Psycho le Cemu - Lida/Daishi - Prayer - 1/1
Title: Prayer
Author: shuichin or Shuichi
Theme: #38 Separation
Genre: Angst/Romance
Band: Psycho le Cemu
Pairings: Lida x Daishi
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Angst, language, alcohol
Summary: Daishi is tired of praying for his Christmas wishes to come true.
Notes: I was going to write an entirely ridiculously fluffy LxD fic for Christmas this year, but first I decided to look up the translation of their Christmas song, 祈り (inori or "prayer"). Needless to say, I thought the lyrics so perfectly fit Lida and Daishi that I had to make it sort of a bittersweet oneshot instead...
Prayer
Somehow I’ve become lonely…
Daishi walked quietly down a cold, snow-laden street. It was Christmas Eve, but he didn’t want to spend it at a depressing apartment by himself. He was shivering from the frigid temperature, the snow kissing his skin softly, but still he didn’t want to return home. He used to have more to live for, he used to have a lover. He breathed in deeply and coughed when the chilly air was sucked into his lungs; his breath came out a white mist-mist that reminded him of Lida, who had always saw fit to smoke… Daishi felt he would even be okay with the other man smoking if only they could be together.
He sighed, this time ignoring the white crystals that left his mouth. He couldn’t think like that, not so close to Christmas. He’d had so many happy Christmases, though, so much to laugh about, to be grateful for. He had to pretend he couldn’t see the lovers that cuddled together as they walked. He had to stop listening when he heard the laughter of happy children who still believed in such things as Santa Clause and Christmas miracles.
He knew that Christmas was a time of love and forgiveness, but even so he had grown cynical. Lida had always been the person who made him believe mankind wasn’t evil, because growing up in a family like his often made him doubt there was any good in human beings. Lida’s departure meant a lack of faith in anything worthwhile, though.
He finally reached a mood-appropriate destination and went inside. The bar was dark and quiet, filled with people like him-people who had stopped believing in the magic of Christmas, who tried to pretend the holiday wasn’t important to them anymore. Daishi almost hated that he’d become someone like that, but he couldn’t help himself. No one should have to spend a holiday like Christmas all alone…
He sat at the bar and ordered a shot of bourbon. Even if it wasn’t the wisest decision, he planned to drink as much as he could until he didn’t know his own name or where he was from…until the memories of his past faded from his mind completely.
He pretended he didn’t see the woman who sat down beside him, but was greatly annoyed with her when she decided to talk to him. "Merry Christmas," she said softly, giving him a small smile.
He didn’t bother smiling back, just took his drink from the bartender and said stiffly, "No thanks," before downing the shot and asking for another.
He pretended he didn’t know she was eyeing him curiously. She should be able to get the picture that he didn’t want to talk to anyone… But she still said, "What’s troubling you?"
Daishi had never gotten on well with women and he was greatly irritated at this woman for bothering him when he was already so upset. He cast her a glare. "Nothing, just leave me alone," he snapped.
He was only a little sorry, and any feeling of regret vanished completely when she didn’t heed his words. "It’s that bad, eh?" She sighed. "I certainly know how you feel. This Christmas is a hard time of the year for me. I have to make myself enjoy it, you know?"
He certainly didn’t know since he wasn’t even doing that. He sighed and looked over at her. "Look, I appreciate your effort to give me some kind of social interaction on Christmas Eve, but I really don’t want to talk about it. Anyway, I’m sure you can’t really understand how I’m feeling."
He knew he shouldn’t have added the last sentence, especially when she saw fit to say, "Are you sure about that? Tell me what’s happened to make this Christmas so bad for you."
He fought with himself for a moment, then decided to go ahead and tell her, if only to prove to her that she really couldn’t understand…because nobody could. "I’m in love," he choked out, accepting another drink from the bartender and staring into its dark depths. "We…we’ve been separated, though. I don’t think we’ll ever be together again…it’s been more than half a year already and you know how people can be…stubborn and bitter."
He felt tears stinging his eyes and quickly brought the glass up to down another shot. "Another round, bartender," he choked out.
The bartender gave him a nod so he looked back at the woman and continued. "And I’m plagued with memories. Last Christmas we were still together, though things were already starting to fall apart back then. The Christmas before that we were both drunk, but I still remember the warm feelings…the presents…"
She nodded, her brow furrowed. "Yes…it’s hard to go on without someone. M-my husband…he had cancer for a year and a half." She took a deep, shaky breath before going on. "Last Christmas was our last Christmas and even then…he was so weak from the chemotherapy and all the medication…" She paused to take a drink of her beer.
The arrogance left Daishi and he shuddered, overcome with morose feelings for both himself and the female stranger that he would never have given a damn about. "I’m so sorry," he whispered. "That’s…much worse than what I had to go through." It was the truth, and he felt like an asshole for thinking his problems were so much bigger than hers.
She laughed slightly and ran a hand through long, tangled hair. "It’s all right, you’re struggling, too… The worst of it is I don’t think he would approve of me spending Christmas Eve drinking. I think he would want me to go to parties, to have fun with friends… I just feel so lonely I almost can’t stand it."
Daishi swallowed. He knew that feeling-when loneliness was so real, so strongly felt that it was tangible. "I understand."
Another drink was set before him and he glared down at it through a sheen of tears, wondering to himself if Lida was as lonely as he was, if he, too, was downing alcohol to banish that loneliness.
He nearly jumped out of his skin when he felt a gentle hand on his arm. He turned to look at the woman, remembering once again how uncomfortable he felt around females. She gave him a sad smile. "You’re lucky, though. If he’s alive then you can always go to him, you can try to reconcile with him. Christmas is not the time to be stubborn and bitter."
He looked back down at his drink, wishing she would take her hand off him, praying there was a chance of reconciliation with Lida. He thought to himself that all he had been doing for the last several months was praying…
If it’s possible to have love, I pray that we can meet on this lonely night.
* * * * *
The lights from the Christmas tree twinkled brightly, reflected in the drink in Lida’s hands as he sat in the dark living room. He still didn’t know why he put it up…it simply reminded him of his previous life, his previous love. He stared underneath it where there were no presents. His Christmas gift was apparently to be a broken heart, a prayer for a better time. He could still remember when they were little, when Daishi still believed in Santa Clause. He’d been devastated to find out the Christmas legend wasn’t real…after all, he didn’t have the faith in his parents he had in old St. Nick.
"But I was always there," Lida murmured to himself.
He convinced Daishi that Santa really was real, no matter what other people said. Daishi would always believe him; it was a lot later that he finally figured the truth out for himself.
Even when they were older they used to feel like children on Christmas. As teenagers they went sledding, raced each other and tried to break their old speed records. As young adults they had kissed under the mistletoe for the first time, a tradition they tried to repeat every year afterward. When they were even older they would curl up on the couch and watch a Christmas movie with hot chocolate, sometimes they would do even more than that…
He sighed and took a deep chug of his beverage. He knew drinking wasn’t the alternative…as a matter of fact, Yura had invited him to a Christmas party, but he declined, said he wasn’t feeling good. He just didn’t want to be around cheerful people, was afraid he might run into Daishi there. So instead he wallowed in the misery he’d brought upon himself, drinking to feel a faint buzz that would hopefully fill him with false Christmas cheer.
A knock at the door brought him out of his thoughts and he figured it was one of his friends trying to coax him into going to one of their parties. At first he planned to ignore it, but the longer whoever it was kept knocking the more depressed he was able to feel sitting by himself in his living room with a cup of beer in hand. Finally he stood with a sigh and set the glass on the kitchen table before he went to answer the door.
When he opened it he had to suppress a gasp. Daishi stood in front of him, looking as breath-taking as he always had. He was wearing a long, dark brown coat and black gloves were on his hands, a matching scarf hugging his neck. His cheeks and nose were rosy and he gave Lida a soft smile. Before Lida could even think about what to say, though, the other man’s arms were around his neck and their bodies were pressed together as he was kissed deeply. His eyes shut of their own accord and he brought shaky arms around Daishi’s waist, feeling strangely happier than he had in awhile, though he hadn’t been hoping for something like this…he’d stopped hoping for anything at all, especially after the way he’d ended up treating Daishi when the drug fiasco ended, when the band came to an inevitable end.
As suddenly as he’d started the kiss, Daishi ended it. He kept his arms around Lida’s neck, though, and there was another smile on his face as he let out his breath, white mist mingling with Lida’s. "Daishi…" He started, but then realized he didn’t know what to say next.
Daishi looked upward and Lida looked up, surprised to see mistletoe glimmering above them. It was just like their Christmas tradition. He looked back at Daishi; the other man was still smiling that adorable smile of his. "What-"
"Come on," Daishi whispered.
He grabbed Lida’s hand and, though he was without a coat or gloves or even shoes Lida allowed himself to be pulled along by the other man. He felt almost as though he was in a trance; was this really Daishi or was it an apparition sent to haunt him?
The snow was cold on his bare feet as he was brought out of the apartment complex where a taxi was waiting. For reasons he didn’t know he got in the taxi behind Daishi. When the doors closed the driver said, "Roppongi Hiruzu, you said?"
Daishi sighed and said, "Yes, but you shouldn’t have asked like that-you ruined the surprise!"
"Gomen nasai," the driver said, truly sounding sorry.
"It’s all right," Daishi insisted with a smile.
"Daishi, what is this?" Lida finally got to ask, staring at Daishi as though he was just now seeing him.
Daishi turned his dazzling smile on Lida. "Well, it’s a taxi of course! You’ve gotten less smart."
Lida had to smile at that, but only slightly because he was still so confused. He grabbed Daishi’s gloved hand and said quietly, "No, I mean…why?" It seemed the most appropriate question.
The smile didn’t fade from Daishi’s face, but a shadow of sadness passed over his visage and tears sparkled in his eyes. "Because it’s Christmas," he whispered, "and I don’t want to be alone. No, it’s not just that I don’t want to be alone…I want to be with you. I still love you."
He looked down, possibly embarrassed. Lida swallowed and squeezed his hand. "I still love you, too, you know… I’m glad you’re here…I didn’t want to be alone either."
Daishi moved into Lida’s lap, which Lida didn’t protest to. He still didn’t understand what they were doing, but it seemed both of them knew why they were doing it, and that was the important part. He wrapped his arms tightly around Daishi and rested his chin on darker locks than he had often been used to. Daishi sighed and nuzzled his chest. "We can’t be stubborn or bitter-not tonight."
They were quiet until the driver announced that they were in Roppongi Hills, though he didn’t have to say so. On either side of the street the trees had all been covered from trunk to tip with white and blue lights; it was meant to look like a "Snow Avenue" and with the lightly falling snow it looked more glorious than the artist could have probably imagined. "I wanted to see this with you," Daishi said, looking at Lida with a gentle smile. "So we can make a wish for the coming year."
Lida smiled back and, unable to help himself, pressed their lips together. They didn’t notice much of the lights as they shared in the slow kiss, each seeming to search for something they’d lost in each other’s lips. Lida’s arms slid up and down Daishi’s back, and Daishi arched very slightly to the contact as his gloves somehow got removed so his fingers could comb through Lida’s hair. Eventually the kiss went deeper when Lida’s tongue invaded Daishi’s mouth; Daishi moaned and that seemed to signal an escalation for both of them.
"Where to now?" The driver said after they’d traveled the length of the Snow Avenue.
Daishi broke the kiss and looked at Lida with wide, probing eyes. Lida looked at him, too, then his gaze was on the driver’s in the rearview mirror. "Back to my apartment."
Daishi swallowed and looked down. He was pulled against Lida in another hug and he clung to him, wondered if it was their last time to truly hug like they were.
When they arrived at the apartment Lida got out and then looked in at Daishi with a wide, crooked-toothed grin. "Are you coming in or not?"
Daishi grinned back, trying to blink away the tears that made Lida so blurry. He got up and after paying the driver they both went inside where he took off his coat, shoes and scarf; he had put his gloves in his pockets. He watched Lida take a glass off the table and dump its contents into the sink before setting it in there as well. "I’ll make some cocoa if you want to look through my movies. I know I still have some Christmas ones…"
Daishi did so and found one he could recall watching with Lida one Christmas. He put it in the DVD player and took a seat on the couch, pulling the blanket down off of the back of it. "I like your tree," he said, twisting around to look over the back of the couch at Lida in the kitchen.
The taller man smiled, but kept his gaze at the mugs on the counter, stirring the hot chocolate inside them. "I know. You always did like Christmas trees."
"You didn’t," Daishi chuckled, looking back at the twinkling tree. "You thought they were messy."
"Yes, but I always did like you and if you like Christmas trees…well, you see where I’m going with this."
Daishi blushed, but couldn’t help smiling at Lida when he had turned off the kitchen light and sat down beside him on the couch. He started the movie and the two snuggled together under the blanket, hot mugs in their hands. Daishi leaned his head on Lida’s shoulder and smiled, silently thanking whoever had answered his prayer.
Since long ago, on this Eve’s night, people can receive anything they wish for.
OWARI
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Notes: 1) Psycho le Cemu - Inori (right click, save as) It chokes me up even more to know that it was written by Daishi; Lyrics from Super Cosplay Band.
2) Here is a site advertisting the Roppongi Hills "Snow Avenue" if you'd like to see a little picture. ^_~
3) Gomen nasai = A very polite way of saying I'm sorry
Author: shuichin or Shuichi
Theme: #38 Separation
Genre: Angst/Romance
Band: Psycho le Cemu
Pairings: Lida x Daishi
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Angst, language, alcohol
Summary: Daishi is tired of praying for his Christmas wishes to come true.
Notes: I was going to write an entirely ridiculously fluffy LxD fic for Christmas this year, but first I decided to look up the translation of their Christmas song, 祈り (inori or "prayer"). Needless to say, I thought the lyrics so perfectly fit Lida and Daishi that I had to make it sort of a bittersweet oneshot instead...
Prayer
Somehow I’ve become lonely…
Daishi walked quietly down a cold, snow-laden street. It was Christmas Eve, but he didn’t want to spend it at a depressing apartment by himself. He was shivering from the frigid temperature, the snow kissing his skin softly, but still he didn’t want to return home. He used to have more to live for, he used to have a lover. He breathed in deeply and coughed when the chilly air was sucked into his lungs; his breath came out a white mist-mist that reminded him of Lida, who had always saw fit to smoke… Daishi felt he would even be okay with the other man smoking if only they could be together.
He sighed, this time ignoring the white crystals that left his mouth. He couldn’t think like that, not so close to Christmas. He’d had so many happy Christmases, though, so much to laugh about, to be grateful for. He had to pretend he couldn’t see the lovers that cuddled together as they walked. He had to stop listening when he heard the laughter of happy children who still believed in such things as Santa Clause and Christmas miracles.
He knew that Christmas was a time of love and forgiveness, but even so he had grown cynical. Lida had always been the person who made him believe mankind wasn’t evil, because growing up in a family like his often made him doubt there was any good in human beings. Lida’s departure meant a lack of faith in anything worthwhile, though.
He finally reached a mood-appropriate destination and went inside. The bar was dark and quiet, filled with people like him-people who had stopped believing in the magic of Christmas, who tried to pretend the holiday wasn’t important to them anymore. Daishi almost hated that he’d become someone like that, but he couldn’t help himself. No one should have to spend a holiday like Christmas all alone…
He sat at the bar and ordered a shot of bourbon. Even if it wasn’t the wisest decision, he planned to drink as much as he could until he didn’t know his own name or where he was from…until the memories of his past faded from his mind completely.
He pretended he didn’t see the woman who sat down beside him, but was greatly annoyed with her when she decided to talk to him. "Merry Christmas," she said softly, giving him a small smile.
He didn’t bother smiling back, just took his drink from the bartender and said stiffly, "No thanks," before downing the shot and asking for another.
He pretended he didn’t know she was eyeing him curiously. She should be able to get the picture that he didn’t want to talk to anyone… But she still said, "What’s troubling you?"
Daishi had never gotten on well with women and he was greatly irritated at this woman for bothering him when he was already so upset. He cast her a glare. "Nothing, just leave me alone," he snapped.
He was only a little sorry, and any feeling of regret vanished completely when she didn’t heed his words. "It’s that bad, eh?" She sighed. "I certainly know how you feel. This Christmas is a hard time of the year for me. I have to make myself enjoy it, you know?"
He certainly didn’t know since he wasn’t even doing that. He sighed and looked over at her. "Look, I appreciate your effort to give me some kind of social interaction on Christmas Eve, but I really don’t want to talk about it. Anyway, I’m sure you can’t really understand how I’m feeling."
He knew he shouldn’t have added the last sentence, especially when she saw fit to say, "Are you sure about that? Tell me what’s happened to make this Christmas so bad for you."
He fought with himself for a moment, then decided to go ahead and tell her, if only to prove to her that she really couldn’t understand…because nobody could. "I’m in love," he choked out, accepting another drink from the bartender and staring into its dark depths. "We…we’ve been separated, though. I don’t think we’ll ever be together again…it’s been more than half a year already and you know how people can be…stubborn and bitter."
He felt tears stinging his eyes and quickly brought the glass up to down another shot. "Another round, bartender," he choked out.
The bartender gave him a nod so he looked back at the woman and continued. "And I’m plagued with memories. Last Christmas we were still together, though things were already starting to fall apart back then. The Christmas before that we were both drunk, but I still remember the warm feelings…the presents…"
She nodded, her brow furrowed. "Yes…it’s hard to go on without someone. M-my husband…he had cancer for a year and a half." She took a deep, shaky breath before going on. "Last Christmas was our last Christmas and even then…he was so weak from the chemotherapy and all the medication…" She paused to take a drink of her beer.
The arrogance left Daishi and he shuddered, overcome with morose feelings for both himself and the female stranger that he would never have given a damn about. "I’m so sorry," he whispered. "That’s…much worse than what I had to go through." It was the truth, and he felt like an asshole for thinking his problems were so much bigger than hers.
She laughed slightly and ran a hand through long, tangled hair. "It’s all right, you’re struggling, too… The worst of it is I don’t think he would approve of me spending Christmas Eve drinking. I think he would want me to go to parties, to have fun with friends… I just feel so lonely I almost can’t stand it."
Daishi swallowed. He knew that feeling-when loneliness was so real, so strongly felt that it was tangible. "I understand."
Another drink was set before him and he glared down at it through a sheen of tears, wondering to himself if Lida was as lonely as he was, if he, too, was downing alcohol to banish that loneliness.
He nearly jumped out of his skin when he felt a gentle hand on his arm. He turned to look at the woman, remembering once again how uncomfortable he felt around females. She gave him a sad smile. "You’re lucky, though. If he’s alive then you can always go to him, you can try to reconcile with him. Christmas is not the time to be stubborn and bitter."
He looked back down at his drink, wishing she would take her hand off him, praying there was a chance of reconciliation with Lida. He thought to himself that all he had been doing for the last several months was praying…
If it’s possible to have love, I pray that we can meet on this lonely night.
* * * * *
The lights from the Christmas tree twinkled brightly, reflected in the drink in Lida’s hands as he sat in the dark living room. He still didn’t know why he put it up…it simply reminded him of his previous life, his previous love. He stared underneath it where there were no presents. His Christmas gift was apparently to be a broken heart, a prayer for a better time. He could still remember when they were little, when Daishi still believed in Santa Clause. He’d been devastated to find out the Christmas legend wasn’t real…after all, he didn’t have the faith in his parents he had in old St. Nick.
"But I was always there," Lida murmured to himself.
He convinced Daishi that Santa really was real, no matter what other people said. Daishi would always believe him; it was a lot later that he finally figured the truth out for himself.
Even when they were older they used to feel like children on Christmas. As teenagers they went sledding, raced each other and tried to break their old speed records. As young adults they had kissed under the mistletoe for the first time, a tradition they tried to repeat every year afterward. When they were even older they would curl up on the couch and watch a Christmas movie with hot chocolate, sometimes they would do even more than that…
He sighed and took a deep chug of his beverage. He knew drinking wasn’t the alternative…as a matter of fact, Yura had invited him to a Christmas party, but he declined, said he wasn’t feeling good. He just didn’t want to be around cheerful people, was afraid he might run into Daishi there. So instead he wallowed in the misery he’d brought upon himself, drinking to feel a faint buzz that would hopefully fill him with false Christmas cheer.
A knock at the door brought him out of his thoughts and he figured it was one of his friends trying to coax him into going to one of their parties. At first he planned to ignore it, but the longer whoever it was kept knocking the more depressed he was able to feel sitting by himself in his living room with a cup of beer in hand. Finally he stood with a sigh and set the glass on the kitchen table before he went to answer the door.
When he opened it he had to suppress a gasp. Daishi stood in front of him, looking as breath-taking as he always had. He was wearing a long, dark brown coat and black gloves were on his hands, a matching scarf hugging his neck. His cheeks and nose were rosy and he gave Lida a soft smile. Before Lida could even think about what to say, though, the other man’s arms were around his neck and their bodies were pressed together as he was kissed deeply. His eyes shut of their own accord and he brought shaky arms around Daishi’s waist, feeling strangely happier than he had in awhile, though he hadn’t been hoping for something like this…he’d stopped hoping for anything at all, especially after the way he’d ended up treating Daishi when the drug fiasco ended, when the band came to an inevitable end.
As suddenly as he’d started the kiss, Daishi ended it. He kept his arms around Lida’s neck, though, and there was another smile on his face as he let out his breath, white mist mingling with Lida’s. "Daishi…" He started, but then realized he didn’t know what to say next.
Daishi looked upward and Lida looked up, surprised to see mistletoe glimmering above them. It was just like their Christmas tradition. He looked back at Daishi; the other man was still smiling that adorable smile of his. "What-"
"Come on," Daishi whispered.
He grabbed Lida’s hand and, though he was without a coat or gloves or even shoes Lida allowed himself to be pulled along by the other man. He felt almost as though he was in a trance; was this really Daishi or was it an apparition sent to haunt him?
The snow was cold on his bare feet as he was brought out of the apartment complex where a taxi was waiting. For reasons he didn’t know he got in the taxi behind Daishi. When the doors closed the driver said, "Roppongi Hiruzu, you said?"
Daishi sighed and said, "Yes, but you shouldn’t have asked like that-you ruined the surprise!"
"Gomen nasai," the driver said, truly sounding sorry.
"It’s all right," Daishi insisted with a smile.
"Daishi, what is this?" Lida finally got to ask, staring at Daishi as though he was just now seeing him.
Daishi turned his dazzling smile on Lida. "Well, it’s a taxi of course! You’ve gotten less smart."
Lida had to smile at that, but only slightly because he was still so confused. He grabbed Daishi’s gloved hand and said quietly, "No, I mean…why?" It seemed the most appropriate question.
The smile didn’t fade from Daishi’s face, but a shadow of sadness passed over his visage and tears sparkled in his eyes. "Because it’s Christmas," he whispered, "and I don’t want to be alone. No, it’s not just that I don’t want to be alone…I want to be with you. I still love you."
He looked down, possibly embarrassed. Lida swallowed and squeezed his hand. "I still love you, too, you know… I’m glad you’re here…I didn’t want to be alone either."
Daishi moved into Lida’s lap, which Lida didn’t protest to. He still didn’t understand what they were doing, but it seemed both of them knew why they were doing it, and that was the important part. He wrapped his arms tightly around Daishi and rested his chin on darker locks than he had often been used to. Daishi sighed and nuzzled his chest. "We can’t be stubborn or bitter-not tonight."
They were quiet until the driver announced that they were in Roppongi Hills, though he didn’t have to say so. On either side of the street the trees had all been covered from trunk to tip with white and blue lights; it was meant to look like a "Snow Avenue" and with the lightly falling snow it looked more glorious than the artist could have probably imagined. "I wanted to see this with you," Daishi said, looking at Lida with a gentle smile. "So we can make a wish for the coming year."
Lida smiled back and, unable to help himself, pressed their lips together. They didn’t notice much of the lights as they shared in the slow kiss, each seeming to search for something they’d lost in each other’s lips. Lida’s arms slid up and down Daishi’s back, and Daishi arched very slightly to the contact as his gloves somehow got removed so his fingers could comb through Lida’s hair. Eventually the kiss went deeper when Lida’s tongue invaded Daishi’s mouth; Daishi moaned and that seemed to signal an escalation for both of them.
"Where to now?" The driver said after they’d traveled the length of the Snow Avenue.
Daishi broke the kiss and looked at Lida with wide, probing eyes. Lida looked at him, too, then his gaze was on the driver’s in the rearview mirror. "Back to my apartment."
Daishi swallowed and looked down. He was pulled against Lida in another hug and he clung to him, wondered if it was their last time to truly hug like they were.
When they arrived at the apartment Lida got out and then looked in at Daishi with a wide, crooked-toothed grin. "Are you coming in or not?"
Daishi grinned back, trying to blink away the tears that made Lida so blurry. He got up and after paying the driver they both went inside where he took off his coat, shoes and scarf; he had put his gloves in his pockets. He watched Lida take a glass off the table and dump its contents into the sink before setting it in there as well. "I’ll make some cocoa if you want to look through my movies. I know I still have some Christmas ones…"
Daishi did so and found one he could recall watching with Lida one Christmas. He put it in the DVD player and took a seat on the couch, pulling the blanket down off of the back of it. "I like your tree," he said, twisting around to look over the back of the couch at Lida in the kitchen.
The taller man smiled, but kept his gaze at the mugs on the counter, stirring the hot chocolate inside them. "I know. You always did like Christmas trees."
"You didn’t," Daishi chuckled, looking back at the twinkling tree. "You thought they were messy."
"Yes, but I always did like you and if you like Christmas trees…well, you see where I’m going with this."
Daishi blushed, but couldn’t help smiling at Lida when he had turned off the kitchen light and sat down beside him on the couch. He started the movie and the two snuggled together under the blanket, hot mugs in their hands. Daishi leaned his head on Lida’s shoulder and smiled, silently thanking whoever had answered his prayer.
Since long ago, on this Eve’s night, people can receive anything they wish for.
OWARI
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Notes: 1) Psycho le Cemu - Inori (right click, save as) It chokes me up even more to know that it was written by Daishi; Lyrics from Super Cosplay Band.
2) Here is a site advertisting the Roppongi Hills "Snow Avenue" if you'd like to see a little picture. ^_~
3) Gomen nasai = A very polite way of saying I'm sorry