[mentally-out] Timelessly, strophe 1
Title: Timelessly
Chapter Title: the green monster
Author: me. ezyls_girl
Pairing: Koyama/YamaPi. Ryo/Ueda.
Rating: PG-13 ~ R
Warnings: Angsty, much.
Summary: The green monster keeps careful tabs on everyone. AU.
Notes: Based on Norwegian Wood, by Haruki Murakami. Many plot-points are similar, and some characters distinctly resemble ones in the book, but the rest of the idea is mine. And, as ever, I'd never think of owning JE. What a thought. In any case, I'm trying out a different style. It's pretty much the same, with some subtle changes that I'd never have done anywhere else. I've decided to turn these into shorter, more "somber" (XD) chapters/strophes <----pathetic attempt at sounding cool.
This fic is low-priority.
It’s a little too dark for his liking.
The furry green monster from the edge of the bed crawls up and winds its soft paws around his legs, underneath the blankets.
He shivers, even though it’s June.
It’s no use now, the monster says, he’s gone and he’s not coming back. It’s no use now, because you’ve chased him away and all you’re left with is me.
No I haven’t, he responds, as calmly as he can. He can feel the sweat building up on his forehead, beads of moisture gathering like a storm cloud. I haven’t. He’s still there. I know he is. You’re nothing but a furry green monster who lives underneath my bed.
I’m also the only connection you have with the outside world, the monster reminds him, patting him on the back with a furry hand, so you better suck it up.
He’s coming back, I know he is, he whispers to himself.
You told him to leave. You told him that you never loved him and then you threw a book at him. Do you expect him to come back to you like nothing ever happened? The green monster asks, twiddling its thumbs in a dizzying motion.
And that’s all he needs to make him start bawling like a baby.
There, there, now, the monster says.
Come back, Pi.
--
He wakes up and the world is silent. There’s nothing outside. No birds. No wind. No rush of voices in the hallway, no people hanging around the entryway to the other side. It takes a moment before he remembers that he’s in the guest room of the hospice in the deep mountains. Koyama’s asleep, breath soft against his ear, and left hand draped listlessly across his bare chest. The rise and fall of his breathing matches his own. He shivers again, the paws of the furry green monster locked in his brain. There’s no place to go.
He’s really gone.
Things have always been awkward between him and Koyama. It was just the sort of thing that was inevitable-you can’t expect to get along with everyone. Words just die on the tip of his tongue. He’s not spellbound by any sort of aura or anything-Koyama isn’t a ghost, after all, he’s just obscenely quiet whenever they’re accidentally discarded into the same room. The first few times, he had tried to strike up a conversation, but the looks that Koyama had given him…it was better just to thumb around the magazines on the table and cough a couple of times until someone entered the room.
Just awkward.
In fact, it was safe to say that the only connection he and Koyama had shared -prior to the incident, that is- was Yamashita Tomohisa.
And when Pi had gone ahead, they shared his memories.
/strophe
:D Beautifully butchered, ne?
Chapter Title: the green monster
Author: me. ezyls_girl
Pairing: Koyama/YamaPi. Ryo/Ueda.
Rating: PG-13 ~ R
Warnings: Angsty, much.
Summary: The green monster keeps careful tabs on everyone. AU.
Notes: Based on Norwegian Wood, by Haruki Murakami. Many plot-points are similar, and some characters distinctly resemble ones in the book, but the rest of the idea is mine. And, as ever, I'd never think of owning JE. What a thought. In any case, I'm trying out a different style. It's pretty much the same, with some subtle changes that I'd never have done anywhere else. I've decided to turn these into shorter, more "somber" (XD) chapters/strophes <----pathetic attempt at sounding cool.
This fic is low-priority.
It’s a little too dark for his liking.
The furry green monster from the edge of the bed crawls up and winds its soft paws around his legs, underneath the blankets.
He shivers, even though it’s June.
It’s no use now, the monster says, he’s gone and he’s not coming back. It’s no use now, because you’ve chased him away and all you’re left with is me.
No I haven’t, he responds, as calmly as he can. He can feel the sweat building up on his forehead, beads of moisture gathering like a storm cloud. I haven’t. He’s still there. I know he is. You’re nothing but a furry green monster who lives underneath my bed.
I’m also the only connection you have with the outside world, the monster reminds him, patting him on the back with a furry hand, so you better suck it up.
He’s coming back, I know he is, he whispers to himself.
You told him to leave. You told him that you never loved him and then you threw a book at him. Do you expect him to come back to you like nothing ever happened? The green monster asks, twiddling its thumbs in a dizzying motion.
And that’s all he needs to make him start bawling like a baby.
There, there, now, the monster says.
Come back, Pi.
--
He wakes up and the world is silent. There’s nothing outside. No birds. No wind. No rush of voices in the hallway, no people hanging around the entryway to the other side. It takes a moment before he remembers that he’s in the guest room of the hospice in the deep mountains. Koyama’s asleep, breath soft against his ear, and left hand draped listlessly across his bare chest. The rise and fall of his breathing matches his own. He shivers again, the paws of the furry green monster locked in his brain. There’s no place to go.
He’s really gone.
Things have always been awkward between him and Koyama. It was just the sort of thing that was inevitable-you can’t expect to get along with everyone. Words just die on the tip of his tongue. He’s not spellbound by any sort of aura or anything-Koyama isn’t a ghost, after all, he’s just obscenely quiet whenever they’re accidentally discarded into the same room. The first few times, he had tried to strike up a conversation, but the looks that Koyama had given him…it was better just to thumb around the magazines on the table and cough a couple of times until someone entered the room.
Just awkward.
In fact, it was safe to say that the only connection he and Koyama had shared -prior to the incident, that is- was Yamashita Tomohisa.
And when Pi had gone ahead, they shared his memories.
/strophe
:D Beautifully butchered, ne?