[KinKi Fic] A Hundred Years
Timeline fic, i.e. what turns out when I feel like playing with words but have no plot whatsoever to write of. =X Title is obviously yanked from Five For Fighting's song.
Disclaimer: This is fictional, and based more on general impression than historical evidence.
Pairing: KinKi Kids
Genre: Introspective, poetry-ish, fragmented-ish (sorry for the invented words..)
Rating: G
Summary: Interpretative bits of KinKi Kids 1994--2009.
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A Hundred Years
At eighteen, the world is a vast uncharted land.
Tsuyoshi relishes the moment cementing their six-years-and-[counting].
Kouichi braces himself for higher expectation to follow.
The road is set, and it is for two.
At fifteen, the heart is a curious untamed demon.
Tsuyoshi turns, feeling [the] stare.
Kouichi looks away instantly.
They remain quiet until the next scene is called.
At twenty-one, life is a moody irresponsible prick.
Tsuyoshi tires of ambiguous intimacy.
Kouichi works harder, if only in the guileless [ways] he knows.
It is after all impossible to solve a problem they do not talk about.
At twenty-three, silence is a cunning intractable poison.
Tsuyoshi keeps notorious distance, so as to not hurt nor get hurt.
Kouichi acts heartless, to not lead on nor be let down.
They learn [to] sync without communication.
At twenty-nine, time is a gentle undeniable catalyst.
Tsuyoshi tells inside jokes, having fun regardless if more than two will laugh.
Kouichi listens to concerns subtle in the public chiding.
Forever is a big word, but calendar years hardly measure the whole journey to [where] they stand.
At twenty-seven, trust is an earned unspoken exchange.
Tsuyoshi gives up trying to improve that "abnormal common sense".
Kouichi perfects his "happily ignorant" grin.
Not many other gestures, he thinks, can safely articulate I need [you].
At thirty, love is a slowly unraveling mystery.
Kouichi claims unpopularity, indulges in self-acclaimed 'family'.
Tsuyoshi flaunts the extent of boldness they [are] amicable enough to pull off.
The road is made by walking, and every step is home.
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Disclaimer: This is fictional, and based more on general impression than historical evidence.
Pairing: KinKi Kids
Genre: Introspective, poetry-ish, fragmented-ish (sorry for the invented words..)
Rating: G
Summary: Interpretative bits of KinKi Kids 1994--2009.
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A Hundred Years
At eighteen, the world is a vast uncharted land.
Tsuyoshi relishes the moment cementing their six-years-and-[counting].
Kouichi braces himself for higher expectation to follow.
The road is set, and it is for two.
At fifteen, the heart is a curious untamed demon.
Tsuyoshi turns, feeling [the] stare.
Kouichi looks away instantly.
They remain quiet until the next scene is called.
At twenty-one, life is a moody irresponsible prick.
Tsuyoshi tires of ambiguous intimacy.
Kouichi works harder, if only in the guileless [ways] he knows.
It is after all impossible to solve a problem they do not talk about.
At twenty-three, silence is a cunning intractable poison.
Tsuyoshi keeps notorious distance, so as to not hurt nor get hurt.
Kouichi acts heartless, to not lead on nor be let down.
They learn [to] sync without communication.
At twenty-nine, time is a gentle undeniable catalyst.
Tsuyoshi tells inside jokes, having fun regardless if more than two will laugh.
Kouichi listens to concerns subtle in the public chiding.
Forever is a big word, but calendar years hardly measure the whole journey to [where] they stand.
At twenty-seven, trust is an earned unspoken exchange.
Tsuyoshi gives up trying to improve that "abnormal common sense".
Kouichi perfects his "happily ignorant" grin.
Not many other gestures, he thinks, can safely articulate I need [you].
At thirty, love is a slowly unraveling mystery.
Kouichi claims unpopularity, indulges in self-acclaimed 'family'.
Tsuyoshi flaunts the extent of boldness they [are] amicable enough to pull off.
The road is made by walking, and every step is home.
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