[One-shot] eternity
Title : Eternity
Author : lovu_lovu_aiba
Beta : falkia *hugs tight until you can`t breath*
Pairing : Sakuraiba
Genre : Romance, fluff?
Rating : PG13
Disclaimer : I own them in my imagination and you read it now XD
Summary :
He’s old, the once handsome features now just a shadow of what they used to be, nothing more than an old trunk now. Aiba Masaki though he had lost everything he once was now that he is seventy… But he still has one thing, - the eternity of his love...
AN : written for saana_13 happy b`day dear XD lets do an arashian party or sumthing XD
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Masaki opened his eyes slowly. They felt so heavy. Every part of his body felt so stiff, everything hurt. It was like what he felt after a concert, he was so dead tired. His back felt numb; he couldn’t even turn his head because his neck was so stiff. When he heard someone snore loudly beside him he took a deep breath and tried to not to get mad at that person for ruining his mood right after he woke up.
He forced himself to sit up, because he knew if he didn’t move now, he probably wouldn`t leave the bed for the rest of the day. It wasn’t really a problem; if not for the fact that he had to clean the house and cook. But did have to do it, so he brought himself up to a sitting position, the arm hugging him slumping from his stomach to his lap. But the sleep of its owner wasn’t disturbed even a slightest bit. His face was hidden under the pillow and Masaki could only see his gray and white hair. He sighed, as he freed himself from the distorted embrace. The only response from the man sleeping beside him was a low mumble, before he went back to his deep sleep.
Masaki walked slowly to the bathroom, a luxurious one, with a wide mirror and marble sink underneath it. He walked closer and touched the cold and hard surface of the marble. He lifted his head to look at the reflection. No matter how many times he looked at that face, he still couldn’t get used to it…an old face. He touched the mirror and slowly traced his cheek`s reflection. He touched the reflection of the wrinkled corner of his eye. He couldn’t even count how many lines were printed on his forehead.
The time has deprived him of everything…his handsome face, his bright eyes, his ability to do everything fast, his powerful life…the time deprived him of life…left an old trunk, a useless one…
No girls were flailing over him anymore, his name wasn’t written on any uchiwa; he didn’t get out on the stage of a concert anymore, where the spotlight followed him. It wasn’t as if he regretted his life, he just missed it and wanted to turn back the time to get it back. Because he wasn’t more than an old boring man…
Eternity…it was just bullshit, there is not a single thing in this world that could last forever… Not even love…people said love could last forever, and Masaki believed it, or at least the young him believed it so much. But not now…when he and the man in the bedroom weren’t a passionate couple anymore, they were just a boring couple, sticking with each other because they didn’t have anyone else to stick with…not because of love anymore…
The reflection looked back at him from the mirror. He closed his eyes and tried to gather some strength to get through this day. But he felt some someone wrapping one arm around his waist, his other hand sandwiching Masaki`s hand with the mirror. He buried his face in Masaki`s neck, smelt and kissed it at the same time.
“What are you thinking in the morning…?” he whispered on the said neck.
Masaki opened his eyes and saw another of pair of eyes in the mirror, peeking from behind his shoulder, looking at him; the eyes that always made the butterflies flutter in his stomach. The sensation the gaze gave him never changed, even though its owner of was 70 years old now…
Masaki smiled, that touch always erased every fear and anxiety he could have. His words always made Masaki feel stronger, feel… younger. “Eternity…” he answered.
“Eternity…?” the other frowned (not that good of an idea, since it created a lot of new wrinkles on his forehead).
“I thought, that there was nothing that could last forever in this world…some minutes ago…but I think I`m wrong…” Masaki chuckled, “What is eternity for you?”
The man laughed softly in reply, pulling Masaki`s face slowly to face him and kissing his lips.
“For me eternity is our love…” he answered. Masaki smiled and felt like that stupid 17-year-old boy again. “How about you? What is eternity for you…?”
Masaki looked into those eyes and gave those lips a little peck before he answered, “My eternity is you, Sakurai Sho…”
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AN : it`s a very short one shot? yes it is XD lately I`m into short fic somehow~~ but I tried to keep the meaning behind the fic up ^.^
so I hope you still enjoyed it~~ XD
I`ll meet my arashian friends tomorrow, a gathering, yay!! finally~~ a life!! XD
ja~~ I`ll go sleep~~ oyaSHOmi <3
Author : lovu_lovu_aiba
Beta : falkia *hugs tight until you can`t breath*
Pairing : Sakuraiba
Genre : Romance, fluff?
Rating : PG13
Disclaimer : I own them in my imagination and you read it now XD
Summary :
He’s old, the once handsome features now just a shadow of what they used to be, nothing more than an old trunk now. Aiba Masaki though he had lost everything he once was now that he is seventy… But he still has one thing, - the eternity of his love...
AN : written for saana_13 happy b`day dear XD lets do an arashian party or sumthing XD
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Masaki opened his eyes slowly. They felt so heavy. Every part of his body felt so stiff, everything hurt. It was like what he felt after a concert, he was so dead tired. His back felt numb; he couldn’t even turn his head because his neck was so stiff. When he heard someone snore loudly beside him he took a deep breath and tried to not to get mad at that person for ruining his mood right after he woke up.
He forced himself to sit up, because he knew if he didn’t move now, he probably wouldn`t leave the bed for the rest of the day. It wasn’t really a problem; if not for the fact that he had to clean the house and cook. But did have to do it, so he brought himself up to a sitting position, the arm hugging him slumping from his stomach to his lap. But the sleep of its owner wasn’t disturbed even a slightest bit. His face was hidden under the pillow and Masaki could only see his gray and white hair. He sighed, as he freed himself from the distorted embrace. The only response from the man sleeping beside him was a low mumble, before he went back to his deep sleep.
Masaki walked slowly to the bathroom, a luxurious one, with a wide mirror and marble sink underneath it. He walked closer and touched the cold and hard surface of the marble. He lifted his head to look at the reflection. No matter how many times he looked at that face, he still couldn’t get used to it…an old face. He touched the mirror and slowly traced his cheek`s reflection. He touched the reflection of the wrinkled corner of his eye. He couldn’t even count how many lines were printed on his forehead.
The time has deprived him of everything…his handsome face, his bright eyes, his ability to do everything fast, his powerful life…the time deprived him of life…left an old trunk, a useless one…
No girls were flailing over him anymore, his name wasn’t written on any uchiwa; he didn’t get out on the stage of a concert anymore, where the spotlight followed him. It wasn’t as if he regretted his life, he just missed it and wanted to turn back the time to get it back. Because he wasn’t more than an old boring man…
Eternity…it was just bullshit, there is not a single thing in this world that could last forever… Not even love…people said love could last forever, and Masaki believed it, or at least the young him believed it so much. But not now…when he and the man in the bedroom weren’t a passionate couple anymore, they were just a boring couple, sticking with each other because they didn’t have anyone else to stick with…not because of love anymore…
The reflection looked back at him from the mirror. He closed his eyes and tried to gather some strength to get through this day. But he felt some someone wrapping one arm around his waist, his other hand sandwiching Masaki`s hand with the mirror. He buried his face in Masaki`s neck, smelt and kissed it at the same time.
“What are you thinking in the morning…?” he whispered on the said neck.
Masaki opened his eyes and saw another of pair of eyes in the mirror, peeking from behind his shoulder, looking at him; the eyes that always made the butterflies flutter in his stomach. The sensation the gaze gave him never changed, even though its owner of was 70 years old now…
Masaki smiled, that touch always erased every fear and anxiety he could have. His words always made Masaki feel stronger, feel… younger. “Eternity…” he answered.
“Eternity…?” the other frowned (not that good of an idea, since it created a lot of new wrinkles on his forehead).
“I thought, that there was nothing that could last forever in this world…some minutes ago…but I think I`m wrong…” Masaki chuckled, “What is eternity for you?”
The man laughed softly in reply, pulling Masaki`s face slowly to face him and kissing his lips.
“For me eternity is our love…” he answered. Masaki smiled and felt like that stupid 17-year-old boy again. “How about you? What is eternity for you…?”
Masaki looked into those eyes and gave those lips a little peck before he answered, “My eternity is you, Sakurai Sho…”
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AN : it`s a very short one shot? yes it is XD lately I`m into short fic somehow~~ but I tried to keep the meaning behind the fic up ^.^
so I hope you still enjoyed it~~ XD
I`ll meet my arashian friends tomorrow, a gathering, yay!! finally~~ a life!! XD
ja~~ I`ll go sleep~~ oyaSHOmi <3