Polars Ch. 3
Author: shy_mizuno
Pairing: OkaYama
Genre: Romance/Drama
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: H!S!J is human, so of course this isn't real.
Summary: Okamoto is ice. Yamada is fire. Enemies ≅ Lovers
Note: Fic inspired by the pic in banner
Ryosuke remembered everything before he became a demon. Yami found it funny when his ervents were stuck with the memories of the lives they no longer shared. He remembered being born and raised in Tokyo - thus his fascination in watching the city. He remembered the fights with his parents and how he had lived with his cousin. He remembered the friends he made and the people he hated. He remembered the wish he made that ended up like this.
What did Okamoto remember?
He had appeared beside him in his fire, sitting there on the ledge. Okamoto didn't take notice to him, just as Ryosuke hadn't notice the wings curling about his own body.
"Who's that?" He had asked, nodding at a wallet size in the angel's hand. Okamoto gave a start, looking at his acquiantance and curling in those wings back to their cage.
He handed the photo over, scooting closer to peer over Ryosuke's shoulder. The demon shuddered as their fingers brushed, goosebumps crawling over his skin as the cold body pressed against his own.
"My sister." The cold breath said.
The female was a teenager in appearance, but a small, pink bundle laid in her arms.
"What's her name?"
Looking up, Okamoto only had confusion and hard concentration. Ryosuke's jaw almost dropped to the ground. The dead forgot but...no,no...not the angels...not...
"I don't remember."
Apparently, yes.
"I just have to save her." Ryosuke looked confused at Okamoto, but all he received was a shake of the head.
Okamoto fidgeted and without warning, took the photo back and flew into the the sky. Ryosuke watched him go.
Computers were entertaining mortal toys, but useful none the less. The next Ryosuke saw the angel, they looked over Tokyo and he said 'Her name's Miu."
Pairing: OkaYama
Genre: Romance/Drama
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: H!S!J is human, so of course this isn't real.
Summary: Okamoto is ice. Yamada is fire. Enemies ≅ Lovers
Note: Fic inspired by the pic in banner
Ryosuke remembered everything before he became a demon. Yami found it funny when his ervents were stuck with the memories of the lives they no longer shared. He remembered being born and raised in Tokyo - thus his fascination in watching the city. He remembered the fights with his parents and how he had lived with his cousin. He remembered the friends he made and the people he hated. He remembered the wish he made that ended up like this.
What did Okamoto remember?
He had appeared beside him in his fire, sitting there on the ledge. Okamoto didn't take notice to him, just as Ryosuke hadn't notice the wings curling about his own body.
"Who's that?" He had asked, nodding at a wallet size in the angel's hand. Okamoto gave a start, looking at his acquiantance and curling in those wings back to their cage.
He handed the photo over, scooting closer to peer over Ryosuke's shoulder. The demon shuddered as their fingers brushed, goosebumps crawling over his skin as the cold body pressed against his own.
"My sister." The cold breath said.
The female was a teenager in appearance, but a small, pink bundle laid in her arms.
"What's her name?"
Looking up, Okamoto only had confusion and hard concentration. Ryosuke's jaw almost dropped to the ground. The dead forgot but...no,no...not the angels...not...
"I don't remember."
Apparently, yes.
"I just have to save her." Ryosuke looked confused at Okamoto, but all he received was a shake of the head.
Okamoto fidgeted and without warning, took the photo back and flew into the the sky. Ryosuke watched him go.
Computers were entertaining mortal toys, but useful none the less. The next Ryosuke saw the angel, they looked over Tokyo and he said 'Her name's Miu."