[Fanfic] Unforgettable
Title: Unforgettable
Pairings: Ryopi
Genre: romance
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I own those guys only in my imagination.
Summary: He met him by acciden but everything after wasn't random. Story from Ryo's pov.
“Will you ever tell me what’s your name?”
“Does it matter to you? You need to know?”
“I don’t. I’m just curious.”
“So don’t be.”
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It’s a common story. People went on a vacation to recharge… to taste of freedom... They met someone and history begins. They know that it’s only for week, maybe for two but it doesn’t matter. They lost themselves in summer heat, in morning lethargy, in everything what could push thoughts about their job, about their simple lives, about their problems. But as days slowly passes and they could feel the end, they know that soon they have to say “Goodbye”.
I never thought that something like that would happen to me.
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“What are you doing?”
“I’m looking at you.”
“… Creepy. Stop it.”
“Can’t do…”
--------------------
I was one of those men who fought with daily crowds on the streets. It was like I came to a halt when everything around me constantly moved, like I lived in another dimension and all the things that I desired were beyond my reach. Each door were signed “Authorized Personnel Only” but I wasn’t allowed to open them.
My work wasn’t satisfying anymore, even if normally working in a advertising agency would be stimulating, but… it wasn’t my dream job, I just turn out to be good at this. Well yes, I got great ideas for campaigns and slowly my name was recognized in the industry and even if I often was fed up because of pressure I couldn’t imagine different life. Yeah, I am workaholic, professional but all of this was substitute for lack of love live.
I never was in real relationship. Sometimes I thought how lucky are others with their absent-minded look, with their hushed voices and blushing faces when they talk about their loved ones. I wanted that too even if I wouldn’t admit it, because in reality I was just another lonely guy in town.
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“We should get up”
“I don’t want to. I’m too tired.”
“You’re just a lazy ass.”
“No, it’s because you’re here, so shut up, and don’t move.”
------------------------
I had to go on outstanding leave and even if I tried to postponed it, my boss was relentless. My co-workers though that I’m burnt out, that maybe I already got everything what could be attain and even I suspected that in some way it was truth because how long struggle with loneliness will spur me into action when sometimes even opening eyes was too much.
My friend recommended nice place, not expensive and with nice service. What could I lose? So I packed my luggage and went to Hawaii and… I wasn’t disappointment because slowly I started to relax, I lost myself in that stunning place.
Every morning I watched surfers when they fought with waves. I thought that their struggle was beautiful. They looked so happy and so free that in some way I wanted become one of them. I compared those guys with myself because the waves were like my live, every time when I thought that I am on the top, something collapsed beneath my feet… but I couldn’t give up, I swam against the current. So when I saw them I felt relieve, because I realized that I wasn’t alone and sometimes everything could be fun, that even I could give up.
And then I met him.
One night in the hotel bar one of surfers, guy who was Japanese, smirked at me, with confident walk he closed distance between us and sat beside me. Everything what he done looked like he owned that place, like he was there the only right person at that specific time.
“I saw you. Every morning… on the beach.”
“Yeah… you got me.”
“You know I’m curious, why you just sit there? Don’t you want to join us?”
“I think that’s enough for me when I see you and your friends.”
Guy laughed loudly.
“And I think that you don’t know anything.”
“What the…”
“Seriously, that’s ok with me. And by the way I’m Yamapi.”
“… Ryo. Nice to meet you.”
That’s how it started, something cliché. Even if I knew that Yamapi didn’t respect me, that sometimes he laughed at my face, I couldn’t stop myself from seeing him. Pi was like a compulsion. From one word to next one, from one touch to another I fell into the trap, beautiful, funny and sexy trap.
------------------
“Camera? You like photography?”
“Yeah… Because of photos I can’t forget.”
“Forget about what?”
“Maybe everything…?”
-----------------
Liberated force. That it was the best description for Yamapi. I didn’t know his name or where he came from, nothing that could tell me something about the man who slept in my bed.
But I knew other things. Like Yamapi’s dimples when he smiled, his spark in eyes when we were at the beach. I knew that sometimes Yamapi talk in his sleep, something incoherent but it always made me smile. I knew his strong arms and soft skin, I could recognize them with closed eyes, but that all caused that I doubted that I could stop thinking about Yamapi. Ever.
Pi didn’t care about my attitude or bad humor, he always told me that if I want to sulk then I could, but without him. We fought, because our personalities were competitive, we laugh together. We didn’t have much time, but we tried to exploit it to the limits, many things happened and I was glad for that.
But my favorite moments were those times when Yamapi still slept because then I could memorize my lover, memorize before my departure.
------------------
“I think that I lov…”
“Shhh… Don’t say it.”
“But…”
“…You just make things harder for yourself.”
----------------
When I looked at Pi I wondered who else was in my position. Who else was able to feel the same what I felt, who caressed the same places which I touched. This uncertainty, thoughts about other men killed me. I knew that for that moment Pi was mine and I was his but will there be some replacement when we part? Someone will be new me? Or maybe I am new “someone”? Because I know how it was, really. I knew Pi and what he could do, what he done with me… with Yamapi’s style of life everything was possible.
I watched how Pi acted with his friends, how easygoing he was. I felt that if I turn away, he would disappear. Sometimes I wondered if Pi felt the same what I felt or maybe I was the only one? Everything drove me crazy, because of Yamapi I became greedy person, I wanted all for myself. Sharing? Not an option, not anymore.
But I had to get back to my job, to my bed, to my old live. It’s just that I didn’t know how it would be without Pi. I was grateful because before I met him world was black and white with light shade of gray and Yamapi taught me about other colors. He showed me that even the smallest thing could bring happiness, that being frightened of tomorrow isn’t bad because it made humans alive. Yamapi grabbed my hand and took me into the light.
I was born without wings and he gave me new pair.
But to tell the truth I was surprised that I allowed Pi for all of this. It never happened before. Even my so called “friends” didn’t know me so well as Yamapi. It was like Pi had universal keys because he broke down all of my inhibitions, he was able to discern those feelings which I hide in the deeps of my heart. That scared me because sometimes I felt so exposed when those eyes pierced through me.
And yet I was happy that in this big universe existed person like that, someone who could share time with me, someone who brought oblivion.
------------------
“Will you ever miss me?”
“I don’t think others scenario is possible.”
“That’s good.”
“You?”
“… I will never forget you.”
----------------
I knew that it was stupid, the thing between us… even if it was a romance with chance for love. I wondered how much strength I will need to walk away, how I would get up from bed when Pi’s familiar figure wouldn’t be there, what I should say for the last time. Something like “It was nice so take care” never crossed my mind because there was more, so much more. Too many surged feelings.
I got all my answers when the last day after wake up I was alone, not including few photos of Pi and me which were left on Yamapi’s side of bed.
Now I wasn’t able to forget.
Never.
A/N: I just have to say that it can be the end, but there is continuation of this story. You could treat it like one-shot or two-part story. It depends on you : ) For me it's one and a half ;)
Anyway if you think that this ending is bad then please, go HERE
Pairings: Ryopi
Genre: romance
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I own those guys only in my imagination.
Summary: He met him by acciden but everything after wasn't random. Story from Ryo's pov.
“Will you ever tell me what’s your name?”
“Does it matter to you? You need to know?”
“I don’t. I’m just curious.”
“So don’t be.”
-------------------
It’s a common story. People went on a vacation to recharge… to taste of freedom... They met someone and history begins. They know that it’s only for week, maybe for two but it doesn’t matter. They lost themselves in summer heat, in morning lethargy, in everything what could push thoughts about their job, about their simple lives, about their problems. But as days slowly passes and they could feel the end, they know that soon they have to say “Goodbye”.
I never thought that something like that would happen to me.
--------------------
“What are you doing?”
“I’m looking at you.”
“… Creepy. Stop it.”
“Can’t do…”
--------------------
I was one of those men who fought with daily crowds on the streets. It was like I came to a halt when everything around me constantly moved, like I lived in another dimension and all the things that I desired were beyond my reach. Each door were signed “Authorized Personnel Only” but I wasn’t allowed to open them.
My work wasn’t satisfying anymore, even if normally working in a advertising agency would be stimulating, but… it wasn’t my dream job, I just turn out to be good at this. Well yes, I got great ideas for campaigns and slowly my name was recognized in the industry and even if I often was fed up because of pressure I couldn’t imagine different life. Yeah, I am workaholic, professional but all of this was substitute for lack of love live.
I never was in real relationship. Sometimes I thought how lucky are others with their absent-minded look, with their hushed voices and blushing faces when they talk about their loved ones. I wanted that too even if I wouldn’t admit it, because in reality I was just another lonely guy in town.
------------------------
“We should get up”
“I don’t want to. I’m too tired.”
“You’re just a lazy ass.”
“No, it’s because you’re here, so shut up, and don’t move.”
------------------------
I had to go on outstanding leave and even if I tried to postponed it, my boss was relentless. My co-workers though that I’m burnt out, that maybe I already got everything what could be attain and even I suspected that in some way it was truth because how long struggle with loneliness will spur me into action when sometimes even opening eyes was too much.
My friend recommended nice place, not expensive and with nice service. What could I lose? So I packed my luggage and went to Hawaii and… I wasn’t disappointment because slowly I started to relax, I lost myself in that stunning place.
Every morning I watched surfers when they fought with waves. I thought that their struggle was beautiful. They looked so happy and so free that in some way I wanted become one of them. I compared those guys with myself because the waves were like my live, every time when I thought that I am on the top, something collapsed beneath my feet… but I couldn’t give up, I swam against the current. So when I saw them I felt relieve, because I realized that I wasn’t alone and sometimes everything could be fun, that even I could give up.
And then I met him.
One night in the hotel bar one of surfers, guy who was Japanese, smirked at me, with confident walk he closed distance between us and sat beside me. Everything what he done looked like he owned that place, like he was there the only right person at that specific time.
“I saw you. Every morning… on the beach.”
“Yeah… you got me.”
“You know I’m curious, why you just sit there? Don’t you want to join us?”
“I think that’s enough for me when I see you and your friends.”
Guy laughed loudly.
“And I think that you don’t know anything.”
“What the…”
“Seriously, that’s ok with me. And by the way I’m Yamapi.”
“… Ryo. Nice to meet you.”
That’s how it started, something cliché. Even if I knew that Yamapi didn’t respect me, that sometimes he laughed at my face, I couldn’t stop myself from seeing him. Pi was like a compulsion. From one word to next one, from one touch to another I fell into the trap, beautiful, funny and sexy trap.
------------------
“Camera? You like photography?”
“Yeah… Because of photos I can’t forget.”
“Forget about what?”
“Maybe everything…?”
-----------------
Liberated force. That it was the best description for Yamapi. I didn’t know his name or where he came from, nothing that could tell me something about the man who slept in my bed.
But I knew other things. Like Yamapi’s dimples when he smiled, his spark in eyes when we were at the beach. I knew that sometimes Yamapi talk in his sleep, something incoherent but it always made me smile. I knew his strong arms and soft skin, I could recognize them with closed eyes, but that all caused that I doubted that I could stop thinking about Yamapi. Ever.
Pi didn’t care about my attitude or bad humor, he always told me that if I want to sulk then I could, but without him. We fought, because our personalities were competitive, we laugh together. We didn’t have much time, but we tried to exploit it to the limits, many things happened and I was glad for that.
But my favorite moments were those times when Yamapi still slept because then I could memorize my lover, memorize before my departure.
------------------
“I think that I lov…”
“Shhh… Don’t say it.”
“But…”
“…You just make things harder for yourself.”
----------------
When I looked at Pi I wondered who else was in my position. Who else was able to feel the same what I felt, who caressed the same places which I touched. This uncertainty, thoughts about other men killed me. I knew that for that moment Pi was mine and I was his but will there be some replacement when we part? Someone will be new me? Or maybe I am new “someone”? Because I know how it was, really. I knew Pi and what he could do, what he done with me… with Yamapi’s style of life everything was possible.
I watched how Pi acted with his friends, how easygoing he was. I felt that if I turn away, he would disappear. Sometimes I wondered if Pi felt the same what I felt or maybe I was the only one? Everything drove me crazy, because of Yamapi I became greedy person, I wanted all for myself. Sharing? Not an option, not anymore.
But I had to get back to my job, to my bed, to my old live. It’s just that I didn’t know how it would be without Pi. I was grateful because before I met him world was black and white with light shade of gray and Yamapi taught me about other colors. He showed me that even the smallest thing could bring happiness, that being frightened of tomorrow isn’t bad because it made humans alive. Yamapi grabbed my hand and took me into the light.
I was born without wings and he gave me new pair.
But to tell the truth I was surprised that I allowed Pi for all of this. It never happened before. Even my so called “friends” didn’t know me so well as Yamapi. It was like Pi had universal keys because he broke down all of my inhibitions, he was able to discern those feelings which I hide in the deeps of my heart. That scared me because sometimes I felt so exposed when those eyes pierced through me.
And yet I was happy that in this big universe existed person like that, someone who could share time with me, someone who brought oblivion.
------------------
“Will you ever miss me?”
“I don’t think others scenario is possible.”
“That’s good.”
“You?”
“… I will never forget you.”
----------------
I knew that it was stupid, the thing between us… even if it was a romance with chance for love. I wondered how much strength I will need to walk away, how I would get up from bed when Pi’s familiar figure wouldn’t be there, what I should say for the last time. Something like “It was nice so take care” never crossed my mind because there was more, so much more. Too many surged feelings.
I got all my answers when the last day after wake up I was alone, not including few photos of Pi and me which were left on Yamapi’s side of bed.
Now I wasn’t able to forget.
Never.
A/N: I just have to say that it can be the end, but there is continuation of this story. You could treat it like one-shot or two-part story. It depends on you : ) For me it's one and a half ;)
Anyway if you think that this ending is bad then please, go HERE