Flight
Title: Flight
Chapter: 1/1
Author: kiroyo
Genre: Slight angst, slight drama, slight fluff?
Warnings: None
Disclaimer: I own no one.
Rating: PG13
Pairing: Kai x Reita
Synopsis: If only noises would keep it all out.
Comments: Comments make me happy, like little bits of candy :3
Swiveling his thumb clockwise, Kai tuned up the volume of his iPod and let his eyelids fall shut. Scrunching his eyebrows as he concentrated on the rhythmic beating of the drums, he willed himself to block out the other two voices which were barely a meter away from him. He didn't need nor did he want to know about the hospital bills and how their related kin(s) was doing. Kai was aware that it was entirely selfish of him to shut out all those real issues and seek refuge in music, but he couldn't help it.
His father had told him that it was none of his business and all he was responsible for was his studies and grades. But yet his father had nullified that rule when he sought him in the middle of the night to rant, to pour out his troubles on him. Piles after piles of verbal diarrhea dumped on Kai's ears, rendering him unable to sleep at night as those words swirled around ceaselessly in his subconscious.
His mother was no better. Now, it wasn't that he didn't love his parents, and he wasn't a spoiled rascal either. As an older child in the family, he was well aware of his role - to shoulder excess burdens his parents could not handle and cope with it all alone as his younger sister did not deserve to have her childhood eaten away by such unnecessary adult problems.
"Oh Kai, what are we to do?" his mother would say. Sighing as she rested her head on her son who outgrew her two years ago. Kai would comb his fingers through her thinning hair, stray white strands peeking out at him under the layers of black, and say the same line he always did, "We'll be okay mum."
And Kai would pray, despite being a non-believer, he would hope with all his might that his signature line would come true. But when all these proved too much for his plate to hold, Kai would return again to the battered drum set at the corner of his crammed room. He would play, unsynchronized frustrated beats banged off the snare, producing noises he wished were loud enough to overpower the others in his head but it was never the case.
When that failed, Kai would retreat out of his house to the one next door. A young blonde man would greet him, a hand extended to lead him in. And on the couch, Kai would sigh and rest his head on the sturdy broad shoulders. But he never said what his mother always did; he needn't. The blonde's fingers would weave through his hair and come to a stop on his shoulder, before letting his head rest atop Kai's.
Despite the stark silence of that house and the absolute absence of words, as compared to the noises Kai used when without the presence of the other, just being like this always worked like a magic door for him to escape.
A/N: In exactly 500 words woo! Okay, -.-
Chapter: 1/1
Author: kiroyo
Genre: Slight angst, slight drama, slight fluff?
Warnings: None
Disclaimer: I own no one.
Rating: PG13
Pairing: Kai x Reita
Synopsis: If only noises would keep it all out.
Comments: Comments make me happy, like little bits of candy :3
Swiveling his thumb clockwise, Kai tuned up the volume of his iPod and let his eyelids fall shut. Scrunching his eyebrows as he concentrated on the rhythmic beating of the drums, he willed himself to block out the other two voices which were barely a meter away from him. He didn't need nor did he want to know about the hospital bills and how their related kin(s) was doing. Kai was aware that it was entirely selfish of him to shut out all those real issues and seek refuge in music, but he couldn't help it.
His father had told him that it was none of his business and all he was responsible for was his studies and grades. But yet his father had nullified that rule when he sought him in the middle of the night to rant, to pour out his troubles on him. Piles after piles of verbal diarrhea dumped on Kai's ears, rendering him unable to sleep at night as those words swirled around ceaselessly in his subconscious.
His mother was no better. Now, it wasn't that he didn't love his parents, and he wasn't a spoiled rascal either. As an older child in the family, he was well aware of his role - to shoulder excess burdens his parents could not handle and cope with it all alone as his younger sister did not deserve to have her childhood eaten away by such unnecessary adult problems.
"Oh Kai, what are we to do?" his mother would say. Sighing as she rested her head on her son who outgrew her two years ago. Kai would comb his fingers through her thinning hair, stray white strands peeking out at him under the layers of black, and say the same line he always did, "We'll be okay mum."
And Kai would pray, despite being a non-believer, he would hope with all his might that his signature line would come true. But when all these proved too much for his plate to hold, Kai would return again to the battered drum set at the corner of his crammed room. He would play, unsynchronized frustrated beats banged off the snare, producing noises he wished were loud enough to overpower the others in his head but it was never the case.
When that failed, Kai would retreat out of his house to the one next door. A young blonde man would greet him, a hand extended to lead him in. And on the couch, Kai would sigh and rest his head on the sturdy broad shoulders. But he never said what his mother always did; he needn't. The blonde's fingers would weave through his hair and come to a stop on his shoulder, before letting his head rest atop Kai's.
Despite the stark silence of that house and the absolute absence of words, as compared to the noises Kai used when without the presence of the other, just being like this always worked like a magic door for him to escape.
A/N: In exactly 500 words woo! Okay, -.-