[Fanfic] Forget me not
Title: Forget me not
Author: akastranger
Characters: Fuma x Kento
Rating: PG
Genre: Romance
Warning: Unbeta’d
Summary: Fuma got into a car accident and loses his memories.
Author’s Note: -
Word count: 1,188 words
Fuma picked up his old guitar and strummed the strings, listening to the out-of-tune sounds it made. He tried to put his digital tuner to use but the batteries were dead. He sighed, wondering why nothing ever seems to go right for him.
He checked his phone’s inbox for the hundredth time of the day, but there were still no new messages. He suspected that Kento was still angry with him at their fight from last week and not just busy with his Kurofuku Monogatari filming.
They have been fighting too much recently, regarding work to disagreements on silly stuffs. The younger boy was no longer sure where their relationship was heading towards, and whether they were right for each other.
Still thinking, Fuma grabbed his keys and dragged his feet to his car, deciding to go on a drive alone. It was useless to think about it when Kento doesn’t want to talk to him; he could only wait it out.
He slid the keys into the ignition, turned, and the engine roared to life. Soon, he was driving out of the carpark and into the lonely streets of Tokyo. For some reasons, the city street lights bothered him. He was about to do a u-turn when he noticed an old lady in front; he turned swiftly, and rammed his car into a lamp post.
When Fuma came to, he was at the hospital with his family members surrounding his bedside. A boy with tears in his eyes was holding his hand but Fuma was confused. He tilted his head and looked at the boy for a brief moment until he finally asked:
“Who are you?”
He could hear gasps from his family members as they threw each other looks.
“Son, you don’t remember Kento?” his dad asked.
“Kento...” Fuma lets the name linger on his lips for a few seconds before shaking his head. “Is he a relative?”
The doctor who was observing from a side then stepped in to explain about short-term memory loss and the need for MRI scans.
It was then Kento let go of his hand, and Fuma felt a little disappointed since it was beginning to feel nice. He watched Kento dashed out of the room; he didn’t understand why but his heart ached and his world seem to crumble a little.
Later at night, Kento came back to his room.
“I know you don’t remember me, but we used to be… best friends.” His voice was softer towards the end of the sentence.
“I see.” Fuma tried his best to search for the tiniest bit of memory, but there was nothing. He clutched his hair as his head started to spin, muttering words of apologies to his new found friend.
“It’s okay if you don’t remember, take your time… Maybe it will all come back later.” Fuma could see Kento trying his best to smile, and felt bad for forgetting his own best friend.
Fuma remained silent. He studied Kento’s facial features as the older boy re-arranged the flowers in the vase across the room and found him to be rather good looking. He found himself staring at those long slender fingers interacting with the forget-me-nots and wished that Kento could hold his hand again.
“You don’t have to stay.” Fuma finally spoke. “I’ll be fine alone.”
“I’ll come again tomorrow then. Get a good rest.”
Fuma simply nodded.
Thirty minutes had passed, but Fuma couldn’t sleep. His head was full of Kento, wondering about how they might have met, and places they might have been to together.
A dull pain started to spread from the back of his head. Suddenly, there were fuzzy images of him kissing Kento coming to his mind. Fuma found it hard to breathe, and his mind was having trouble understanding these images. Were they simply memories of the past, or his newly found desires?
Kento visited him again with a fresh bouquet of forget-me-nots the next day. It was probably the older boy’s way of wishing for him to remember about them, but Fuma felt helpless with his memories.
Fuma flipped through the magazines that Kento had bought for him. It felt a little weird reading about himself and Kento from a magazine, but he does so anyway. He stared at the FumaKen radio section on Myojo magazine, the one where both of them were in pyjamas, and gave a slight smile. He thought they looked pretty nice together.
He remembered Shori, but felt awkward looking at his picture. He was about to flip to another page when Kento suddenly spoke up;
“You probably don’t remember but we kind of fought… about work. I didn’t mean to ignore you at that time, I was just buzy with my drama filming. I heard you went for a drive and got involved in some accident… It’s all my fault. I’m so sorry…”
“Kento.” Fuma grabbed his hand. “Don’t apologize, it was all an accident.”
“Why are you always so nice to me, I don’t deserve this.”
“I guess I just… kind of like you.”
Kento broke down and cried.
Fuma was a little lonely when Kento couldn’t make it on the day of his discharge. His dad drove him home where he was welcomed by his siblings. Although he was happy that his family cared, he was slightly annoyed by the fuss they put up that he hid himself in his room for the rest of the day.
When Kento sent him a message later in the night to inform him that he would be visiting the next day, Fuma explored his phone contents and noticed that he had a separate folder for Kento’s messages. There was also a folder full of their pictures in the gallery as well.
He paused at a picture of Kento kissing him on the cheek and the dull pain from the back of his head returned. Fuzzy images of him kissing Kento came to mind again and suddenly, he wanted to see Kento’s face, to feel him close.
He hugged a pillow and decided to just wait for tomorrow to come.
Tomorrow came faster than he expected. Kento’s back greeted him when he opened his eyes. Quietly, Fuma got out of bed and wrapped his arms naturally around Kento’s waist.
“Fu..Fuma?!” Kento jumped slightly at the contact.
“I had a dream yesterday.” Fuma croaked. “About you, about us. I dreamt about you leaving me and I was afraid.”
“It’s just a dream and I won’t leave you.” Kento turned around and give Fuma a hug. “I promise.”
“I’m sorry about the fight.”
“You… remembered?”
“Un. I saw our picture, the one where you kissed me and they just came back to me…”
Kento tightened his grip around Fuma. “I’m sorry too.”
Fuma soaked himself in the embrace until Kento pulled apart. They stared at each other for a while before Kento run his fingers through Fuma’s hair and leaned in for a kiss.
They took the kiss to bed and cuddled with each other.
“Let’s not fight anymore.”
“I’ll try.”
“And don’t you dare to forget about me again.”
“Un.”
Author: akastranger
Characters: Fuma x Kento
Rating: PG
Genre: Romance
Warning: Unbeta’d
Summary: Fuma got into a car accident and loses his memories.
Author’s Note: -
Word count: 1,188 words
Fuma picked up his old guitar and strummed the strings, listening to the out-of-tune sounds it made. He tried to put his digital tuner to use but the batteries were dead. He sighed, wondering why nothing ever seems to go right for him.
He checked his phone’s inbox for the hundredth time of the day, but there were still no new messages. He suspected that Kento was still angry with him at their fight from last week and not just busy with his Kurofuku Monogatari filming.
They have been fighting too much recently, regarding work to disagreements on silly stuffs. The younger boy was no longer sure where their relationship was heading towards, and whether they were right for each other.
Still thinking, Fuma grabbed his keys and dragged his feet to his car, deciding to go on a drive alone. It was useless to think about it when Kento doesn’t want to talk to him; he could only wait it out.
He slid the keys into the ignition, turned, and the engine roared to life. Soon, he was driving out of the carpark and into the lonely streets of Tokyo. For some reasons, the city street lights bothered him. He was about to do a u-turn when he noticed an old lady in front; he turned swiftly, and rammed his car into a lamp post.
When Fuma came to, he was at the hospital with his family members surrounding his bedside. A boy with tears in his eyes was holding his hand but Fuma was confused. He tilted his head and looked at the boy for a brief moment until he finally asked:
“Who are you?”
He could hear gasps from his family members as they threw each other looks.
“Son, you don’t remember Kento?” his dad asked.
“Kento...” Fuma lets the name linger on his lips for a few seconds before shaking his head. “Is he a relative?”
The doctor who was observing from a side then stepped in to explain about short-term memory loss and the need for MRI scans.
It was then Kento let go of his hand, and Fuma felt a little disappointed since it was beginning to feel nice. He watched Kento dashed out of the room; he didn’t understand why but his heart ached and his world seem to crumble a little.
Later at night, Kento came back to his room.
“I know you don’t remember me, but we used to be… best friends.” His voice was softer towards the end of the sentence.
“I see.” Fuma tried his best to search for the tiniest bit of memory, but there was nothing. He clutched his hair as his head started to spin, muttering words of apologies to his new found friend.
“It’s okay if you don’t remember, take your time… Maybe it will all come back later.” Fuma could see Kento trying his best to smile, and felt bad for forgetting his own best friend.
Fuma remained silent. He studied Kento’s facial features as the older boy re-arranged the flowers in the vase across the room and found him to be rather good looking. He found himself staring at those long slender fingers interacting with the forget-me-nots and wished that Kento could hold his hand again.
“You don’t have to stay.” Fuma finally spoke. “I’ll be fine alone.”
“I’ll come again tomorrow then. Get a good rest.”
Fuma simply nodded.
Thirty minutes had passed, but Fuma couldn’t sleep. His head was full of Kento, wondering about how they might have met, and places they might have been to together.
A dull pain started to spread from the back of his head. Suddenly, there were fuzzy images of him kissing Kento coming to his mind. Fuma found it hard to breathe, and his mind was having trouble understanding these images. Were they simply memories of the past, or his newly found desires?
Kento visited him again with a fresh bouquet of forget-me-nots the next day. It was probably the older boy’s way of wishing for him to remember about them, but Fuma felt helpless with his memories.
Fuma flipped through the magazines that Kento had bought for him. It felt a little weird reading about himself and Kento from a magazine, but he does so anyway. He stared at the FumaKen radio section on Myojo magazine, the one where both of them were in pyjamas, and gave a slight smile. He thought they looked pretty nice together.
He remembered Shori, but felt awkward looking at his picture. He was about to flip to another page when Kento suddenly spoke up;
“You probably don’t remember but we kind of fought… about work. I didn’t mean to ignore you at that time, I was just buzy with my drama filming. I heard you went for a drive and got involved in some accident… It’s all my fault. I’m so sorry…”
“Kento.” Fuma grabbed his hand. “Don’t apologize, it was all an accident.”
“Why are you always so nice to me, I don’t deserve this.”
“I guess I just… kind of like you.”
Kento broke down and cried.
Fuma was a little lonely when Kento couldn’t make it on the day of his discharge. His dad drove him home where he was welcomed by his siblings. Although he was happy that his family cared, he was slightly annoyed by the fuss they put up that he hid himself in his room for the rest of the day.
When Kento sent him a message later in the night to inform him that he would be visiting the next day, Fuma explored his phone contents and noticed that he had a separate folder for Kento’s messages. There was also a folder full of their pictures in the gallery as well.
He paused at a picture of Kento kissing him on the cheek and the dull pain from the back of his head returned. Fuzzy images of him kissing Kento came to mind again and suddenly, he wanted to see Kento’s face, to feel him close.
He hugged a pillow and decided to just wait for tomorrow to come.
Tomorrow came faster than he expected. Kento’s back greeted him when he opened his eyes. Quietly, Fuma got out of bed and wrapped his arms naturally around Kento’s waist.
“Fu..Fuma?!” Kento jumped slightly at the contact.
“I had a dream yesterday.” Fuma croaked. “About you, about us. I dreamt about you leaving me and I was afraid.”
“It’s just a dream and I won’t leave you.” Kento turned around and give Fuma a hug. “I promise.”
“I’m sorry about the fight.”
“You… remembered?”
“Un. I saw our picture, the one where you kissed me and they just came back to me…”
Kento tightened his grip around Fuma. “I’m sorry too.”
Fuma soaked himself in the embrace until Kento pulled apart. They stared at each other for a while before Kento run his fingers through Fuma’s hair and leaned in for a kiss.
They took the kiss to bed and cuddled with each other.
“Let’s not fight anymore.”
“I’ll try.”
“And don’t you dare to forget about me again.”
“Un.”