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Title: Memories in Time
Author:
xlostheavenx
Genre: OS, fluff
Ratings: PG16
Bands: Dir en grey
Pairings: KyoxToshiya
Synopsis: The last time we were there together it was just the beginning of spring. It was still early in the season, but it was warm and I decided to drag him out for a walk. Of course he didn’t mind.
Comments: Toshiya POV, it’s the first time I wrote anything in his POV, so I hope its ok…it’s inspired off a trip that me and my koi took to a place in our city called The Forks...
Memories in Time
Some of the fondest memories I have of him are the ones that took place at the Parting. The Parting was near our apartment, where two rivers met, and then separated again. There were walkways, a few shops and boutiques, along with several restaurants and cafés. It was there where we went on our first ‘sort of date’ date.
The last time we were there together it was just the beginning of spring. It was still early in the season, but it was warm and I decided to drag him out for a walk. Of course he didn’t mind.
He had promised to take me ice-skating that winter, but for some reason we had never gone. I reminded him of that as he parked the car. He smiled softly and apologized for the hundredth time. The truth was I never really cared about what we did as along as I was with him.
We headed down towards the river; on the way we passed the paved circle that was used for dancing in the summer and skating in the winter. They were playing some sappy pop love songs. The ice was taped off because it was melting.
During the past few months he had followed me out onto it and would wait patiently in the middle underneath the disco ball until I stopped sliding around and went to him. Then he would get up on his toes and kiss me.
There were 28 steps, in groups of 7, leading down to the walkway by the river. I raced down them and he followed behind me, taking his time. I met him at the bottom, he smiled at my and I led him down the path. The path was gravel and I watched as he carefully made his way around the puddles that were formed. I think it was harder for him than it was for me; after all I’m a lot taller then him.
We passed under a walking bridge, the melting snow made small waterfalls of droplets that sparkled in the sun. I laughed and pointed at them, he just paused slightly before looking up at them, the prisms of light reflected off his dark eyes. He went to try to go without getting wet, but a few droplets landed on his face. He looked up surprised, and I giggled and ran ahead.
I always ended up ahead of him when we’d go out for walks. I would run ahead, enjoying just being free and he would take him time. He would look around, I suppose he saw everything differently then I did. He could always find beauty in things that others found disturbing or ugly.
The river was still covered in snow, as well as the rocks leading down to it. So after walking a bit, I decided it was time to head back up the riverbank. There was this stone ramp-like thing that you could walk back up. At the foot of it touching the gravel it was all muddy and wet. I decided it would be fun to climb up on of the stone walls, he chose to brave the puddle. He took his time, making sure that he didn’t fall or get his shoes too dirty, though they did get a little wet.
He smiled as he walked up the slight incline and faced me. I was sitting on top of the wall maybe ten or fifteen feet from the bottom of the ramp. He then turned and continued to walk. For the first time I let him walk ahead.
His hands were shoved into his pockets; I later learned that he forgot his gloves. His black coat stood out against the white that was all around us, as if making sure nature knew that he was not pure, that he was one of a kind. His black and blond hair blew in the wind, and sunglasses hid his dark brown eyes.
Behind him, his shoes were leaving lighter and light marks on the pavement, as though he was slowly disappearing. He looked around him and I quickly jumped down from the ledge and caught up with him.
At the top of the ramp, the paths were covered in an orangey brownish red gravel. Its colour changed when it was wet or dry. I never could find the right words to describe it, I’m sure he probably could though. There were even bigger puddles on this path and I picked up some snow as I walked close to a snow bank to avoid one.
He ducked and moved away since I usually throw snow at him, but instead I was aiming for some of the large stones that make up some other circular area. I think they have some historical meaning; I think he explained the story to me once, but like so many other things, I can’t seem to recall it exactly.
We continued our way back towards the shops and about half way there, there was an ice path crossing. He took my hand and helped me across it, making sure neither of us slipped. Once we were across, I skipped away to go look at some sculptures of animals. He smiled and laughed, and continued on his way.
I raced in front of him and down the 2 groups of 4 steps that led back into the middle of the buildings, away from the forest and river. I turned and watched him as he followed me down.
He was walking down using the opposite feet that I had so that our wet footprints would make it appeared that someone had just jumped down the steps. It looked a little strange since my feet were bigger then his, but I blushed at the gesture.
He followed me into the shops. We walked through the small café where he had bought me hot chocolate on our first outing. I dragged him through a few shops, laughing at some of the clothes and the small gift items. He would look thoughtfully through the stores and point out things that he thought I’d like.
He would always do that for me. Point out things he thought I would find beautiful and would like. Not just in shops, but sometimes if he was out on the balcony at sunset he would come in and pull me out. Or when the moon was full and you could see it above the tall city buildings he would wake me up at two or three in the morning just so I could see it. He had even driven me hours away from the city just to show me the stars.
I don’t think either of us bought anything, and all too soon we were ready to leave. He held my hand as we made out way to the car. He unlocked and opened my door for me. I leaned down and kissed him.
“I love you, Kyo,” I said and he blushed slightly as he brushed my windblown hair from my face.
“I love you too, Toshiya.” He moved around to his side of the car and I got in.
We drove away back to our home.
Now I look back longingly at that time and wish that I could relive those simple moments again and again. Those times when nothing mattered, back when everything was beautiful and we were perfectly happy just being where we were.
Notes:
If you’re interested in the place described, The Forks (I changed the name for the fic and as well as some of the details) There’s some pictures on that site if you want a better idea of where they ‘were’ you can find it here…
http://www.theforks.com/forks