Photographic Memory
Title - Photographic Memory
Beta: prelude_of_ruin
Rating - PG-13
Warnings - angst, mentions of things ;D
Pairing- Miku/Takuya
Disclaimers - I write fiction ;__; Only fiction
Word Count: 930
Author Note: Just a small something written
on the spur of the moment. Inspired by this pretty little song by Emilie Autumn.
“Won’t you tell me why we always come here?” was the innocent question. Miku only smiled. “Because, you match so well with my red and white motif. Rusty hair and ivory skin. Isn’t it obvious? Ah- and when you blush like that, you match even more. You belong here with me. You belong.”
Months had passed since those words graced Takuya’s ears. The blurred visual memory of that dawn still struggled on in a corner of his memory. The only words he could remember. Every other detail was full of color; full of Miku’s face. A hazy night spent with his vocalist that changed his life, only to be reversed by simple words.
I think we should forget about us. I’m sorry.
Takuya sat up from his futon and frowned. That sweet memory was beginning to fade. He sighed and shook his head, trying not to forget. He felt a lump his throat, gathered there from unwanted sorrow. This wasn’t right.
This doesn’t feel right… waking up here. Alone.
The thoughts chased each other as he absent-mindedly watched the tea pot begin to boil and scream. The mornings weren’t lazy like this a few months ago. Cartoons, children’s cereal, a hyperactive puppy and owner and rare occurrences of rushed passion.
I guess I don’t know what I’ve got till it’s gone.
The sudden change made Takuya want to forget himself, so he did. Looking in the mirror was hard to get used to, his innocent features obscured by darkened hair. But somehow, he couldn’t outgrow the feeling of wanting to belong…. To belong to him. But no matter what, Takuya was no longer a part of Miku’s collection. Takuya’s eyes fell on his guitar.
This is what I must devote myself to now. My new soul.
The ringing of Takuya’s cell phone was unwelcome at first, but guilty pleasure took over with a glance of the caller ID.
“Hello. Takuya here.”
“Hi Takuyacchi. It’s Saturday! But not just any Saturday. We have today off. Such a relief with our huge tour coming up. I’m so excited. It’s crazy. So crazy. Hahahaha.”
“I know Miku. I know. I just woke up. I’m feeling sorta…er…sluggish.”
‘That’s alright. I thought, well, we haven’t done anything together for a while.”
“What’s on your mind?”
Takuya was submitting himself to torture, he knew it; but it was the best kind of torture.
Perhaps this is how it feels to quit smoking. The achy withdraw. The temptation. And you just give in so easily.
And the next thing Takuya knew, he was wandering the streets with his ex-lover, hoping and wishing and dreaming so intensely he wouldn’t be surprised if he became a magnet for Mikus. Takuya, so preoccupied by memorizing every whimsical smile, every infectious giggle, every friendly touch on his shoulder, completely missed the sunset and the taste of the crepes they shared. Maybe he was forgetting the more important things too.
Today was once in a lifetime, but I’m so selfish trying to remember someone I see every other day.
It seemed the only way to make sense of the situation was to be honest. They sat in a family restaurant, Miku animatedly recounting something funny that Nyappy did. Takuya decided to interject. “Miku, why is it that I see you so often but… I miss you? I miss you so much.”
Miku stopped talking at once, his expression thoughtful. “I don’t know. It beats me Takuya. Why do you miss me?”
I think we should forget about us.
Miku forgot. He forgot so easily too. Takuya chewed his lip, trying to keep his melancholy subdued. “Miku… I know you haven’t forgotten completely, so please stop pretending. It hurts.” Takuya’s voice quavered in a way that didn’t quite fit his grown-up appearance.
“Takuya, Takuya, Takuya! It’s okay really. I thought- I didn’t know.”
“You thought I’d forgotten? I can’t. “
“Well, I’m sorry Takuya. You know we can’t go back to the way things were. It’s not as simple as it sounds.” Miku was showing his serious side now. This was his side that hated childish girls, accepted his own spontaneous tendencies and looked at the world with a mind much older than Teruki was teased to be. For some reason it was this side that Takuya liked the most. It was the Miku that comforted Takuya when his grandfather died and accompanied him to the funeral. It was also the Miku that told him that night that he belonged with him in his world of red and white.
Please don’t leave me alone. No matter what I’m still a child inside.
“I-I still don’t understand why, Miku. Why did you let me… let us go?”
Miku shook his head slowly, gazing out the window.
“How could you have forgotten? We are important members of a famous band, Takuyacchi. If we had a disagreement, what would happen to An Café? Think of the cafekko.”
Of course. He loves the fans so much more than himself even.
“I did the best I could to keep us together, Takuya. But… it doesn’t help.” He stared at Takuya a knowing and gentle gaze in his eyes. “Love is like a perfumed candle, even if the flame disappears the aroma will be still here.” Then he chuckled. “Takuya, maybe if you want we could go back to my apartment and watch television or something.”
“You know I can’t refuse… Mikusuke”
They both laughed at the nickname and made motions to leave.
But I still miss you. My heart is still heavy with memories… memories that I’m losing. Maybe it’s time for new ones.
Beta: prelude_of_ruin
Rating - PG-13
Warnings - angst, mentions of things ;D
Pairing- Miku/Takuya
Disclaimers - I write fiction ;__; Only fiction
Word Count: 930
Author Note: Just a small something written
on the spur of the moment. Inspired by this pretty little song by Emilie Autumn.
“Won’t you tell me why we always come here?” was the innocent question. Miku only smiled. “Because, you match so well with my red and white motif. Rusty hair and ivory skin. Isn’t it obvious? Ah- and when you blush like that, you match even more. You belong here with me. You belong.”
Months had passed since those words graced Takuya’s ears. The blurred visual memory of that dawn still struggled on in a corner of his memory. The only words he could remember. Every other detail was full of color; full of Miku’s face. A hazy night spent with his vocalist that changed his life, only to be reversed by simple words.
I think we should forget about us. I’m sorry.
Takuya sat up from his futon and frowned. That sweet memory was beginning to fade. He sighed and shook his head, trying not to forget. He felt a lump his throat, gathered there from unwanted sorrow. This wasn’t right.
This doesn’t feel right… waking up here. Alone.
The thoughts chased each other as he absent-mindedly watched the tea pot begin to boil and scream. The mornings weren’t lazy like this a few months ago. Cartoons, children’s cereal, a hyperactive puppy and owner and rare occurrences of rushed passion.
I guess I don’t know what I’ve got till it’s gone.
The sudden change made Takuya want to forget himself, so he did. Looking in the mirror was hard to get used to, his innocent features obscured by darkened hair. But somehow, he couldn’t outgrow the feeling of wanting to belong…. To belong to him. But no matter what, Takuya was no longer a part of Miku’s collection. Takuya’s eyes fell on his guitar.
This is what I must devote myself to now. My new soul.
The ringing of Takuya’s cell phone was unwelcome at first, but guilty pleasure took over with a glance of the caller ID.
“Hello. Takuya here.”
“Hi Takuyacchi. It’s Saturday! But not just any Saturday. We have today off. Such a relief with our huge tour coming up. I’m so excited. It’s crazy. So crazy. Hahahaha.”
“I know Miku. I know. I just woke up. I’m feeling sorta…er…sluggish.”
‘That’s alright. I thought, well, we haven’t done anything together for a while.”
“What’s on your mind?”
Takuya was submitting himself to torture, he knew it; but it was the best kind of torture.
Perhaps this is how it feels to quit smoking. The achy withdraw. The temptation. And you just give in so easily.
And the next thing Takuya knew, he was wandering the streets with his ex-lover, hoping and wishing and dreaming so intensely he wouldn’t be surprised if he became a magnet for Mikus. Takuya, so preoccupied by memorizing every whimsical smile, every infectious giggle, every friendly touch on his shoulder, completely missed the sunset and the taste of the crepes they shared. Maybe he was forgetting the more important things too.
Today was once in a lifetime, but I’m so selfish trying to remember someone I see every other day.
It seemed the only way to make sense of the situation was to be honest. They sat in a family restaurant, Miku animatedly recounting something funny that Nyappy did. Takuya decided to interject. “Miku, why is it that I see you so often but… I miss you? I miss you so much.”
Miku stopped talking at once, his expression thoughtful. “I don’t know. It beats me Takuya. Why do you miss me?”
I think we should forget about us.
Miku forgot. He forgot so easily too. Takuya chewed his lip, trying to keep his melancholy subdued. “Miku… I know you haven’t forgotten completely, so please stop pretending. It hurts.” Takuya’s voice quavered in a way that didn’t quite fit his grown-up appearance.
“Takuya, Takuya, Takuya! It’s okay really. I thought- I didn’t know.”
“You thought I’d forgotten? I can’t. “
“Well, I’m sorry Takuya. You know we can’t go back to the way things were. It’s not as simple as it sounds.” Miku was showing his serious side now. This was his side that hated childish girls, accepted his own spontaneous tendencies and looked at the world with a mind much older than Teruki was teased to be. For some reason it was this side that Takuya liked the most. It was the Miku that comforted Takuya when his grandfather died and accompanied him to the funeral. It was also the Miku that told him that night that he belonged with him in his world of red and white.
Please don’t leave me alone. No matter what I’m still a child inside.
“I-I still don’t understand why, Miku. Why did you let me… let us go?”
Miku shook his head slowly, gazing out the window.
“How could you have forgotten? We are important members of a famous band, Takuyacchi. If we had a disagreement, what would happen to An Café? Think of the cafekko.”
Of course. He loves the fans so much more than himself even.
“I did the best I could to keep us together, Takuya. But… it doesn’t help.” He stared at Takuya a knowing and gentle gaze in his eyes. “Love is like a perfumed candle, even if the flame disappears the aroma will be still here.” Then he chuckled. “Takuya, maybe if you want we could go back to my apartment and watch television or something.”
“You know I can’t refuse… Mikusuke”
They both laughed at the nickname and made motions to leave.
But I still miss you. My heart is still heavy with memories… memories that I’m losing. Maybe it’s time for new ones.