[mekakuni] Memories of the Future ch.4
Title: Memories of the Future ch.4
Pairing: Namiki Masahiro/Someya Kaichou
Fandom: Mekakushi no Kuni
Theme: #27 overflow
Disclaimer: MnK belongs to Tsukuba Sakura.
Summary: ohanami, for 30_kisses
Words: 1155
Archive: lj | ffnet
"Namiki-san, over here!"
He saw Kanade wave at him, an exuberant smile on her face, one that caused him to smile inadvertently in return. He waved back as he made his way over towards the crowd.
Indeed, Kanade wasn't the only one there. Obviously, Arou had come with her and had chosen the seat next to Kanade. Nowadays, Masahiro doubted he'd ever see Kanade in a situation where Arou wasn't present. They were just...always together. Joined at the hip, as the saying went. Kanade's best friend Eri was nearby as well, though she seemed to be off in her own little world, chattering with her boyfriend Ezawa. What surprised Masahiro was not the usual crowd but the person sitting to Kanade's left, slowly sipping tea and only glancing up when Kanade yelled out Masahiro's name, announcing his presence.
It wasn't an unpleasant surprise.
"Woof!"
And it seemed that Marota agreed.
Tail wagging, the puppy leapt forward, pulling on his leash, causing Masahiro to tumble forward.
"All right, all right, I'm coming!" Masahiro sped up his steps, watching amusedly as Marota bounded over to tackle the tall blonde sitting on Kanade's left. She laughed as Marota licked her face, slobbering her with wet, doggy kisses.
He finally caught up with Marota, slowing his steps down to a gradual stop.
"Yo, Kaichou." He said in greeting, his appearance slightly disheveled from his impromptu run.
Patting Marota's head as an attempt to calm him down, she slowly raised her head, her hair sliding off her shoulders in the process, glistening gold under the sunlight. Laughter still danced within her eyes thanks to Marota.
"I'm not your president anymore, you know, now that you've already graduated. You don't have to keep calling me that," she teased as she reached to tuck her hair back behind her ear.
He blinked. "Ah, you don't mind, I hope?" Her nickname of sorts had rolled off his tongue so naturally. He hadn't even given thought to it beforehand. He supposed it was because he had always associated that title with her. Someya. Kaichou. One was a name and one was a title, but to him, they were one and the same, differing only in familiarity.
She tilted her head, her hair falling loose again. "It's not that I mind, but why would you want to keep-" She paused, wary of his impish smile. "What?" she ventured.
"Well, it's endearing, don't you think?" he teased her in return.
She sighed, though her eyes were still dancing. Masahiro noted that her face seemed slightly pinker, but that was probably due to all those pink petals surrounding them. One of those cherry blossom petals drifted down towards Kaichou, sticking to her hair, which she was constantly trying to tuck behind her ears. Her hair, like the petals, kept flowing, unwilling to be restrained. But she kept trying, the motion so ingrained, for Kaichou must have been growing her hair out for quite a long time. Again, she reached to tuck her hair behind her ears. The motion disengaged the petal. He watched it fall, mesmerized. The petal landed on the ground, joining the countless others, spreading across the ground like a pink carpet. Kanade and Arou, he noted, were holding hands like always, and had since moved from the picnic blanket to sit among the petals instead.
"Suit yourself then," Kaichou replied finally after a pause, knowing that Namiki, when his mind was set, was actually quite stubborn and very hard to persuade otherwise. Instead of arguing, she patted the area next to her. "Why don't you sit down?"
Before Masahiro could react, Marota barked once, tail still wagging, as he sat down right where Kaichou had indicated. He held his head high, proud of himself.
"Marota!" exclaimed Masahiro. He pulled on Marota's leash, but Marota wouldn't budge. He barked again and tugged back, thinking that his owner was playing a game with him. Kaichou laughed once again, and Masahiro found that perhaps he should just let Marota be. He sat down grudgingly with Marota in-between Kaichou and himself. He allowed himself to relax with Marota's warm presence next to him. He leaned back, his arms supporting him, as he listened to the murmurs and snatches of conversations that drifted around them. His eyes followed the petals that danced in front of him, filling his vision with never-ending pink. His gaze locked onto a solitary petal as he watched it drift towards Kaichou, getting stuck on her hair just like all the previous petals.
Unbidden, really, his hand just moved on its own, he reached out to her hair, barely brushing her hair as he plucked the petal out. On reflex, a reflex born from countless hours of watching that one person bring a flower to her mouth, a slow, genuine smile spreading across her face, seen only by his eyes and by the flowers he gave her, he held the petal to his mouth, the fragrant scent tickling his nose. His eyes closed, he breathed in the scent, and again pondered what might have been. A sad smile, for it could be called no other, appeared on his face. After a moment's pause, he opened his hand, the wind soon taking hold of the petal, bearing it away on its swift currents. When he finally glanced back up, he was startled to see Kaichou's eyes on his, and beyond her, a Kanade who quickly directed her attention elsewhere.
Kaichou looked up wondrously, running her hands through her hair, as if fishing for the right words.
"Well...thank you," she finally murmured. "Do I have any more of those petals in my hair?"
Masahiro mentally shook himself out of his stupor, and found in himself the ability to grin. "No," he replied. "But I don't think it matters..."
With those words, he bent down and scooped up a handful of those pink petals. Kaichou's eyes widened, but before she could react, Masahiro tossed the petals into the air, letting them drift back down again in an overflow. His open laughter graced the air, the laughter reaching his eyes, and Kaichou found herself laughing along with him.
"The look actually suits you well," he said, his grin wide.
"Oh yeah? Right back at you!" She gathered petals as well, throwing them into the air. Kanade and the others soon joined in, and Marota jumped into the countless piles they happened to create, barking along with their laughter. Their laughter was loud and rambunctious. Perhaps they were distracting for the rest of the people there who were watching the cherry blossoms, but that day, Masahiro saw no one outside his circle of close knit friends.
Kaichou was once again tucking her hair behind her ears, but the motion wasn't enough to dislodge all the petals from her hair. He couldn't stop grinning, though he knew that he must have just as many petals in his hair right now as she did.
But...he felt a strange sort of satisfaction that he was, indeed correct.
The look did suit her well, after all.
-----tbc-----
Next chapter: #1 look over here
I was falling asleep while writing the ending, so do point out any glaring errors. Oh, and Namiki demanded fluff from me. <3
Pairing: Namiki Masahiro/Someya Kaichou
Fandom: Mekakushi no Kuni
Theme: #27 overflow
Disclaimer: MnK belongs to Tsukuba Sakura.
Summary: ohanami, for 30_kisses
Words: 1155
Archive: lj | ffnet
"Namiki-san, over here!"
He saw Kanade wave at him, an exuberant smile on her face, one that caused him to smile inadvertently in return. He waved back as he made his way over towards the crowd.
Indeed, Kanade wasn't the only one there. Obviously, Arou had come with her and had chosen the seat next to Kanade. Nowadays, Masahiro doubted he'd ever see Kanade in a situation where Arou wasn't present. They were just...always together. Joined at the hip, as the saying went. Kanade's best friend Eri was nearby as well, though she seemed to be off in her own little world, chattering with her boyfriend Ezawa. What surprised Masahiro was not the usual crowd but the person sitting to Kanade's left, slowly sipping tea and only glancing up when Kanade yelled out Masahiro's name, announcing his presence.
It wasn't an unpleasant surprise.
"Woof!"
And it seemed that Marota agreed.
Tail wagging, the puppy leapt forward, pulling on his leash, causing Masahiro to tumble forward.
"All right, all right, I'm coming!" Masahiro sped up his steps, watching amusedly as Marota bounded over to tackle the tall blonde sitting on Kanade's left. She laughed as Marota licked her face, slobbering her with wet, doggy kisses.
He finally caught up with Marota, slowing his steps down to a gradual stop.
"Yo, Kaichou." He said in greeting, his appearance slightly disheveled from his impromptu run.
Patting Marota's head as an attempt to calm him down, she slowly raised her head, her hair sliding off her shoulders in the process, glistening gold under the sunlight. Laughter still danced within her eyes thanks to Marota.
"I'm not your president anymore, you know, now that you've already graduated. You don't have to keep calling me that," she teased as she reached to tuck her hair back behind her ear.
He blinked. "Ah, you don't mind, I hope?" Her nickname of sorts had rolled off his tongue so naturally. He hadn't even given thought to it beforehand. He supposed it was because he had always associated that title with her. Someya. Kaichou. One was a name and one was a title, but to him, they were one and the same, differing only in familiarity.
She tilted her head, her hair falling loose again. "It's not that I mind, but why would you want to keep-" She paused, wary of his impish smile. "What?" she ventured.
"Well, it's endearing, don't you think?" he teased her in return.
She sighed, though her eyes were still dancing. Masahiro noted that her face seemed slightly pinker, but that was probably due to all those pink petals surrounding them. One of those cherry blossom petals drifted down towards Kaichou, sticking to her hair, which she was constantly trying to tuck behind her ears. Her hair, like the petals, kept flowing, unwilling to be restrained. But she kept trying, the motion so ingrained, for Kaichou must have been growing her hair out for quite a long time. Again, she reached to tuck her hair behind her ears. The motion disengaged the petal. He watched it fall, mesmerized. The petal landed on the ground, joining the countless others, spreading across the ground like a pink carpet. Kanade and Arou, he noted, were holding hands like always, and had since moved from the picnic blanket to sit among the petals instead.
"Suit yourself then," Kaichou replied finally after a pause, knowing that Namiki, when his mind was set, was actually quite stubborn and very hard to persuade otherwise. Instead of arguing, she patted the area next to her. "Why don't you sit down?"
Before Masahiro could react, Marota barked once, tail still wagging, as he sat down right where Kaichou had indicated. He held his head high, proud of himself.
"Marota!" exclaimed Masahiro. He pulled on Marota's leash, but Marota wouldn't budge. He barked again and tugged back, thinking that his owner was playing a game with him. Kaichou laughed once again, and Masahiro found that perhaps he should just let Marota be. He sat down grudgingly with Marota in-between Kaichou and himself. He allowed himself to relax with Marota's warm presence next to him. He leaned back, his arms supporting him, as he listened to the murmurs and snatches of conversations that drifted around them. His eyes followed the petals that danced in front of him, filling his vision with never-ending pink. His gaze locked onto a solitary petal as he watched it drift towards Kaichou, getting stuck on her hair just like all the previous petals.
Unbidden, really, his hand just moved on its own, he reached out to her hair, barely brushing her hair as he plucked the petal out. On reflex, a reflex born from countless hours of watching that one person bring a flower to her mouth, a slow, genuine smile spreading across her face, seen only by his eyes and by the flowers he gave her, he held the petal to his mouth, the fragrant scent tickling his nose. His eyes closed, he breathed in the scent, and again pondered what might have been. A sad smile, for it could be called no other, appeared on his face. After a moment's pause, he opened his hand, the wind soon taking hold of the petal, bearing it away on its swift currents. When he finally glanced back up, he was startled to see Kaichou's eyes on his, and beyond her, a Kanade who quickly directed her attention elsewhere.
Kaichou looked up wondrously, running her hands through her hair, as if fishing for the right words.
"Well...thank you," she finally murmured. "Do I have any more of those petals in my hair?"
Masahiro mentally shook himself out of his stupor, and found in himself the ability to grin. "No," he replied. "But I don't think it matters..."
With those words, he bent down and scooped up a handful of those pink petals. Kaichou's eyes widened, but before she could react, Masahiro tossed the petals into the air, letting them drift back down again in an overflow. His open laughter graced the air, the laughter reaching his eyes, and Kaichou found herself laughing along with him.
"The look actually suits you well," he said, his grin wide.
"Oh yeah? Right back at you!" She gathered petals as well, throwing them into the air. Kanade and the others soon joined in, and Marota jumped into the countless piles they happened to create, barking along with their laughter. Their laughter was loud and rambunctious. Perhaps they were distracting for the rest of the people there who were watching the cherry blossoms, but that day, Masahiro saw no one outside his circle of close knit friends.
Kaichou was once again tucking her hair behind her ears, but the motion wasn't enough to dislodge all the petals from her hair. He couldn't stop grinning, though he knew that he must have just as many petals in his hair right now as she did.
But...he felt a strange sort of satisfaction that he was, indeed correct.
The look did suit her well, after all.
-----tbc-----
Next chapter: #1 look over here
I was falling asleep while writing the ending, so do point out any glaring errors. Oh, and Namiki demanded fluff from me. <3