Title: Sunburst
Info: Yara/Yamamoto - Snippet
467w; PG - For
yararanger since there is never enough YaraRyo in the world. Related to a very strange dream I had and there might be more, but there might not, seeing as this is a disjointed mess. ♥
The sun was warm on Yara’s skin when he came too, heating the asphalt around him as he swam back to consciousness.
It hurt everywhere, but it was the kind of soreness that he almost liked, as if he’d spent the day dancing. If it wasn’t for the scratch of concrete on his skin, he would have thought he was still back there, but he breathed in the sun-warmed air and felt a smile settle on his lips.
His eyes slowly opened, blinking against the sunlight streaming down on him. Buildings rose around him, but never too high, never too high to block out the light. His smile became more real.
Slowly, as if an invisible string was pulling at him, Yara’s gaze was drawn his side, at the space to his left.
Ryouta lay there, looking serene. Peaceful, even. The asphalt was blistered and cracked around him, as if it had broken under a great force. Golden hair streaked with black fanned out, almost like a halo.
Reaching out a hand, Yara wondered if Ryouta had died, gently brushing strands of hair away from the other’s face.
He shouldn’t have worried. At his touch, Ryouta warmed, stirring for a few moments before opening his eyes.
It was that moment of catch, when Yara felt like the time would freeze. Because inside Ryouta’s eyes were the stars, and Yara knew that if he stared too deep, he’d get lost again. When he spoke, Ryouta’s voice came out in a rasp, as if he hadn’t spoken for a long time: “We made it…”
“We did.” Yara smiled, rolling onto his side, propping himself up on an elbow and not minding the protest of his muscles. Travel through a worm-hole was supposedly impossible, he was pleased with how well he’d fared (seeing as he wasn’t dead). He tucked Ryouta’s hair behind his ear, grinning warmly. “You did real good, Ryouta.”
“Thank god,” Ryouta murmured, slowly pulling himself up, crawling over to Yara. Through their slowly awakening link, Yara could feel a ripple of pain. He held his arms out, letting Ryouta settle into them. “We’re safe…”
Yara pulled him close, tucked Ryouta under his chin protectively, before giving their surroundings a proper look. Besides where they’d landed (or appeared - he wasn’t sure, he hadn’t been conscious) everything was prim, pristine without being sterile. It looked perfect to Yara except for one thing…
… He couldn't hear or feel a single living thing besides his own self and Ryouta. But maybe that was okay. It meant no enemies to run from either. “We’re safe.”
A wave of relief came from Ryouta, much stronger as the connection stabilized. “It’s warm, Tomo…”
Yara took another look around, glancing up at the sun and then down at where Ryouta was cradled in his arms.
He was right.
It was warm.