[Au]; Letting Go
Title: Letting Go
Pairing: Hongo Kanata x Ohgo Suzuka
Notes: Another late-night writing spree.
Summary: Random talks and sudden feelings.
It was one of those rare days that the both of them were free, and they had nothing else to do. They were both on break from university and although she had a script to study, he had cajoled her to go. She was about to refuse one last time when she heard a car horn honk right outside their house. He had the top of his car down, all sleek red speed and power. She had no choice but to put on sunglasses (a pair to the ones he's wearing), grab her bag and phone and let go.
"If I ever forget even a single word from my lines, you are so going to pay for this, Hongo," she threatens in a low voice. They were lying down on some grassy hilltop filled with wildflowers, one more nature secret that he had shared to her. He laughs and throws a clover at her. Three-leafed, but it didn't matter.
"Oh please, Ohgo. Knowing you, you'd have memorized the script in a day." he drawls lazily. They had removed their sunglasses and laid down on their backson the grassy hill next to each other, soaking up the heat of the sun. They knew that this one last day of summer was not going to last forever. She turned to her side and faced him, propping her head up with one hand.
"Well since you kidnapped me, I haven't even had a chance to open and read it," she replies. He removes the arm he had placed over his face long enough to peek and roll his eyes at her.
"You came here on your own free will," he pointed out.
"You were waiting right outside, what was I supposed to do?"
"Refuse?"
"But you were already there. Besides, my house is far from yours; it'll be a waste of gasoline."
"Gee, thanks for caring about my car and the waste of natural fuel more than my feelings. I truly appreciate it."
"Of course; you taught me to love nature. And your car is a beautiful creature."
"That's it. You're paying for all the gasoline I used up in this trip."
"What wait no fair!" she replies, sitting up indignantly.
"All is fair in love and war. Since you're so in love with my car it's counted."
"I'm driving the way back then."
"Fine, if you promise to pay for my hospital bills and the car insurance," he said teasingly.
"Meanie! I have an international driver's license; I can probably drive better than you do."
"Do you even know the way home?"
"..."
"Knew it. I'm driving. I don't want to end up spending the night in a creepy forest."
"Don't you have GPS? And hey, at least when you end up in a creepy forest you have me for company."
"You call that a consolation? I want toasted marshmallows on an open fire, not an ice princess."
"For the last time, I'm not an ice princess!" she said exasperatedly. "I don't even know why he called me that. The whole class heard and it stuck..."
"Maybe he thought you were the Christmas Grinch or something," he said lightly, trying to make the mood lift from its sudden nosedive. There was no need to name who "he" was; they both perfectly knew who it was, and why his name cannot be spoken.
She had tried to not tell him, but he was frighteningly intuitive that he knew something was wrong. Maybe he knew it before the two of them did. He found her crying on a hill, similar to the one they were on and one of the places he taught her.
"I read your blog," was all he had to say, and the tears she was trying to hold back burst out. Incoherent sentences like "Why did it not work out?" " Was it my fault?" and miserably blaming herself, he took her on a drive. Nowhere in particular. Just so she can feel the wind on her face. As long as they keep moving forward, maybe things would work out by the end.
And now here they were. It was the first time she willingly talked about him, but she was closing up and he needed to pull her out from whatever hole she's in, and fast.
He swallowed nervously and brushed a dandelion under her nose, making her sneeze and laugh. He smiled when he heard the welcome sound, and then they went back to normal. It was getting late, but they watched the first stars appear and talked about details in their lives they might have missed telling each other. He furtively yawned with the back of his hand covering his mouth, but she soon caught him.
"Come on I'll drive you home." she laughingly said as he sleepily sits up.
"What, on a horse-drawn carriage?" he said, yawning. Her smile shakes a little and he instantly sobers up.
"Sorry, not funny."
"It's okay, don't worry about it."
"...Did you talk ever since...?"
He just wanted to know.
"I meet him at horseback riding lessons. His younger brother is on the same level as I am so we meet when he fetches him. We're still friends, after all."
He wordlessly pats her on the head. She smiles sadly.
"Can we stay here just a little bit longer?" she asks. He nods and lies back down, and she lies back down and eventually snuggles up to him. He wraps his arm around her. She buried her head in his shirt, and he pretends not to feel the quiet sobs racking through her body and making her shoulders shake... and his heart, breaking, wanting to reach out to her but knowing this is how she needed him right now, and this was what she was going to get.
Eventually she had to stop crying. Eventually they had to go home. Eventually they had to leave this place.
He still left the top down, and as he fastened her seatbelt for her she sat with her chin resting on her crossed arms on the top of the car door and the rolled up window. She stayed like that as they sped through the mostly empty, carless streets.
In a lull in the traffic they meet at the highway to her house he reached out and tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ears. She looks at him for the first time since the whole drive home.
"Thank you. I don't know what I'll do without you," she says, meaning every word.
"Welcome. Anything for you," he replies, looking straight ahead as the line of cars started moving. He glances at the rearview mirror and sees her still looking at him. Their gazes meet and he smiles. She looks out of the window again, a smile on her lips. And he smiles secretly to himself.
He meant every word too.
Pairing: Hongo Kanata x Ohgo Suzuka
Notes: Another late-night writing spree.
Summary: Random talks and sudden feelings.
It was one of those rare days that the both of them were free, and they had nothing else to do. They were both on break from university and although she had a script to study, he had cajoled her to go. She was about to refuse one last time when she heard a car horn honk right outside their house. He had the top of his car down, all sleek red speed and power. She had no choice but to put on sunglasses (a pair to the ones he's wearing), grab her bag and phone and let go.
"If I ever forget even a single word from my lines, you are so going to pay for this, Hongo," she threatens in a low voice. They were lying down on some grassy hilltop filled with wildflowers, one more nature secret that he had shared to her. He laughs and throws a clover at her. Three-leafed, but it didn't matter.
"Oh please, Ohgo. Knowing you, you'd have memorized the script in a day." he drawls lazily. They had removed their sunglasses and laid down on their backson the grassy hill next to each other, soaking up the heat of the sun. They knew that this one last day of summer was not going to last forever. She turned to her side and faced him, propping her head up with one hand.
"Well since you kidnapped me, I haven't even had a chance to open and read it," she replies. He removes the arm he had placed over his face long enough to peek and roll his eyes at her.
"You came here on your own free will," he pointed out.
"You were waiting right outside, what was I supposed to do?"
"Refuse?"
"But you were already there. Besides, my house is far from yours; it'll be a waste of gasoline."
"Gee, thanks for caring about my car and the waste of natural fuel more than my feelings. I truly appreciate it."
"Of course; you taught me to love nature. And your car is a beautiful creature."
"That's it. You're paying for all the gasoline I used up in this trip."
"What wait no fair!" she replies, sitting up indignantly.
"All is fair in love and war. Since you're so in love with my car it's counted."
"I'm driving the way back then."
"Fine, if you promise to pay for my hospital bills and the car insurance," he said teasingly.
"Meanie! I have an international driver's license; I can probably drive better than you do."
"Do you even know the way home?"
"..."
"Knew it. I'm driving. I don't want to end up spending the night in a creepy forest."
"Don't you have GPS? And hey, at least when you end up in a creepy forest you have me for company."
"You call that a consolation? I want toasted marshmallows on an open fire, not an ice princess."
"For the last time, I'm not an ice princess!" she said exasperatedly. "I don't even know why he called me that. The whole class heard and it stuck..."
"Maybe he thought you were the Christmas Grinch or something," he said lightly, trying to make the mood lift from its sudden nosedive. There was no need to name who "he" was; they both perfectly knew who it was, and why his name cannot be spoken.
She had tried to not tell him, but he was frighteningly intuitive that he knew something was wrong. Maybe he knew it before the two of them did. He found her crying on a hill, similar to the one they were on and one of the places he taught her.
"I read your blog," was all he had to say, and the tears she was trying to hold back burst out. Incoherent sentences like "Why did it not work out?" " Was it my fault?" and miserably blaming herself, he took her on a drive. Nowhere in particular. Just so she can feel the wind on her face. As long as they keep moving forward, maybe things would work out by the end.
And now here they were. It was the first time she willingly talked about him, but she was closing up and he needed to pull her out from whatever hole she's in, and fast.
He swallowed nervously and brushed a dandelion under her nose, making her sneeze and laugh. He smiled when he heard the welcome sound, and then they went back to normal. It was getting late, but they watched the first stars appear and talked about details in their lives they might have missed telling each other. He furtively yawned with the back of his hand covering his mouth, but she soon caught him.
"Come on I'll drive you home." she laughingly said as he sleepily sits up.
"What, on a horse-drawn carriage?" he said, yawning. Her smile shakes a little and he instantly sobers up.
"Sorry, not funny."
"It's okay, don't worry about it."
"...Did you talk ever since...?"
He just wanted to know.
"I meet him at horseback riding lessons. His younger brother is on the same level as I am so we meet when he fetches him. We're still friends, after all."
He wordlessly pats her on the head. She smiles sadly.
"Can we stay here just a little bit longer?" she asks. He nods and lies back down, and she lies back down and eventually snuggles up to him. He wraps his arm around her. She buried her head in his shirt, and he pretends not to feel the quiet sobs racking through her body and making her shoulders shake... and his heart, breaking, wanting to reach out to her but knowing this is how she needed him right now, and this was what she was going to get.
Eventually she had to stop crying. Eventually they had to go home. Eventually they had to leave this place.
He still left the top down, and as he fastened her seatbelt for her she sat with her chin resting on her crossed arms on the top of the car door and the rolled up window. She stayed like that as they sped through the mostly empty, carless streets.
In a lull in the traffic they meet at the highway to her house he reached out and tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ears. She looks at him for the first time since the whole drive home.
"Thank you. I don't know what I'll do without you," she says, meaning every word.
"Welcome. Anything for you," he replies, looking straight ahead as the line of cars started moving. He glances at the rearview mirror and sees her still looking at him. Their gazes meet and he smiles. She looks out of the window again, a smile on her lips. And he smiles secretly to himself.
He meant every word too.