Don't Die on Me, Little Seagull (1/2)
Title: Don't Die on Me, Little Seagull (1/2)
Author:myra_heart_pon
Pairing(s): AkiraxTakanori (Reita x Ruki)
Warning(s): sap, run-on sentences, thought-based, unbetaed
Comments: So, yeah.
Synopsis: He smelled of salt and sea.
Disclaimer: I own them. They are gagged in my closet as we speak. I regret nothing. Sarcasm.
He smells of salt and sea.
We met at the beach. Him swimming and i just exploring. Little innocent taka, against the shoreside wilderness. He sat next to me on top of my new rock formation discovery, drenching of sea.
"What are you looking for?" Sparkling eyes met my own, curious. "Something," and I thought what was I looking for? Before I could elaborate my answer, he placed a small shell on my lap. "Here, a little something from the boy you met while looking for something.." He always had a brilliant smile. He suddenly turns to me and with his head tilted ever so slightly, "Wanna be friends?" I blinked. He was such a straightforward kid. "Sure?" He smiled again. "Cool! Okay, I'm Akira!" I smile. "Takanori"
He smelled of salt and sea. We met on the beach and became best friends. I still have that shell.
His smile is bright and he draws me closer. Ever since that fateful meeting at the beach, we met everyday, sometimes swimming, othertimes exploring, and some other times just sitting, and at some not event alking at all.
When my dadd kicks me out for hiding cigarettes and gay magazines under my bed, I go out to the rock where we first met. Half an hour I sat there, and he came. He just sits and I talk talk talk. He just smiles and says it's okay you can come live with me.
His flat is small and smells of salt and sea. One room with one bed and one kitchen and one sofa and one TV. One resident becomes two. After he goes home from college one day, he says I got you a job and I automatically say thank you, Akira. From then on I work Monday, Wednesday, Thursday, 7 to 5 and on saturdays at 1 to 5. I sell surfboards to surfers and knick knacks for tourists. On fridays Akira and I have movie night, friendly cuddles in the one bed we have, popcorn, that sort of thing. On sundays, Akira goes to church and I sit in his room and wait for him to come back. On the 103rd sunday of us living together, I realize, laying on his (our) bed and smelling his pillow of salt and sea, I'm quickly falling in love.
I panic.
His smile is sad and confused. After my realization, I refused to sleep in his bed, opting to sleep on the couch instead. I changed my shifts so that by the time he goes home from college, I'm ready to go to work. I detached myself from him and given the circumstances of my heart, I pretty much detached myself from me.
Now 20 years after our meeting at our rock, waiting for a taxi that i called for an hour ago, dammit, who would take me to Paris where I applied for college, awkwardly standing beside Akira who is not crying thank you very much there's some sand in my eyes, smile at me sadly.
"I wish you didn't have to go."
I wish I didn't have to go too. Millions of replies consistng of I don't want to go, don't be sad, Akira, please smile, it's not you it's me, and I love you I love you I love you, swarm my head but in the end my only reply is a crappy nod. My hearts wants to stay so badly but, my mind refuses.
I bristle as he hugs me suddenly, my shirt slowly being soaked by his tears of salt and sea.
"Taka, perhaps I have to rephrase what i said. I meant, please don't go, Please stay"
But it's too late. My taxi who is half an hour late and I could be late for my flight because of this, god, is here and I have to detach my soaked body from Akira. He's sobbing now and as I wave to him and hug him again for the last time (or the last time in a very long time, anyways), taking my heavy for just a few clothes bag in the trunk and getting in the taxi, I notice my cheeks wet with tears and my tongue bleeding, holding back my unsaid I love you.
The driver might've thought I was crazy. the whole hour drive to the airport, the man he was carrying sobbed and wheezed and cried.
He smelled of salt and sea, and the smell never left my nose.
Author:myra_heart_pon
Pairing(s): AkiraxTakanori (Reita x Ruki)
Warning(s): sap, run-on sentences, thought-based, unbetaed
Comments: So, yeah.
Synopsis: He smelled of salt and sea.
Disclaimer: I own them. They are gagged in my closet as we speak. I regret nothing. Sarcasm.
He smells of salt and sea.
We met at the beach. Him swimming and i just exploring. Little innocent taka, against the shoreside wilderness. He sat next to me on top of my new rock formation discovery, drenching of sea.
"What are you looking for?" Sparkling eyes met my own, curious. "Something," and I thought what was I looking for? Before I could elaborate my answer, he placed a small shell on my lap. "Here, a little something from the boy you met while looking for something.." He always had a brilliant smile. He suddenly turns to me and with his head tilted ever so slightly, "Wanna be friends?" I blinked. He was such a straightforward kid. "Sure?" He smiled again. "Cool! Okay, I'm Akira!" I smile. "Takanori"
He smelled of salt and sea. We met on the beach and became best friends. I still have that shell.
His smile is bright and he draws me closer. Ever since that fateful meeting at the beach, we met everyday, sometimes swimming, othertimes exploring, and some other times just sitting, and at some not event alking at all.
When my dadd kicks me out for hiding cigarettes and gay magazines under my bed, I go out to the rock where we first met. Half an hour I sat there, and he came. He just sits and I talk talk talk. He just smiles and says it's okay you can come live with me.
His flat is small and smells of salt and sea. One room with one bed and one kitchen and one sofa and one TV. One resident becomes two. After he goes home from college one day, he says I got you a job and I automatically say thank you, Akira. From then on I work Monday, Wednesday, Thursday, 7 to 5 and on saturdays at 1 to 5. I sell surfboards to surfers and knick knacks for tourists. On fridays Akira and I have movie night, friendly cuddles in the one bed we have, popcorn, that sort of thing. On sundays, Akira goes to church and I sit in his room and wait for him to come back. On the 103rd sunday of us living together, I realize, laying on his (our) bed and smelling his pillow of salt and sea, I'm quickly falling in love.
I panic.
His smile is sad and confused. After my realization, I refused to sleep in his bed, opting to sleep on the couch instead. I changed my shifts so that by the time he goes home from college, I'm ready to go to work. I detached myself from him and given the circumstances of my heart, I pretty much detached myself from me.
Now 20 years after our meeting at our rock, waiting for a taxi that i called for an hour ago, dammit, who would take me to Paris where I applied for college, awkwardly standing beside Akira who is not crying thank you very much there's some sand in my eyes, smile at me sadly.
"I wish you didn't have to go."
I wish I didn't have to go too. Millions of replies consistng of I don't want to go, don't be sad, Akira, please smile, it's not you it's me, and I love you I love you I love you, swarm my head but in the end my only reply is a crappy nod. My hearts wants to stay so badly but, my mind refuses.
I bristle as he hugs me suddenly, my shirt slowly being soaked by his tears of salt and sea.
"Taka, perhaps I have to rephrase what i said. I meant, please don't go, Please stay"
But it's too late. My taxi who is half an hour late and I could be late for my flight because of this, god, is here and I have to detach my soaked body from Akira. He's sobbing now and as I wave to him and hug him again for the last time (or the last time in a very long time, anyways), taking my heavy for just a few clothes bag in the trunk and getting in the taxi, I notice my cheeks wet with tears and my tongue bleeding, holding back my unsaid I love you.
The driver might've thought I was crazy. the whole hour drive to the airport, the man he was carrying sobbed and wheezed and cried.
He smelled of salt and sea, and the smell never left my nose.