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today tomorrow and never more ; 5 kisses they didn't have + 1 [rita/atsuro]
today and tomorrow and nevermore
- Five Kisses They Never Had + 1 They Did
( Note: iTunes on shuffle, hit play, and write. (Okay, I cheated and went over the song limit for like, two of them ><) And try to fit it to the 5 + 1 theme. DIDN'T REALLY WORK and produced 6 disjointed drabbles instead. Haha for YunYun because, well yeah. WHAT IS THIS and I ship it. Too bad the chances of this ever happening ICly is like, 0. Because someone's a tsun. )
one. - Tragedy
It begins in the rain.
Or, at least, he thinks it does. He isn't sure when it 'begins', really. Something began in that rain.
She pushes him away and he stumbles backwards.
He steps back, his fingers brushing against her cheek, leaning closer.
She steps forward, and he can feel her heart beat against his chest.
But no, no, no she pushes him away and he stumbles backwards and all he can say is sorry as he watches her cry, rain running down his face and under his jacket. All he can do is say sorry, and watch the rain run under the neckline of her shirt and think "that must be cold". All he can do is stand there and clench his fists and watch the tears course down her face until he's not sure what's salt and what's fresh and -
- she reaches a hand to him.
He reaches out as well, hesitantly. Raindrops bounce off her hand as he takes it. It feels cold in his. He doesn't think it should.
And then there are words and the swirling of a skirt about slender legs and no he was wrong because it was not cold and it's so much colder now that she's gone and -
- it begins in the rain.
two. - Memories
The autumn wind carries a leaf through the distance, dropping it a ways off before it spirals down lazily and lands in her hair. He reaches over and plucks it out, letting it continue its journey unhindered to the ground.
She swats at his hand, but he just hums and grins, his steps growing just a little longer, his pace just a little faster. He can see her run to catch up in the corner of his eye, and he only grins wider, even when she punches him in the shoulder in retaliation.
"Hehe, it's not my fault - " he begins, but hastily stops and holds his hands up in surrender.
"Shut up" she snaps, and punches him in the chest again.
Atsuro smiles, grabs her by the wrist, pulls her to a bench. He's almost surprised when she follows. "See, it wasn't that bad, was it?" he asks. He takes her silence as a yes.
"I think..." he begins, and then pauses, the words not quite formulating the way he wants to. "I think," he starts again, "that if we don't give up, then it'll work out. I know you don't like thinking about things about gods and wishes and stuff like that, but this is important, so listen."
She doesn't say anything - Atsuro knows that if he looks at her, he'll lose whatever train of thought he may have. Instead, he watches the leaves drift down from trees, watches the leaves lifted gently by the wind before being dropped a few meters away, watches the leaves as they gather and swirl and dance in miniature whirlwinds.
"Maybe, believing in it is more important than whether or not they actually make it come true or not. And -"
- he turns to look at her because he forgets and loses himself in her eyes even though they're not looking at him. He looks at her and finds himself leaning forward, finds his hand reaching up, finds her eyes on him and -
"...You talk too much."
A sheepish smile and he drops his hand, changes his mind, brings it up again only to ruffle her hair. "Haha, well, my point was - "
three. - Michiyuki
Damn it.
Damn it...!
Why couldn't he ever get it right? Why couldn't he ever think before he opened his mouth? Not with Yuzu, and not with Rita.
...Damn it.
Atsuro dropped his phone beside the bed, sinking down onto the floor next to it.
Words rang in his ears, but what he remembered was not what was said, but the anger behind them. No, that wasn't true. He remembered what was said too.
You shouldn't get so damn attached - he remembered, and he clenched his jaw and dug his fingers into the side of the bed -
Why? Why not? Why can't you give this a chance? Trust me, Rita. Just...
And then there had been silence. Yeah, silence. It wasn't the words he remembered, it was the silence.
With a grunt of frustration, Atsuro let himself slide the remaining distance until he lay on the floor, the phone at eye level.
...Damn it.
All he needed some day... if he could just say the right words.
four. - At least there's still you (至少还有你)
He was in love.
He was in love.
Just the thought made him giddy, as he sat on a couch that wasn't his, running his fingers through soft brown hair, watching the soft rise and fall of sleeping breaths.
Yeah, that was it, wasn't it? They had argued, sure, but somehow, in the end, it had all worked out. He laughed to himself quietly, because somehow, it had worked out.
He couldn't remember how it had begun, but that didn't really matter. What mattered was the gentle expression on her face, the lines that had faded away. What mattered was that he knew the lines of her palm as he brushed a finger across them. What mattered was that he was by her side and if, at this moment, the world around them disappeared he wouldn't be the wiser. Because if, at this moment, he disappeared from the world, it would be alright as long as he could remember her.
He grinned, and bent over her sleeping form - when she stirred, sea green eyes staring up at him. "You'd better not have been trying something funny," she growled - but he knew enough now to know that she didn't really mean the implied 'or else' - and he straightened and smiled and answered with a quiet "Yeah, of course."
five - A Song for a Fool
"Just sit down and listen," he tells her. She protests, threatens him, tells him this had better not be something stupid.
He grins, shrugs - because yeah, it might be something stupid.
The keyboard is set up in the room when they go in. He shuts the door after them, gestures to the chair. Walks to the keyboard and gives the keys a few experimental taps. She's irritated already, he can tell.
The tune is upbeat, the rhythm energetic. She listens without really listening, and that's alright with him as he lets his fingers carry the music, let the words carry the story she'll never hear.
I'll stay here without changing he sings because I don't expect anything in return and he wonders if he just imagines her reaction, the way she's begun to sit up and take notice. If she looks back at me just once, he sings I'll be happy with that and no he's not imagining it this time, he's definitely not imagining it this time but -
- he lets his fingers carry the music and let the words carry the story she's hearing but she'll never understand.
Even if she leaves me without saying goodbye, I'll let her go saying thanks he sings, and wonders what the look in her eyes mean as his fingers trail off.
"I thought I told you not to waste my time," she says - and he reaches out and begins to say "Wait...!"
Before he laughs, bitterly. He laughs and lets her go, saying "...Thanks."
+one - Last Snow
The worst of the winter chill is over, but it's still foolhardy to go out without a scarf and mittens - the cold still has enough bite to really hurt.
Her eyes open - and they seem more brilliant than ever. "You're lying," she says, and it hurts like a punch in the gut.
He shakes his head. Once, twice. He's run out of words, he doesn't know what to say. "I'm not," he says, but he knows it's no use.
"You're lying," she repeats, and Atsuro doesn't know what to say. He stares at her - and it really is still too cold to go out without gloves because his fingers ache with cold.
So he doesn't say anything. He grabs her wrist with one hand, steps forward, and leans closer and closer until there's nothing left to close, the hand on her wrist coming to rest on her shoulder.
He's really not surprised when she pushes him away.
He's really not surprised when she punches him.
He's really not surprised when she runs, her footsteps leaving messy imprints in the snow.
"...Goodbye, Rita," he says. His fingers ache in the cold, but he barely pays them any mind.
Goodbye, he says, as the snow falls about him like the ground pieces of shattered crystal. Goodbye, but what he really means is...
some day, can we meet again?
- as it all ends with the last snow.
- Five Kisses They Never Had + 1 They Did
( Note: iTunes on shuffle, hit play, and write. (Okay, I cheated and went over the song limit for like, two of them ><) And try to fit it to the 5 + 1 theme. DIDN'T REALLY WORK and produced 6 disjointed drabbles instead. Haha for YunYun because, well yeah. WHAT IS THIS and I ship it. Too bad the chances of this ever happening ICly is like, 0. Because someone's a tsun. )
one. - Tragedy
It begins in the rain.
Or, at least, he thinks it does. He isn't sure when it 'begins', really. Something began in that rain.
She pushes him away and he stumbles backwards.
He steps back, his fingers brushing against her cheek, leaning closer.
She steps forward, and he can feel her heart beat against his chest.
But no, no, no she pushes him away and he stumbles backwards and all he can say is sorry as he watches her cry, rain running down his face and under his jacket. All he can do is say sorry, and watch the rain run under the neckline of her shirt and think "that must be cold". All he can do is stand there and clench his fists and watch the tears course down her face until he's not sure what's salt and what's fresh and -
- she reaches a hand to him.
He reaches out as well, hesitantly. Raindrops bounce off her hand as he takes it. It feels cold in his. He doesn't think it should.
And then there are words and the swirling of a skirt about slender legs and no he was wrong because it was not cold and it's so much colder now that she's gone and -
- it begins in the rain.
two. - Memories
The autumn wind carries a leaf through the distance, dropping it a ways off before it spirals down lazily and lands in her hair. He reaches over and plucks it out, letting it continue its journey unhindered to the ground.
She swats at his hand, but he just hums and grins, his steps growing just a little longer, his pace just a little faster. He can see her run to catch up in the corner of his eye, and he only grins wider, even when she punches him in the shoulder in retaliation.
"Hehe, it's not my fault - " he begins, but hastily stops and holds his hands up in surrender.
"Shut up" she snaps, and punches him in the chest again.
Atsuro smiles, grabs her by the wrist, pulls her to a bench. He's almost surprised when she follows. "See, it wasn't that bad, was it?" he asks. He takes her silence as a yes.
"I think..." he begins, and then pauses, the words not quite formulating the way he wants to. "I think," he starts again, "that if we don't give up, then it'll work out. I know you don't like thinking about things about gods and wishes and stuff like that, but this is important, so listen."
She doesn't say anything - Atsuro knows that if he looks at her, he'll lose whatever train of thought he may have. Instead, he watches the leaves drift down from trees, watches the leaves lifted gently by the wind before being dropped a few meters away, watches the leaves as they gather and swirl and dance in miniature whirlwinds.
"Maybe, believing in it is more important than whether or not they actually make it come true or not. And -"
- he turns to look at her because he forgets and loses himself in her eyes even though they're not looking at him. He looks at her and finds himself leaning forward, finds his hand reaching up, finds her eyes on him and -
"...You talk too much."
A sheepish smile and he drops his hand, changes his mind, brings it up again only to ruffle her hair. "Haha, well, my point was - "
three. - Michiyuki
Damn it.
Damn it...!
Why couldn't he ever get it right? Why couldn't he ever think before he opened his mouth? Not with Yuzu, and not with Rita.
...Damn it.
Atsuro dropped his phone beside the bed, sinking down onto the floor next to it.
Words rang in his ears, but what he remembered was not what was said, but the anger behind them. No, that wasn't true. He remembered what was said too.
You shouldn't get so damn attached - he remembered, and he clenched his jaw and dug his fingers into the side of the bed -
Why? Why not? Why can't you give this a chance? Trust me, Rita. Just...
And then there had been silence. Yeah, silence. It wasn't the words he remembered, it was the silence.
With a grunt of frustration, Atsuro let himself slide the remaining distance until he lay on the floor, the phone at eye level.
...Damn it.
All he needed some day... if he could just say the right words.
four. - At least there's still you (至少还有你)
He was in love.
He was in love.
Just the thought made him giddy, as he sat on a couch that wasn't his, running his fingers through soft brown hair, watching the soft rise and fall of sleeping breaths.
Yeah, that was it, wasn't it? They had argued, sure, but somehow, in the end, it had all worked out. He laughed to himself quietly, because somehow, it had worked out.
He couldn't remember how it had begun, but that didn't really matter. What mattered was the gentle expression on her face, the lines that had faded away. What mattered was that he knew the lines of her palm as he brushed a finger across them. What mattered was that he was by her side and if, at this moment, the world around them disappeared he wouldn't be the wiser. Because if, at this moment, he disappeared from the world, it would be alright as long as he could remember her.
He grinned, and bent over her sleeping form - when she stirred, sea green eyes staring up at him. "You'd better not have been trying something funny," she growled - but he knew enough now to know that she didn't really mean the implied 'or else' - and he straightened and smiled and answered with a quiet "Yeah, of course."
five - A Song for a Fool
"Just sit down and listen," he tells her. She protests, threatens him, tells him this had better not be something stupid.
He grins, shrugs - because yeah, it might be something stupid.
The keyboard is set up in the room when they go in. He shuts the door after them, gestures to the chair. Walks to the keyboard and gives the keys a few experimental taps. She's irritated already, he can tell.
The tune is upbeat, the rhythm energetic. She listens without really listening, and that's alright with him as he lets his fingers carry the music, let the words carry the story she'll never hear.
I'll stay here without changing he sings because I don't expect anything in return and he wonders if he just imagines her reaction, the way she's begun to sit up and take notice. If she looks back at me just once, he sings I'll be happy with that and no he's not imagining it this time, he's definitely not imagining it this time but -
- he lets his fingers carry the music and let the words carry the story she's hearing but she'll never understand.
Even if she leaves me without saying goodbye, I'll let her go saying thanks he sings, and wonders what the look in her eyes mean as his fingers trail off.
"I thought I told you not to waste my time," she says - and he reaches out and begins to say "Wait...!"
Before he laughs, bitterly. He laughs and lets her go, saying "...Thanks."
+one - Last Snow
The worst of the winter chill is over, but it's still foolhardy to go out without a scarf and mittens - the cold still has enough bite to really hurt.
Her eyes open - and they seem more brilliant than ever. "You're lying," she says, and it hurts like a punch in the gut.
He shakes his head. Once, twice. He's run out of words, he doesn't know what to say. "I'm not," he says, but he knows it's no use.
"You're lying," she repeats, and Atsuro doesn't know what to say. He stares at her - and it really is still too cold to go out without gloves because his fingers ache with cold.
So he doesn't say anything. He grabs her wrist with one hand, steps forward, and leans closer and closer until there's nothing left to close, the hand on her wrist coming to rest on her shoulder.
He's really not surprised when she pushes him away.
He's really not surprised when she punches him.
He's really not surprised when she runs, her footsteps leaving messy imprints in the snow.
"...Goodbye, Rita," he says. His fingers ache in the cold, but he barely pays them any mind.
Goodbye, he says, as the snow falls about him like the ground pieces of shattered crystal. Goodbye, but what he really means is...
some day, can we meet again?
- as it all ends with the last snow.