesn’t really know if it’s for the rain or for his friend.
- I’m not in the mood for Italian either, but I guess I’d like to spend the evening here. Rolled in a blanket and watching the rain. If rain happens, of course.
- Composing maybe?
- And writing. I have a lot of things to write about.
Hina lets out a soft laugh, and Shota instinctively leans closer.
- I guess I’ll stay here too then. Would you like some company?
Shota links their fingers together, and he’s sure he felt Shingo shiver a bit - but there’s no wind at that precise moment.
- Yeah. I think I’d really like that. In case I get cold or something.
Shingo nods.
- I’ll be there then.
Shota smiles.
- You’ve always been.
TBC...
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Damn, I love that fic! ♥
Pairing : Hina/Shota. the world needs more HinaYasu
Rating : PG-13. so innocent lol.
Genre : Romance / fluff.
NB : This was written because Kazu was totally bugging me for some HinaYasu fics, and as I love them together more than I would admit... Here we go. It's the first part of a 2-parts story. It may also have a third one, but IDK. Unbeta'ed, of course.
******
The ryokan’s rooms are all opening to a little garden, in the very typical Japanese way, but most of the windows are closed. The tourists are gone in town, and the other residents are certainly working at this hour of the afternoon.
Shota inhales deeply and watches the sky. It’s grey, full of dark clouds, but in the same time the sun comes out from a point somewhere, making the overall ambiance very weird. A soft breeze blows sometimes, cold but welcome, and birds are chirping from somewhere away.
Sitting on the wooden steps, the boy looks at every little detail, every move of the trees, every flower, every color, before forgetting all and watching them all over again. He feels peaceful, at ease, far from work and troubles and stress. He’s just enjoying a normal day.
The weather could make him feel gloomy, but instead it inspires him, little pieces of lyrics going through his mind, disappearing and reappearing slowly, changing, mixing, switching, until he tries to memorize them and ends up writing them quickly on his notepad. The sounds are also giving him a rhythm, then another, the two melting and creating another one before stopping and coming again with yet another soft rhythm. Shota writes it down, too.
But the calm melody of nature is interrupted by a knock on his room’s door, and someone comes him, steps steady and regular on the tatami and then on the wooden floor behind him. He doesn’t have to turn around to know that it’s Hina; he knows his way of walking and his way of breathing; he also knows that the others are not done with work yet, while he and Hina are done since early this morning.
- Composing?
Shota finally turns, not really looking at the tall man but his eyes are on him. His mind registers a plaid shirt and dark blue jeans, before he turns again to face the garden.
- Kind of. I’m mostly relaxing.
- Can I sit?
- Of course.
The younger one thinks that it’s weird for Hina to ask such a thing; usually he would have sat down by himself and talked about random things, but, somehow, he doesn’t say a word. Shota knows that he’s watching the garden too, surely trying to relax - because Shingo, even if he’s never really stressed, never is really calm either. He stands somewhere between both notions, active enough for three persons but also taking his time and enjoying everything. Shota wishes everybody could be like that.
- How about we go out tonight? I treat you. Italian food.
Shota chuckles, thinking that his friend already knows the answer - it’s an old game they play, Shingo always trying to get him for dinner, and Shota making all his best to never end up alone with him. Last time, he invited Ohkura; the time before, it was Maru coming with them. Shota wonders how he’s going to do it this time.
- I don’t know, Subaru wanted us to go to a rock bar downtown…
He can hear the wheels in Shingo’s brain working, and their knees bump together as the sky turns slightly brighter for a moment.
- Well, he can come; it’s been a while since I’ve had dinner with him too.
Shota nods, then sighs. He won again, this time easily. Very easily. Too easily.
- You’re already giving up?
He asks, because there’s a twinge of disappointment in him - he likes it when Hina starts arguing and finding incredible excuses for them both to spend an evening alone. It makes Shota feels important and wanted, somehow, and also it’s nice because he likes the way his friend’s eyes sparkle when he thinks hard and tries his hardest to get out of a situation.
- I’ve decided that I wouldn’t force you anymore. If you don’t want me then there’s nothing I can do.
Shota pouts, wondering what the hell was that. He wonders also if Hina took the game too seriously, or if there’s something more hidden behind their games - or maybe he’s imagining things and Shingo might be simply tired or running after him that way.
A stronger gush of wind makes them both shiver, and Shota sighs.
- Too bad, it was fun.
- Fun?
Shingo turns and glares, and even without facing him Shota knows that look perfectly - it’s the ‘hurt’ kind of glare, the one Hina doesn’t put on often. He also knows that a monologue is coming his way, and he waits for it patiently.
- You find that fun? I’m trying so hard for you to see that I’m not a monster, I’m always willing to have a friendly and happy relationship with you, and yet you push me away! I’m the one crawling on the floor, while you have fun! I don’t even know what to do anymore!
There’s a little something that sounds like sadness in those words, and Shota realizes that indeed he missed a hint in this story. There’s obviously something more than a ‘catch me if you can’ game in Shingo’s mind, and the guitarist wonders since when - he didn’t see it coming at all, and he feels bad for that. Bad, and curious. There’s the sound of a truck passing in the faraway as Shota tries to find the right words.
- I’m sorry, I didn’t see it this way. I thought that it was just-
- A game.
- Yeah. A game…
There are words now twirling in his mind, creating lyrics by themselves, and Shota wonders if he’s going to write a song about a game turning into something more, or if the song will be about friends not understanding each other. Maybe a bit of both.
Shingo shakes his head as the sky turns a bit darker again, and gets up.
- Well, I suppose there’s no point in me staying here…
Shota doesn’t know why he does it, but he still reaches out for Hina’s wrist and holds it firmly.
- Stay, please.
The wind blows a little stronger, and they remain like that for a moment that seems to last eternally for Shota - but as he starts to shiver, Shingo sits back where he was, only a bit closer. He stays silent, and their eyes are stuck on the garden; the coldness is more insistent by now, and a single drop of water falls on the last wooden step.
Shingo takes his hand in his own when another one falls on the same step. Shota closes briefly his eyes, relishing the warmth coming from his friend’s palm against his own. He thinks about how it would feel to be held by Hina, how warm it could be, but this idea doesn’t linger; instead, it swirls and moves and changes, more lyrics coming to his mind. Yeah, this song will be about needed affection, surely.
- I wonder if it’s finally going to rain, Shingo says softly.
They watches as a few leaves fly, before falling in the pond, and Shota looks down at the step, waiting for another raindrop to fall. The sky turns a bit more black, and a bird chirp shrilly somewhere in front of them - Shota can’t seem to localize it.
- I think, he finally says, that I don’t want to go to the rock bar.
He wants rain to start dripping from the clouds, because he’d have a good excuse to get closer to Shingo, but nothing comes from the sky except more bits of wind.
- What do you want to do then?
There’s something in Shingo’s voice that Shota recognizes as surprise, but also a bit of relief, and maybe, but he’s not sure about this, a hidden promise of doing whatever Shota wants, as long as the plan includes him too.
Another drop finally lands on the steps, and another. Shota is about to flail from anticipation, and he doesn’t really know if it’s for the rain or for his friend.
- I’m not in the mood for Italian either, but I guess I’d like to spend the evening here. Rolled in a blanket and watching the rain. If rain happens, of course.
- Composing maybe?
- And writing. I have a lot of things to write about.
Hina lets out a soft laugh, and Shota instinctively leans closer.
- I guess I’ll stay here too then. Would you like some company?
Shota links their fingers together, and he’s sure he felt Shingo shiver a bit - but there’s no wind at that precise moment.
- Yeah. I think I’d really like that. In case I get cold or something.
Shingo nods.
- I’ll be there then.
Shota smiles.
- You’ve always been.
TBC...
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Damn, I love that fic! ♥