search (juntoshi) - drabble
Title: search
Author: muohcu_t
Length: drabble (242 words)
Pairing: juntoshi
Rating: PG-15
Genre: drama, angst
Warning: death
Disclaimer: I own only the plot. I make no money of this writing and I only do this for fun. Tatah~~
Summary: I tried to find him. I had to find him.
He was missing.
And I was on a search to find him.
It was a catastrophe. One of the biggest idols in Japan was missing. No one knew where he had gone off. They had tried to keep quiet about it, but it hadn’t even taken a week before the press were involved. We found ourselves surrounded by camera noises wherever we went and reporters asking where we had been searching, where he could have disappeared. They hung on our shoulders like a rotten disease that slowly was choking us, digging us down. They wore us out.
Nino wouldn’t come out of his apartment. He refused to perform his duties and he refused to face the cruel lenses and cold, unfamiliar eyes. Sakurai had brought it upon himself to be the strong brother we needed, and God, did we need one right now. But even he had trouble keeping the spirits up when Aiba laid his head on his shoulders and cried his worries. I found no peace.
I tried to find him.
I had to find him.
They found his shoes by the river, and I just knew. I followed the stream and held my breath. I remembered our last conversation. He had said he was tired. He was worn out. I had told him to rest. He had smiled his gentle smile.
“Yes, I will,” he said. “Goodnight.”
And then he had gone home to rest, I thought.
His face was peaceful, surrounded by quiet and dark.
I finally found him.
Author’s note;
Inspired by the sad song “Condor And River” by Her Name Is Calla. Just found the lyrics for that song, and it completely transformed my listening experience. Fucking hurts, man.
Author: muohcu_t
Length: drabble (242 words)
Pairing: juntoshi
Rating: PG-15
Genre: drama, angst
Warning: death
Disclaimer: I own only the plot. I make no money of this writing and I only do this for fun. Tatah~~
Summary: I tried to find him. I had to find him.
He was missing.
And I was on a search to find him.
It was a catastrophe. One of the biggest idols in Japan was missing. No one knew where he had gone off. They had tried to keep quiet about it, but it hadn’t even taken a week before the press were involved. We found ourselves surrounded by camera noises wherever we went and reporters asking where we had been searching, where he could have disappeared. They hung on our shoulders like a rotten disease that slowly was choking us, digging us down. They wore us out.
Nino wouldn’t come out of his apartment. He refused to perform his duties and he refused to face the cruel lenses and cold, unfamiliar eyes. Sakurai had brought it upon himself to be the strong brother we needed, and God, did we need one right now. But even he had trouble keeping the spirits up when Aiba laid his head on his shoulders and cried his worries. I found no peace.
I tried to find him.
I had to find him.
They found his shoes by the river, and I just knew. I followed the stream and held my breath. I remembered our last conversation. He had said he was tired. He was worn out. I had told him to rest. He had smiled his gentle smile.
“Yes, I will,” he said. “Goodnight.”
And then he had gone home to rest, I thought.
His face was peaceful, surrounded by quiet and dark.
I finally found him.
Author’s note;
Inspired by the sad song “Condor And River” by Her Name Is Calla. Just found the lyrics for that song, and it completely transformed my listening experience. Fucking hurts, man.