Fictober 2019 Day 11 - Prompt: Wings
Title: Wings
Pairing: Kyomoto Taiga / Shirota Yu
Warning: Character death, suicide mention
A/N: Day 11 of the Fictober Challenge I decided to try (here) .
Day 11 - Wings
They’re black and big, wide, and Taiga feels the wind on his face as the man flaps them, slowly landing down on the ground. The boy stares up at him in awe, forgets about his tears for a few moments, his small hands still holding tightly on his mother’s body that’s lying on the road, a few meters away from where their car crashed.
“You’re…you’re going to take her?” he asks between his sobs, and the man with the big wings slowly sinks down on his knees, one hand resting on the woman’s forehead. “You’re going to make her ok?”
He’s a little scared, but he grits his teeth, can’t let him take his mother away if he’s a bad man. She promised she will take him to the amusement park after school tomorrow, and Taiga is not going to let a big scary man take her away if he’s evil, no matter how beautiful his wings are.
“Can you help her?” he asks again, can’t hold his sniffles back anymore, can’t stand the smell of blood and smoke, either. “What’s your name? Are you bad?”
The man leans to the front to stroke his hair gently, looking a little concerned as he stares at him. His silver hair, it seems to be shining, and it’s unique, not the kind of hair Taiga has seen on people until now. But something, something feels off…
“Shirota.” He says after a little too much silence, and his eyes drift back to Taiga’s mother, a quiet sigh escaping his lips. “I will take her to a place where she won’t feel pain anymore, are you ok with that? Will you be able to survive without her for a little while, big boy?”
“Taiga.” He says, a little too harsh perhaps, but he wants that winged stranger to remember his name, wants him to remember who to return his mother to. “My name is Taiga.”
“Taiga.” Shirota repeats, and even though Taiga sees no reason for that, the older one smiles at him, before he rests both hands on his shoulders. “Can I take your mother to that place, Taiga? Her body will stay here with you, but she won’t be in pain anymore. I promise you that.”
Those wings, they are so beautiful…Taiga nods, clenching his mother’s coat, swallowing another sob down. He has wings, he must be good, right? He must be telling the truth…
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It will be dawn soon, and up here, there are no noises. The wind isn’t that strong, either, but the temperature is still a little cool. Not that it matters.
Taiga stands at the edge of the building, moved past the railing. Looking down doesn’t scare him, it only brings him peace. He loves the sky at this hour, all the light blue colors, the hint of gold that will bring the sun soon. Used to wake up at this hour at the orphanage, take a stolen glimpse out of his window.
He lifts one foot from the floor, lets it hover over the world for a few seconds. Letting go isn’t scary, but somehow, he wants to savior the moment. Wants to treasure those last moments where it’s finally quiet, where no one is giving him a hard time.
The sound behind him, it’s familiar, even though it’s been way too long since the last time he heard it. He pulls his foot back slowly, leans his head back, takes another breath of fresh air.
“Taiga.”
He turns to look to his right, Shirota standing next to him, the big, dark wings still unfolded. He had a feeling this would happen. Maybe he was even hoping for it.
“You didn’t want to scare me.” He says placidly, stares ahead at the sky again. “15 years ago, that day. You didn’t want to scare me with your true identity, so you gave me a random name. Because telling me what you really are would scare me.”
“It wasn’t random.” Shirota replies with the same meek tone, and it’s really beautiful, and peaceful, how they can have a proper conversation now. “Centuries ago, when I was still a human, that was my name.”
Well, that’s new. It takes a moment to sink in, it takes a moment for Taiga to realize that he actually remembered his name, when he’s probably dealt with thousands of people since that day.
“So…am I also going to turn into one?” he asks, and Shirota turns to look at him, a weird serenity written all over his face.
“Only if you’re strong enough for this. It’s not something anyone can do.”
Probably not strong enough. No, if he was strong enough, he wouldn’t be standing at the edge of this roof, ready to let go. He reaches out, fingers wrapping around Shirota’s, and Shirota lets him do so, doesn’t tell him to stop, doesn’t tell him it’s not right.
“Whenever I’m ready?” he asks, and Shirota nods, his thumb brushing over Taiga’s knuckles with a reassuring expression.
“Whenever you’re ready.” He confirms, and it spreads through his veins. Peace. Peace, finally, after all those years of struggling.
He takes one step forward again, and then jumps. And he can hear them, those beautiful wings. Until the end, he can hear them.
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Pairing: Kyomoto Taiga / Shirota Yu
Warning: Character death, suicide mention
A/N: Day 11 of the Fictober Challenge I decided to try (here) .
Day 11 - Wings
They’re black and big, wide, and Taiga feels the wind on his face as the man flaps them, slowly landing down on the ground. The boy stares up at him in awe, forgets about his tears for a few moments, his small hands still holding tightly on his mother’s body that’s lying on the road, a few meters away from where their car crashed.
“You’re…you’re going to take her?” he asks between his sobs, and the man with the big wings slowly sinks down on his knees, one hand resting on the woman’s forehead. “You’re going to make her ok?”
He’s a little scared, but he grits his teeth, can’t let him take his mother away if he’s a bad man. She promised she will take him to the amusement park after school tomorrow, and Taiga is not going to let a big scary man take her away if he’s evil, no matter how beautiful his wings are.
“Can you help her?” he asks again, can’t hold his sniffles back anymore, can’t stand the smell of blood and smoke, either. “What’s your name? Are you bad?”
The man leans to the front to stroke his hair gently, looking a little concerned as he stares at him. His silver hair, it seems to be shining, and it’s unique, not the kind of hair Taiga has seen on people until now. But something, something feels off…
“Shirota.” He says after a little too much silence, and his eyes drift back to Taiga’s mother, a quiet sigh escaping his lips. “I will take her to a place where she won’t feel pain anymore, are you ok with that? Will you be able to survive without her for a little while, big boy?”
“Taiga.” He says, a little too harsh perhaps, but he wants that winged stranger to remember his name, wants him to remember who to return his mother to. “My name is Taiga.”
“Taiga.” Shirota repeats, and even though Taiga sees no reason for that, the older one smiles at him, before he rests both hands on his shoulders. “Can I take your mother to that place, Taiga? Her body will stay here with you, but she won’t be in pain anymore. I promise you that.”
Those wings, they are so beautiful…Taiga nods, clenching his mother’s coat, swallowing another sob down. He has wings, he must be good, right? He must be telling the truth…
……………………………………………………………………………………………………………..
It will be dawn soon, and up here, there are no noises. The wind isn’t that strong, either, but the temperature is still a little cool. Not that it matters.
Taiga stands at the edge of the building, moved past the railing. Looking down doesn’t scare him, it only brings him peace. He loves the sky at this hour, all the light blue colors, the hint of gold that will bring the sun soon. Used to wake up at this hour at the orphanage, take a stolen glimpse out of his window.
He lifts one foot from the floor, lets it hover over the world for a few seconds. Letting go isn’t scary, but somehow, he wants to savior the moment. Wants to treasure those last moments where it’s finally quiet, where no one is giving him a hard time.
The sound behind him, it’s familiar, even though it’s been way too long since the last time he heard it. He pulls his foot back slowly, leans his head back, takes another breath of fresh air.
“Taiga.”
He turns to look to his right, Shirota standing next to him, the big, dark wings still unfolded. He had a feeling this would happen. Maybe he was even hoping for it.
“You didn’t want to scare me.” He says placidly, stares ahead at the sky again. “15 years ago, that day. You didn’t want to scare me with your true identity, so you gave me a random name. Because telling me what you really are would scare me.”
“It wasn’t random.” Shirota replies with the same meek tone, and it’s really beautiful, and peaceful, how they can have a proper conversation now. “Centuries ago, when I was still a human, that was my name.”
Well, that’s new. It takes a moment to sink in, it takes a moment for Taiga to realize that he actually remembered his name, when he’s probably dealt with thousands of people since that day.
“So…am I also going to turn into one?” he asks, and Shirota turns to look at him, a weird serenity written all over his face.
“Only if you’re strong enough for this. It’s not something anyone can do.”
Probably not strong enough. No, if he was strong enough, he wouldn’t be standing at the edge of this roof, ready to let go. He reaches out, fingers wrapping around Shirota’s, and Shirota lets him do so, doesn’t tell him to stop, doesn’t tell him it’s not right.
“Whenever I’m ready?” he asks, and Shirota nods, his thumb brushing over Taiga’s knuckles with a reassuring expression.
“Whenever you’re ready.” He confirms, and it spreads through his veins. Peace. Peace, finally, after all those years of struggling.
He takes one step forward again, and then jumps. And he can hear them, those beautiful wings. Until the end, he can hear them.
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