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A/N: well, something new, ne? Tried to write some drabbles (obviously) I hope you'll like them.
Comments are love, nya!
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Selfishness
Softly sighing, the redhead started to wrap his arms around his friend's shoulders, while he bent forward slightly to get a better view, supporting his chin on Fuji's shoulders.
"It's quite easy, Eiji…," the brunette started and glanced back for a few seconds, a smile brightening his face as he caught a glimpse at the other's confused, but still adorable, expression, before progressing with the explanation of how to solve the task their teacher had given them in the morning lessons.
Eiji's eyes followed the lithe movements of Fuji's slender fingers, which kept on tapping lightly on different spots of the papers in front of him to emphasize the meaning of his words.
Engulfed in listening to those melodic words and trying to get their meaning properly, he didn't recognize the way his body unconsciously shifted closer to his friend's, eliminating the distance separating them before, but Fuji did.
"Mou… sometimes I wonder why you help me all the time, nya…"
"Pure selfishness," came the short, smiling reply.
"What was that?"
"Never mind…"
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Oblivious
It is a kind of natural rule that best friends hang around with each other a lot – and so did those two.
During classes, during tennis practice, even in the afternoons the two of them would meet to get some studying done or to buy new tennis equipment, or whatever.
Maybe because of the same, they had grown so used to each other's presence, that sometimes they even seemed oblivious to their company.
Eiji would drown in his own little world while testing his new video-game in that enthusiastic way which was typical for him, while Fuji tended to focus a bit more and longer on his book than he had planned actually.
Not that they would be bothered by it.
But when those moments of shared time passed by, and with one of them leaving, both of them would recognize that something – someone, was missing.
Being oblivious to one's presence did not mean being oblivious to one's absence too; it's just like that - you can't forget about certain things.
"Fujiko?"
"Hm?"
"I know it's late..But let's talk a bit, nya?"
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Sound
Just like it has its own pace, life has its own melody.
The sound of random conversations, traffic jams, roads under work, the sound of waves throwing themselves against the sharp edges of the cliff - even silence. These sounds form the complete melody, which fills your consciousness, your soul.
Music, so would people say, has its purpose in changing, this melody,
changing it for the better or even for more adequacies to ones elf's feelings - But there still were sounds and melodies, which even had much more effect than music.
Thinking about that he recognized his lips curving into a slight smile, while his fingertips
softly brushed against the surface of the buttons in front of them; starting to gently push the numbers, which could summon the sound he wanted to hear so badly, even if he probably wouldn't admit it.
Maybe...
"Nya Hi Fujiko!"
Obviously, his number has been displayed on the other's cell phone display - the greeting was different from the ones he would hear when he occasionally dialed the other's number from random phone booths.
Not that he would complain. These few words, which were filled with the lovingly cheerfulness - a trademark of his redheaded friend, cleared out the disturbing melody that day has had before completely, just leaving this one lulling him in.
He proceeds the conversation between them - to judge from the speaking melody of his dialog partner, whether he is willing to do the same.
And he realized that something still was different. He couldn't tell exactly what it was, when suddenly his conversation was interrupted by the sound of the doorbell.
After some hesitation - whoever stood in front of the door had to be quite persistent, he excused himself and, a bit unwillingly, opened the door.
His smile broadened when his eyes caught a glimpse of red hair and a cheerful grin, accompanied by a hand holding a cell phone, waving at him.
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Blanket
It had been a nice, warm summer's day. The sun, accompanied by a soft breeze which carried the scent of flowers in full bloom, seemed to whisper a promise he would try to keep.
The promise of a real summer.
And after a rather spontaneous decision, both of them found themselves sitting there, the soft green grass ticklish against their bare skin of their legs.
"Nya, it was a good idea to come here, wasn't it? Sharing a picnic like this…," Eiji announced happily, the gleaming sun emphasizing the sparkle in his ocean-blue eyes, as he was watching the smile form on the delicates features of his friend's face.
Due to the increasing number of tennis practices, as there was another upcoming tournament, the moments both of them could share alone with each other became a rather rare event - which made those moments even more valuable.
But, some time later, the words both boys were exchanging eagerly seemed to die on their lips.
That was the moment the previously promising sun started to lower his head and bowed down in front of the night, who claimed his right to reign, only to cover everything with a reddish-golden gleam – like a blanket you wrap around yourself, which makes you feel even more comfortable and safe.
And both boys shifted closer to each other unconsciously, their fingers entwining.
Sometimes, words just become unnecessary.
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Fragile
"You just don't understand me, Syusuuke!" His words came sharp and fluently, faster than he even was able to think about them before hearing his own voice.
Huge, deep-blue eyes, which seemed to have darkened as they looked differently from usually, were locked with cerulean ones, which stared back in an icy way.
Well, that had been the case before the latter ones hid behind closed eyelids, completing the seemingly typical expression of the brunette. But only if you wouldn't take a closer look. It wasn't Fuji's usual smile - a fact Eiji recognized even while being engulfed in his own anger.
Seconds passed by unnoticed, with the speed of eternity, before one of them raised his voice once more.
"Fine," was the last word spoken, before the door was closed firmly, one of them was leaving.
Eiji couldn't really remember or tell what had triggered that quarrel they've had, but when he tried to think about it, it had to be something trivial, which grew bigger with every word, before it became that. A pretty unusual situation for those two.
And when he thought about it a little longer, he came to the conclusion that it wasn't worth it.
When he stepped outside to look for the brunette, he felt warm fingers grabbing his wrist and he was pulled back to the sidewall next to the doorframe, only to feel himself drowning in a shattering kiss.
That was the moment both of them realized the true meaning of the words, which say that there are things, which could broken far easier than you could break glass.
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Cold
He shifted to the other side, but the position he put himself in still didn't become more comfortable.
Outside, the rain threw herself against the window's glass without showing any mercy, while the blistering cold, which filled his room without leaving any warm spot, was causing his fingers to become numb.
No, it was definitely not a good day at all.
Even the attempts to listen music, to cheer up a bit had failed miserably, in fact they made it worse, since he knew exactly that the happiness in the songs didn't resemble reality at all, which only depressed him more. And the attempts at distraction, by doing something fun had also been in vain.
Things remained as they were, even if he tried to change the angle; there were things which couldn't be forgotten, which didn't want to be forgotten.
It seemed like he was still holding out for something he wouldn't be able reach. Something…or someone? He was tired thinking about it. But he couldn't prevent himself from doing so.
And every time he reminded himself not to do it… Well, then he was thinking about it again, didn't he?
It was a vicious circle. Much worse than the cold.
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Muted cry
Cold could one, it could only affect him physically…while this was reigninghis heart, soul and mind.
Softly sighing, he got up again and stepped in front of the window. It was misty outside, a pool of a grayish, dark mixture, lightened up by slightly brighter clouds.
His fingers ghosted over the cool surface of the glass, drawing unknown patterns on it and leaving clear stains as his fingertips touched the spots which had misted up before.
The random patterns he had drawn on the glass started to form a complete picture, just few words, displaying his emotions -his wishes, in a mute beg.
For a few moments they remained where they were, until they became more blurry and started to disappear, leaving small drops of water like shed tears.
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Silence
It was the last day of the sixth month….six months of silence, when he thought about it.
He should quit living on dreams, that what he had thought when the third month had passed by, but there had been hope - hope which had started to disappear more and more, until its silent scream was cut off violently by reality.
Things don't remain the same- past times won't come back again, he got it.
It's like that- and that's just the way it is.
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Rain
A barely audible sigh escaped his lips, while his eyes, which were still focused on streams of liquid silver cascading down the gold glass of the window, closed slowly.
'Heaven cries again…' he thought silently, '…for those, whose tears remain unshed.'
That was what he had been told when younger. A thought, which used to leave him with an uncertain feeling most people would doubt he was capable of even experiencing.
The previously soft dripping had increased its pressure again; the sound had caught his attention even during the short period of time he had spent in the warm darkness of sleep. He even hadn't realized that he had been drifted into sleep, up until that moment when he slowly woke up, finding himself lying on his friends legs, claiming them as a pillow.
And his focused gaze turned into an almost blank stare, when he adjusted his position in snuggling closer to the his friend unconsciously, the warm touch of fingertips against his cheek and the soft ruffling of his hair, accompanied with the melodic utterance which was so typical for the brunette, reminded him that whenever he would feel like crying, his own tears, unlike those others who were foreordained to shatter on the surface they were falling down on, would be caught when they were about to fall down.
And so would he.
And besides…After the rain comes sun.
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