The most wasted of all days is one without laughter. ~e.e. cummings
Title: A Jester In Kind
Author: Deathless Juliet
Rating: PG-13
Fandom: X
Pairing/Characters: Fuuma/Kamui
Disclaimer: X belongs to its brilliant creators, CLAMP.
Summary: The end is the beginning.
Theme: #1, Laughter
Notes: For 30_smirks
"The most wasted of all days is one without laughter." -e.e. cummings
A Jester in Kind
“Come on, come on, it’s almost midnight!” Fuuma wakes Kamui up cheerfully, peering into the dark bedroom.
He sits up, groggy and not entirely sure where he is. He squints at the silhouette in the white rectangle of the lit doorway, blinking his sleepy purple eyes prettily.
Dazed, he’s hauled up off of the wide bed by his smiling cousin and dragged to the living room, which is darkly blue with the neon glow of the TV. Plopping on the couch, he rubs his eyes and sighs, his mind gearing up to focus on the present.
“Something wrong?” Fuuma asks, his eyes warm with concern. Kamui curls against him, resting his head on the broad shoulder, folding his legs adjacent to Fuuma.
“I just had the strangest dream.” Kamui murmurs, burrowing his face against his cousin’s neck, nuzzling him happily. “It was 1999, and you and I were fighting to decide the end of the world, and you were evil, and…it was so awful. It all felt so real.” He shudders. “I couldn’t do anything.”
Fuuma pauses, then bursts into a ripple of deep, familiar chuckles. “That could never happen. We were only seventeen, then.” He smiles. “You weren’t hyped up on medicine or coffee before you fell asleep, were you?”
“No,” Kamui says indignantly, swatting at him playfully. “Always assuming the worst of me.”
“Well, you haven’t given me a reason not to.” Fuuma laughs. “Remember Christmas before last? I still can’t believe you gave me those boxers to open in front of my father.”
“Oh yeah.” Kamui is shaking with mirth, wiping tears from his eyes. He’s running low on the air required to laugh, his shoulders trembling with the need to. His happiness is bubbling up within him, rising and swirling like dandelion puffs in the summer wind.
“Shh, the countdown’s starting.” Fuuma gazes intently at the TV screen, where Tokyo Tower is brightly lit, the area around it crowded with people in a bizarre mix of modern fashion and traditional kimonos celebrating the last moments of the year. The two count down the final seconds together, warm and happy and living.
An explosion of streamers arcs above the crowd, loud cheers erupting from their unconcerned minds. The night is glittering with stars.
They turn their attention away from the TV, to each other.
“So, where’s my New Year’s kiss?” Kamui demands, a cocky smirk decorating his face. “It’s tradition, you know, and since you’re the only one here, I guess you’ll have to do.”
“Shut up.” Fuuma leans in, smiling into their kiss, this loving joy they both share.
“Do you want to stay here, or go to the shrines?” Fuuma asks as Kamui stretches back out languidly.
“I think I’d rather go back to bed,” Kamui grins invitingly, pressing closer against the warm body next to him, letting out a girlish squeal of surprise as Fuuma easily scoops him up and carries him haphazardly to down the hall to their shared bedroom.
They disappear behind the door, enclosed into their own world, loving together to start a new day, a new year, where their future is unmarred by the bounds of circumstance and fate, where possibilities are endless. The year stretches out, like a dream of sunshine and time, long and alluring before them.
That road, this journey, begins today.
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Happy New Year’s, everyone! I pray that it will be a wonderful year for everybody, despite the hardships that are inevitable in life.
As always, please comment.
Author: Deathless Juliet
Rating: PG-13
Fandom: X
Pairing/Characters: Fuuma/Kamui
Disclaimer: X belongs to its brilliant creators, CLAMP.
Summary: The end is the beginning.
Theme: #1, Laughter
Notes: For 30_smirks
"The most wasted of all days is one without laughter." -e.e. cummings
A Jester in Kind
“Come on, come on, it’s almost midnight!” Fuuma wakes Kamui up cheerfully, peering into the dark bedroom.
He sits up, groggy and not entirely sure where he is. He squints at the silhouette in the white rectangle of the lit doorway, blinking his sleepy purple eyes prettily.
Dazed, he’s hauled up off of the wide bed by his smiling cousin and dragged to the living room, which is darkly blue with the neon glow of the TV. Plopping on the couch, he rubs his eyes and sighs, his mind gearing up to focus on the present.
“Something wrong?” Fuuma asks, his eyes warm with concern. Kamui curls against him, resting his head on the broad shoulder, folding his legs adjacent to Fuuma.
“I just had the strangest dream.” Kamui murmurs, burrowing his face against his cousin’s neck, nuzzling him happily. “It was 1999, and you and I were fighting to decide the end of the world, and you were evil, and…it was so awful. It all felt so real.” He shudders. “I couldn’t do anything.”
Fuuma pauses, then bursts into a ripple of deep, familiar chuckles. “That could never happen. We were only seventeen, then.” He smiles. “You weren’t hyped up on medicine or coffee before you fell asleep, were you?”
“No,” Kamui says indignantly, swatting at him playfully. “Always assuming the worst of me.”
“Well, you haven’t given me a reason not to.” Fuuma laughs. “Remember Christmas before last? I still can’t believe you gave me those boxers to open in front of my father.”
“Oh yeah.” Kamui is shaking with mirth, wiping tears from his eyes. He’s running low on the air required to laugh, his shoulders trembling with the need to. His happiness is bubbling up within him, rising and swirling like dandelion puffs in the summer wind.
“Shh, the countdown’s starting.” Fuuma gazes intently at the TV screen, where Tokyo Tower is brightly lit, the area around it crowded with people in a bizarre mix of modern fashion and traditional kimonos celebrating the last moments of the year. The two count down the final seconds together, warm and happy and living.
An explosion of streamers arcs above the crowd, loud cheers erupting from their unconcerned minds. The night is glittering with stars.
They turn their attention away from the TV, to each other.
“So, where’s my New Year’s kiss?” Kamui demands, a cocky smirk decorating his face. “It’s tradition, you know, and since you’re the only one here, I guess you’ll have to do.”
“Shut up.” Fuuma leans in, smiling into their kiss, this loving joy they both share.
“Do you want to stay here, or go to the shrines?” Fuuma asks as Kamui stretches back out languidly.
“I think I’d rather go back to bed,” Kamui grins invitingly, pressing closer against the warm body next to him, letting out a girlish squeal of surprise as Fuuma easily scoops him up and carries him haphazardly to down the hall to their shared bedroom.
They disappear behind the door, enclosed into their own world, loving together to start a new day, a new year, where their future is unmarred by the bounds of circumstance and fate, where possibilities are endless. The year stretches out, like a dream of sunshine and time, long and alluring before them.
That road, this journey, begins today.
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX
Happy New Year’s, everyone! I pray that it will be a wonderful year for everybody, despite the hardships that are inevitable in life.
As always, please comment.