Collab no. 2 - the beginning!
alright! let's get this thing started!
It took me so damn long to finally write the first part.
anyways, since there's more ppl in this collab than the one before, to anyone who's interested in reading,
there characters are:
Aiji - bluewings5
Jun - negiyou
Kirito/Kohta - aliale (yes, I'm in for a split Murata identity crisis XD )
first part up the, Kirito's POV.
There are times, when people seem distant, where those closest to one’s heart seem like strangers.
Hiding their feelings, hiding their pains and joys, hiding everything from the world.
There are days when someone’s eyes bloom with every little emotion, only to die like a moth in the flames a second later.
There are evenings when those who claim to be friends look at each other like complete strangers that bump into each other on the crowded streets.
After long years, after all the days and nights spent together, after sharing everything there was to share...
This is starting to hurt.
* * *
I’m trying to make up my mind right now...
I’m trying to figure out what to think, as I look at the three people in front of me.
Takeo already left, claiming he had an important meeting with some of his family’s law representatives.
They’re putting their stuff away, theoretically in the same fashion as they have been doing it for years now.
Jun smiling to himself, running through the melody of the last song we practiced, in his head, that I’m sure of. He always does so, being the musical being that he is.
My little brother deep in his thoughts, taking care of his bass almost lovingly, putting it away in the velour case.
Aiji quiet, a little tired, as if the practice worn him out, he collects his notes and puts them in order, before turning to his guitar.
theoretically, nothing that should make me curious or worried.
I wouldn’t be a good leader though, if I couldn’t sense more than they offer to show me.
I wouldn’t be a good friend if I didn’t see how tense every fiber in Aiji was, as he tries damn hard to keep his gestures and moves collected.
I wouldn’t be a good soul mate if I didn’t see that Jun is trying his damn hardest not to jump up and bounce.
I wouldn’t be a good brother if I didn’t feel how badly Kohta wants to turn around and gaze at the vibrant one.
Do they really think I wouldn’t notice?
I drown out the urge to sigh out loudly and shake my head, I don’t really want any of their attention right now.
I like to observe people, I like to feel the air around them, noticing how lightly it changes.
How they fake their acts all of the sudden, only to fall back into the real people I know they are.
I shouldn’t be surprised that Kohta fell in love with my soul mate.
Jun’s just that kind of a person who brightens everyone’s world, without often realizing he does so.
And my little brother offers back the feeling of safety, capable of protecting that little shining star of our band.
I ponder about that for a while.
I should be happy.
I mean it is so obvious that they’re an item, that they stumbled onto each other, finding a way into each other’s eyes, minds, hearts.
Something pains me still...
As if there would be something amiss in the perfect picture they are.
I catch the way Aiji forces his eyes to remain glued on his guitar case, as he touched the smoothe wooden body of his instrument gently, hearing Jun laugh about something my brother said.
Right...
There’s still the pretty one left here.
I don’t mean anything ill by saying that... Aiji is pretty.
The tallest of us, with his willowy body and long legs, I mean what’s there that wouldn’t be considered pretty in him?
Though I always was fascinated by his eyes.
Big eyes that always held sugh a sad quality in them, brown depths that seemed like an abyss even when he laughed and smiled shyly.
Now those eyes are usually hidden behind half-closed heavy lids, as if he tried to keep all of his feelings and emotions to himslef, not wanting anyone to pick up on them.
I crush my burned out cigarette in the ashtrey, and shake my head in silent amusement.
People say that the worst way to miss the one you love is to have them sitting right beside you, and knowing you’re not able to have them at all.
I guess that Aiji’s learning this the hard way...
I look at Jun for a moment and I can’t help but smile at him, as he looks at me briefly.
He surely is such an intimidating creature... always full of smiles and bubbles of laughter, making him seem all child-like innocent.
Hiding a sensitive sould underneath, and a passionate heart for whatever he does.
He makes poeple love him unconditionally,, without even realizing how strong his hold on their souls is.
I cough lightly and stand up, brushing my shirt lightly.
Slowly I come up to Aiji, who’s still kneeling near his guitar case.
Resting my hands on his shoulders, and making him look up at me.
His eyes enormous from this perspective, wide open for the first time in a longer while, allowing me to drink in whatever emotion swirls in their depths.
“Wanna go out with me tonight, Aichuu?” I ask with a small smile “It’s been a while”
He gives me a smile in return, his eyes squinting a bit.
That’s his way of saying a unsure “yes”.
We both can hear Jun and Kohta planning the eve for them as well, and his smile falls from his face.
I don’t want that.
I lean in closer to whisper into his ear.
“Never frown, even when you are sad, because you never know who is falling in love with your smile.”
Right...
I feel his body tense, even as I pull away with a promise I’ll pick him up at 9 this eve.
I wonder how everything will go on from today.
Somehow I feel like I made a move I shouldn’t...
But still I can’t wait to see everything develop, and I’m thrilled to know I’m going to be a part of it.
It took me so damn long to finally write the first part.
anyways, since there's more ppl in this collab than the one before, to anyone who's interested in reading,
there characters are:
Aiji - bluewings5
Jun - negiyou
Kirito/Kohta - aliale (yes, I'm in for a split Murata identity crisis XD )
first part up the, Kirito's POV.
There are times, when people seem distant, where those closest to one’s heart seem like strangers.
Hiding their feelings, hiding their pains and joys, hiding everything from the world.
There are days when someone’s eyes bloom with every little emotion, only to die like a moth in the flames a second later.
There are evenings when those who claim to be friends look at each other like complete strangers that bump into each other on the crowded streets.
After long years, after all the days and nights spent together, after sharing everything there was to share...
This is starting to hurt.
* * *
I’m trying to make up my mind right now...
I’m trying to figure out what to think, as I look at the three people in front of me.
Takeo already left, claiming he had an important meeting with some of his family’s law representatives.
They’re putting their stuff away, theoretically in the same fashion as they have been doing it for years now.
Jun smiling to himself, running through the melody of the last song we practiced, in his head, that I’m sure of. He always does so, being the musical being that he is.
My little brother deep in his thoughts, taking care of his bass almost lovingly, putting it away in the velour case.
Aiji quiet, a little tired, as if the practice worn him out, he collects his notes and puts them in order, before turning to his guitar.
theoretically, nothing that should make me curious or worried.
I wouldn’t be a good leader though, if I couldn’t sense more than they offer to show me.
I wouldn’t be a good friend if I didn’t see how tense every fiber in Aiji was, as he tries damn hard to keep his gestures and moves collected.
I wouldn’t be a good soul mate if I didn’t see that Jun is trying his damn hardest not to jump up and bounce.
I wouldn’t be a good brother if I didn’t feel how badly Kohta wants to turn around and gaze at the vibrant one.
Do they really think I wouldn’t notice?
I drown out the urge to sigh out loudly and shake my head, I don’t really want any of their attention right now.
I like to observe people, I like to feel the air around them, noticing how lightly it changes.
How they fake their acts all of the sudden, only to fall back into the real people I know they are.
I shouldn’t be surprised that Kohta fell in love with my soul mate.
Jun’s just that kind of a person who brightens everyone’s world, without often realizing he does so.
And my little brother offers back the feeling of safety, capable of protecting that little shining star of our band.
I ponder about that for a while.
I should be happy.
I mean it is so obvious that they’re an item, that they stumbled onto each other, finding a way into each other’s eyes, minds, hearts.
Something pains me still...
As if there would be something amiss in the perfect picture they are.
I catch the way Aiji forces his eyes to remain glued on his guitar case, as he touched the smoothe wooden body of his instrument gently, hearing Jun laugh about something my brother said.
Right...
There’s still the pretty one left here.
I don’t mean anything ill by saying that... Aiji is pretty.
The tallest of us, with his willowy body and long legs, I mean what’s there that wouldn’t be considered pretty in him?
Though I always was fascinated by his eyes.
Big eyes that always held sugh a sad quality in them, brown depths that seemed like an abyss even when he laughed and smiled shyly.
Now those eyes are usually hidden behind half-closed heavy lids, as if he tried to keep all of his feelings and emotions to himslef, not wanting anyone to pick up on them.
I crush my burned out cigarette in the ashtrey, and shake my head in silent amusement.
People say that the worst way to miss the one you love is to have them sitting right beside you, and knowing you’re not able to have them at all.
I guess that Aiji’s learning this the hard way...
I look at Jun for a moment and I can’t help but smile at him, as he looks at me briefly.
He surely is such an intimidating creature... always full of smiles and bubbles of laughter, making him seem all child-like innocent.
Hiding a sensitive sould underneath, and a passionate heart for whatever he does.
He makes poeple love him unconditionally,, without even realizing how strong his hold on their souls is.
I cough lightly and stand up, brushing my shirt lightly.
Slowly I come up to Aiji, who’s still kneeling near his guitar case.
Resting my hands on his shoulders, and making him look up at me.
His eyes enormous from this perspective, wide open for the first time in a longer while, allowing me to drink in whatever emotion swirls in their depths.
“Wanna go out with me tonight, Aichuu?” I ask with a small smile “It’s been a while”
He gives me a smile in return, his eyes squinting a bit.
That’s his way of saying a unsure “yes”.
We both can hear Jun and Kohta planning the eve for them as well, and his smile falls from his face.
I don’t want that.
I lean in closer to whisper into his ear.
“Never frown, even when you are sad, because you never know who is falling in love with your smile.”
Right...
I feel his body tense, even as I pull away with a promise I’ll pick him up at 9 this eve.
I wonder how everything will go on from today.
Somehow I feel like I made a move I shouldn’t...
But still I can’t wait to see everything develop, and I’m thrilled to know I’m going to be a part of it.