ficlet "Alive"
- Title: Alive
- Language: English
- Rating: PG
- Pairing: Kaka/Sheva, Kaka POV
- a disclaimer: Of course, it's all fiction.
- Summary:In one of last several matches, I saw Sheva exclusively embraced Kaka and whispering something after Kaka was cerebrated his goal by many teammates. How I wished there were tiny microphones on their shirts!
After I was released from the turmoil of friendly hugs and friendly taps by my joyful teammates, Sheva came to me, embraced me around my neck to make his lips close to my ear.
“I need you.”
He whispered in my ear.
And I replied instantly,
“I know.”
I felt very decisive to say that phrase.
It’s always so clear and easy on the field.
We are confident, we are truly as one.
Sheva is always clever in his instinct, to choose the word ‘need’ instead of ‘love’.
I think I don’t really know what the word ‘love’ means, except for love to my family and to God.
But I know it’s surely true, badly true, that I need him, and he needs me, too.
I know, I know that I want more of him.
When the heat of the match inside my body and soul has gone down, and I see him giving some comments for a reporter in his cool face and neat cloths, I feel some kind of thirst badly.
Suddenly I want his passion that had been surely existed an hour ago.
My heart keeps burning in the untamed lust, until we get together on the field again.
I’m not sure until when I can keep this feeling inside, but once we are on the field again, everything is alright, alive.
the End
- Language: English
- Rating: PG
- Pairing: Kaka/Sheva, Kaka POV
- a disclaimer: Of course, it's all fiction.
- Summary:In one of last several matches, I saw Sheva exclusively embraced Kaka and whispering something after Kaka was cerebrated his goal by many teammates. How I wished there were tiny microphones on their shirts!
After I was released from the turmoil of friendly hugs and friendly taps by my joyful teammates, Sheva came to me, embraced me around my neck to make his lips close to my ear.
“I need you.”
He whispered in my ear.
And I replied instantly,
“I know.”
I felt very decisive to say that phrase.
It’s always so clear and easy on the field.
We are confident, we are truly as one.
Sheva is always clever in his instinct, to choose the word ‘need’ instead of ‘love’.
I think I don’t really know what the word ‘love’ means, except for love to my family and to God.
But I know it’s surely true, badly true, that I need him, and he needs me, too.
I know, I know that I want more of him.
When the heat of the match inside my body and soul has gone down, and I see him giving some comments for a reporter in his cool face and neat cloths, I feel some kind of thirst badly.
Suddenly I want his passion that had been surely existed an hour ago.
My heart keeps burning in the untamed lust, until we get together on the field again.
I’m not sure until when I can keep this feeling inside, but once we are on the field again, everything is alright, alive.
the End