Chasing butterflies - Prologue
Title: Chasing butterflies
Author: yukigafuru
Rating: PG-13 for now (will be adult)
Chapter: 1/?
Pairings: Aoi/?
Bands: Gazette
Warnings: none for now
Genre: angst, romance
Summary: Life is short. You try to catch it and it slips through your fingers. Life is also beautiful. It astounds you at every step. And it only takes one minute, one encounter to change it forever.
Prologue
Aoi had never liked hospitals, an opinion which he was sure was shared by the great majority of human beings living on the planet. There was nothing to like about them: dreary interiors, tiled white floors that no matter how often got cleaned always seemed dirty, suppressed whimpers, tears, the occasional screams, vials of blood, pale people and bloody uncomfortable minimalistic furniture...
Of course, entering one was no big a deal. On the outside, before reaching the reception, they looked just like any other building in Tokyo. If you were lucky and you were only there for a blood test or a drug prescription, or some other inanely common affliction that you couldn't be bothered to care much about since it was so common and seasonal... then, hospitals would probably not horrify you too much. After all, the nurses were always attentive, the doctors gave you candy and your parents doted on you more than usual.
But try staying in one for longer than the required few hours of waiting and tongue prodding (why did they always check your throat when you had a tummy ache? People, were all doctors off their kilter?) and you'd be getting a very different picture. Even better, as an experiment, stay there for longer than a day, say like a week or so trapped in the medicinal smelling place - you'd probably relinquish all thoughts of ever climbing a tree or not wearing a scarf in winter. Because then, hospitals were damn right awful. Especially for a ten year old.
But all this was of course only acknowledged in the farthest depths of one's own soul - emphasis on “own”- because anyone with half a brain could tell you that hospitals were undeniably cool to the majority of your class mates. They were places of mystery and drama, places that could even frighten your parents - and wasn't that a feat in itself? Staying in one also meant constant visits and gifts, reading manga all day long without doing your homework, getting to be coddled by lovely nurses and your family and having an abundant amount of stories to share with everyone else. Truly, for a boy that had been admitted in a hospital, he could already count himself king of the classroom if not the school when he got back.
It also had great sway with the girls. Not that at ten years old you were particularly concerned about the female population, when there were so many other exciting things out there, but every boy knew that all good heroes needed to have a princess to save and constantly overwhelm, and that the more effortless the process, the higher score as a crime slash demon fighter. And nothing swayed the girls better than a dramatic account of your days spent being prodded by those aliens from outer space called doctors.
Aoi, himself, was a very smart kid with a bit of a penchant for getting himself in trouble: qualities that combined with the fact that his mother had been a nurse before getting married to his dad, meant several things. Uno: he was permanently in and out of medical centers and hospitals. Duo: he got to stay there for more than an hourly visit. Proximo: he was very apt at telling all about the mummies, zombies and ghosts he had met during the nights spent at the hospital. Ergo: he was the star of not only the classroom but of the entire school. He might not have liked hospitals, but the kid had learned from a very fragile age that it didn't matter whether you liked it or not - all that mattered was whether you could get the most out of it, exploit it as it were.
Through the years, he certainly got that cat bagged. In fact, by the age of twenty-five, he could count himself a record-breaker in the area of getting everything one could out of the whole experience. What he had acquired, you ask? Beyond the admiration of his school mates throughout his more impressionable years? Well, to sum it all up: a boyfriend, two best friends, a job and getting to affect and save other people's lives. Sure, hospitals had never become fun, in fact, with the years they had grown more and more awful, with the long hours of work, constant stress, overwhelmed patients, almost entire lack of personal life, the smell that would never quite get out of your clothes, constant flirting by the female population, which he did not appreciate, thank you very much, ruined clothes etc. etc. - he could go on forever it seemed - but, they had become familiar and necessary and sometimes even comforting for they had reshaped his life, given him purpose and a reason for living and the joy of making a difference.
But this, this is not the story of Aoi - bright kid with just a bit too much curiosity and trouble-making skills. No, he just got to tell another story: that of the love between his two best friends, a tale of love, despair, pain and comfort that had started and ended in a hospital, in his hospital, a story that he could not and would not forget.
A/N: I have been toying with this idea for a while, and as promised, I finally decided to post the prologue. If everything goes ok - this depending on the comments especially -, I'll post as often as possible (that being once a week). So let me make this clear: I placed a counter, I'll know how many readers there are.
Not that I'm not happy that you're reading, but with the hectic life I'm going to have from now on, writing really takes an effort. And well, I don't think I'm asking for too much when I ask you to comment. It doesn't have to be long, it doesn't have to be more than a thumbs up, but it will make me happier and more motivated if it's more. I would add a like button if only livejournal had one. Alas...
I have always promised myself and my readers to finish all my fics. A promise I have alwasy respected. I don't want to break it and I also don't want for this fic to end up taking years to finish. So help my bunnies stay healthy, okay?
Author: yukigafuru
Rating: PG-13 for now (will be adult)
Chapter: 1/?
Pairings: Aoi/?
Bands: Gazette
Warnings: none for now
Genre: angst, romance
Summary: Life is short. You try to catch it and it slips through your fingers. Life is also beautiful. It astounds you at every step. And it only takes one minute, one encounter to change it forever.
Prologue
Aoi had never liked hospitals, an opinion which he was sure was shared by the great majority of human beings living on the planet. There was nothing to like about them: dreary interiors, tiled white floors that no matter how often got cleaned always seemed dirty, suppressed whimpers, tears, the occasional screams, vials of blood, pale people and bloody uncomfortable minimalistic furniture...
Of course, entering one was no big a deal. On the outside, before reaching the reception, they looked just like any other building in Tokyo. If you were lucky and you were only there for a blood test or a drug prescription, or some other inanely common affliction that you couldn't be bothered to care much about since it was so common and seasonal... then, hospitals would probably not horrify you too much. After all, the nurses were always attentive, the doctors gave you candy and your parents doted on you more than usual.
But try staying in one for longer than the required few hours of waiting and tongue prodding (why did they always check your throat when you had a tummy ache? People, were all doctors off their kilter?) and you'd be getting a very different picture. Even better, as an experiment, stay there for longer than a day, say like a week or so trapped in the medicinal smelling place - you'd probably relinquish all thoughts of ever climbing a tree or not wearing a scarf in winter. Because then, hospitals were damn right awful. Especially for a ten year old.
But all this was of course only acknowledged in the farthest depths of one's own soul - emphasis on “own”- because anyone with half a brain could tell you that hospitals were undeniably cool to the majority of your class mates. They were places of mystery and drama, places that could even frighten your parents - and wasn't that a feat in itself? Staying in one also meant constant visits and gifts, reading manga all day long without doing your homework, getting to be coddled by lovely nurses and your family and having an abundant amount of stories to share with everyone else. Truly, for a boy that had been admitted in a hospital, he could already count himself king of the classroom if not the school when he got back.
It also had great sway with the girls. Not that at ten years old you were particularly concerned about the female population, when there were so many other exciting things out there, but every boy knew that all good heroes needed to have a princess to save and constantly overwhelm, and that the more effortless the process, the higher score as a crime slash demon fighter. And nothing swayed the girls better than a dramatic account of your days spent being prodded by those aliens from outer space called doctors.
Aoi, himself, was a very smart kid with a bit of a penchant for getting himself in trouble: qualities that combined with the fact that his mother had been a nurse before getting married to his dad, meant several things. Uno: he was permanently in and out of medical centers and hospitals. Duo: he got to stay there for more than an hourly visit. Proximo: he was very apt at telling all about the mummies, zombies and ghosts he had met during the nights spent at the hospital. Ergo: he was the star of not only the classroom but of the entire school. He might not have liked hospitals, but the kid had learned from a very fragile age that it didn't matter whether you liked it or not - all that mattered was whether you could get the most out of it, exploit it as it were.
Through the years, he certainly got that cat bagged. In fact, by the age of twenty-five, he could count himself a record-breaker in the area of getting everything one could out of the whole experience. What he had acquired, you ask? Beyond the admiration of his school mates throughout his more impressionable years? Well, to sum it all up: a boyfriend, two best friends, a job and getting to affect and save other people's lives. Sure, hospitals had never become fun, in fact, with the years they had grown more and more awful, with the long hours of work, constant stress, overwhelmed patients, almost entire lack of personal life, the smell that would never quite get out of your clothes, constant flirting by the female population, which he did not appreciate, thank you very much, ruined clothes etc. etc. - he could go on forever it seemed - but, they had become familiar and necessary and sometimes even comforting for they had reshaped his life, given him purpose and a reason for living and the joy of making a difference.
But this, this is not the story of Aoi - bright kid with just a bit too much curiosity and trouble-making skills. No, he just got to tell another story: that of the love between his two best friends, a tale of love, despair, pain and comfort that had started and ended in a hospital, in his hospital, a story that he could not and would not forget.
A/N: I have been toying with this idea for a while, and as promised, I finally decided to post the prologue. If everything goes ok - this depending on the comments especially -, I'll post as often as possible (that being once a week). So let me make this clear: I placed a counter, I'll know how many readers there are.
Not that I'm not happy that you're reading, but with the hectic life I'm going to have from now on, writing really takes an effort. And well, I don't think I'm asking for too much when I ask you to comment. It doesn't have to be long, it doesn't have to be more than a thumbs up, but it will make me happier and more motivated if it's more. I would add a like button if only livejournal had one. Alas...
I have always promised myself and my readers to finish all my fics. A promise I have alwasy respected. I don't want to break it and I also don't want for this fic to end up taking years to finish. So help my bunnies stay healthy, okay?