Title: Songs For Quinlan
Chapter: Do You Remember, by Aaron Carter.
Author: Pentagramy
Pairings: Hitoshi X OC (Quinlan)
Warnings: Yaoi
Disclaimer: As much as I would love to lay claim to Beyblade, I don't have the papers. And I'm kinda scared of working with devils. (lawyers) So I don't own anything.
Note:
Summary: Memories arise around Christmas, and lyrics just happen to match a certain Aaron Carter song.
Songs for Quinlan:
Do You Remember
Ohhhohhhh
Yeah
Ooooh
Oohohh
Quinlan relaxed in Hitoshi's chest, waiting. The larger was warm, comfortable. It felt nice. And right. Like heaven felt, right after exiting hell—it was too good for words. So the male did what he should've in a case like this. Relaxed, and let Hitoshi take care of him. He let his eyes shut, remembering whatever came to mind.
Remember
we'd be up all night
Talking 'til the morning light, yeah
Like
the way it used to be
Those simple days
Just you and me, mmmm
He wound up with a memory of himself and Hitoshi, running recklessly through the streets in their school uniforms. The bluenette's tie was over his shoulder due to the run-made wind, and Quinlan's skirt whipped around his legs. Their cheeks were tinted pink. Snow was about to fall, Quinlan now knew, and that made it that much better when he pulled away from his first kiss with Hitoshi—his first true kiss ever—to find it gently snowing, Hitoshi's hair brushing his own shoulders softly.
I
think baby I know
What's on your mind
Cuz you look like
you've
Got something to say
Hitoshi smiled lightly, nudging Quinlan. "What's up?" he whispered, not wanting to break the serenity.
Quinlan cracked a soft, gentle grin. "I love you," he said gently, then translated. "Aishiteru."
The bluenette settled down again—had he ever moved?—now that he was so content it should be criminal. The snow started outside, slowly frosting itself to their front windows, next to their apartment door. Quinlan closed to his eyes. Hitoshi had never returned the gesture.
I
may not say those words anymore
But maybe it just ain't my way
Hitoshi hadn't replied that he love Quinlan that day, either. He just had gotten quiet. Quinlan now knew not to worry. But he hadn't back then. So, right after he'd told the older, and the older hadn't replied he began to worry. All the redhead could think of was rejection, back then. He remembers like it was today it happened.
You
ask me do I love you but
Do you remember
Why I walked on water
for you
Do you remember
My first steps on the moon
Have you
ever wondered why
Quinlan, when he was sixteen, had sat crying on the school's front steps. Hitoshi had said no. The redhead had asked him, and he had said no! No! No! No! No! It wasn't fair! Hitoshi, sixteen, had leaned against the beam on the school's front steps, waiting for Quinlan to calm down.
After fifteen minutes, Hitoshi sighed. "I don't want a fling. That's what you want. And I don't. That's why I said no."
Quinlan took ragged breaths. "Asshole! I wanted to be serious with you! You—ya-you… Ugh! Damn it!"
Hitoshi's brown eyes looked thoughtful for a split second. "Fine, I'll let you be mine. Meet me at LiLi's pizzeria on Sunday for lunch."
Quinlan cracked a grin into his hands. This would be sooo easy!
"And we'll be together at least four months." Hitoshi strolled away, stopping only to give Quinlan—his new possession—a kiss on the top of his head.
Quinlan stopped grinning, and started looking horrified.
I
gave three wishes to you
You asked the question
But the answer
lies
In you, in you
The answer lies in you
Hitoshi flipped Quinlan over in a swift, easy movement. Chest to chest, hip to hip, the men sat, with one stunned. Soon, the stunned feeling subsided. Quinlan cracked a grin. "Aw, you love my soooo much!"
Hitoshi grunted, uncommitted, but he was smiling. "Shh. It's Christmas. It's a time to remember love and saviors and peace."
Quinlan giggled. "You're not Catholic—or Christian, in general."
Hitoshi closed his eyes, still gently smiling. "You don't have to be Catholic—or Christian—to have a love, or know saviors, or want peace."
The younger shrugged. "Sure. I guess that makes sense."
Remember
we used to laugh and say
No one understood our way
Hitoshi and Quinlan, seventeen and sixteen respectively, ran down the street, laughing. Hitoshi had to keep tugging Quinlan, and visa versa. It seemed to be when one had a burst of energy, the other had just stopped having his. They were laughing hard, and the volume increased until tears were streaming down Quinlan's face. He collapsed on the grass—they had ended up in the park—and brought Hitoshi down with him.
"Th-that was great!" he laughed through tears as he reclined in the grass. He was certain his whole back was getting grass stains. "I've never run like that in a long time!"
Hitoshi smiled fondly, rolling on his side to watch the redhead. "Yeah," he breathed. "It was wonderful."
The Russian giggled, bonked Hitoshi's head, and proceeded to kiss the man deeply, tongue and all. The Kinomiya sighed in content. People passing looked at them funny, and walked quickly by, making sure to pick up their pace to pass them.
They both laughed. Kissing a bit more, they settled down with Quinlan practically sprawled across Hitoshi's chest. The bluenette smiled and whispered in his lover's ear: "They just don't understand us."
And
there were times
When you would cry
And came knocking
On my
door
And I was there
To shelter your pain
Dark green irises had striking reds lines surrounding them. The eyes themselves were puffy, and the porcelain face they resided in had tear-streaks running down them. "I-I-I! Hitoshi!" the boy of seventeen, squeaked. "H-Hitoshi!"
It was twelve thirty at night—well, in the morning, as Quinlan always said. The dojo was asleep, including the bluenette's father, who rarely came home anymore. And the man would be flaming pissed if one of his "intolerable, no-good" sons woke him up. Hitoshi knew this, and, quickly, he hushed his distressed boyfriend of over a year.
"What's wrong, baby, what's wrong?" he asked, hurrying the other farther from the house. He didn't want to get those insults again—especially in front of his younger brother, who was already in his old enough to understand, and get upset.
"I-I-I! I'm s-scared!" Quinlan sobbed, clutching Hitoshi's thin t-shirt. It was freezing, the bluenette dully realized, which was odd, because it was summer.
"Why? What scared you?" He didn't want to get in trouble, but a terrified Quinlan was an unusual sight.
The younger's voice dropped down to a scared, troubled whisper. "My nightmares."
I
think baby you should
Get that off your mind
Make it seem
like
A brighter day
Hitoshi smiled. This was an easy solution. "Then don't think of them," he cooed, wrapping his arms around the tiny seventeen-year-old. "It'll be fine. I'll make you forget."
Quinlan looked ready to protest, but his older lover cut him off. He sighed into the kiss, granting Hitoshi imitate entrance when he probed Quinlan with his tongue. The nightmares still drifted in Quinlan's head, but that was the best Hitoshi could do. They were always there, anyway.
I
may not say those words anymore
But maybe I can make it my way
Hitoshi nudged his head to Quinlan's. "What are you thinking 'bout, um?"
The redhead smiled, burying his head into the crook of the older's neck. "Us."
The bluenette smiled and fidgeted for a brief moment. He lowered his voice to barely a trembling whisper. "I love you."
Quinlan smiled. "I know—you don't have to say it."
Hitoshi smiled, relieved. He did love Quinlan. He just said it in different ways then "aishiteru," or "dai suki," or even "suki." He did things—and Quinlan could always appreciate actions, because his whole life, actions spoke louder than words, every time.
You
ask me do I love you but
Do you remember
Why I walked on water
for you
Do you remember
My first steps on the moon
Quinlan laughed, twirling around, his jeans clinging tightly to his feminine hips. "This so fun, Hitoshi-kun!" he laughed, reaching out his hand. "C'mon! Try this with me!"
Said bluenette smiled lightly, somewhat troubled, before walking over to his boyfriend of four months. It was Christmas Eve, and they'd decided to go on a date. This worried Hitoshi, though, as their dating contract broke today at five o'clock, and the young man wasn't certain as to whether or not the other would end their relationship this evening.
Quinlan was still laughing when the other got to him. They were in a space place that had just opened. It was basically a playroom for teens. There were four different levels—space, jungle, ocean, and a mythical one, supposed the American version of "Heaven." They were on the space level, the third floor, in the moon room. It was deserted accept for them, which Hitoshi was glad for. Why was he glad? Well, let's say in tight, washed-out jeans, a black, wide belt, and a tight burgundy turtle neck, Quinlan looked sinful.
Hitoshi was holding the other's coat, which was black leather, and made in a girl's design. "What's up?" he asked. Surely, Quinlan won't break up with him now—he looked so happy.
"It's so cool to walk on this!" Quinlan laughed. The bouncy material under his feet felt squishy.
Hitoshi smiled, stressed as he walked to his redhead. "Yeah. It's cool, Quin."
The redhead frowned, dropping his hand. "You didn't even step on it," he pointed out. Hitoshi realized, looking at his feet in embarrassment, the smaller boy was right. "And…" Quinlan drawled, lazily, crossing his arms. "I love you!"
The tiny boy laughed loudly, uncrossed his arms and grabbed Hitoshi's hand in one smooth motion, pulling him quickly to the door. He spun around just as quickly, face mere inches from the bluenette's. "Hey," he whispered. "No one's here but us. I vote we make out in heaven." He kissed the Kinomiya and ran upstairs.
Hitoshi followed up with a dazed, happy look on his face. Quinlan wouldn't break up with him just yet.
Have
you ever wondered why
I gave three wishes to you
You asked the
question
But the answer lies
In you, in you
The
answer lies in you
It was Tanabata, and Takao laughed happily, helping their grandfather put up their bamboo reeds. Quinlan sat in his boyfriend's lap, enjoying the warm sun. Hitoshi himself was leaning back on his arms, sitting on the dojo's deck. Takao laughed, his happiness drifting to everyone else. "What's so special about Tanabata?" Quinlan asked suddenly.
Hitoshi thought. "Nothing," he confessed honestly. "I don't see the point of these holidays, really."
The redhead smiled. "And that's why I love you. But! We have to make our Tanabata wishes, now!" Small arms snatched the paper and brushes, bringing the traditional ink in his quick swipe, too. The bluenette smirked as he watched his lover start to write his wish in simple hiragana—the only Japanese writing system he knew. He heard his brother's loud, squawking protest and smiled even more.
"Write, 'I wish for a quieter younger brother'," he laughed, easing the other out of his lap. "For me, at least."
Quinlan's tongue was stuck out the side of his mouth in concentration. "Okay!" he piped. "I wish… for a quieter… younger brother… Done!"
Takao squawked again.
The
answer girl
Lies within your heart
Take a look inside
Quinlan looked at himself in the mirror, with only his small bed shorts and bed tank top on. The shorts didn't even touch mid thigh, and his dark neon blue tank top clung to his chest and added a nice color touch to his faded grey bottoms.
"Do you like the way I look?" he asked suddenly. Hitoshi was lounging on his western-styled bed. The older man opened one eyes wearily. He'd been up to late the night before.
"The answer to your question, love," he muttered, "Was running down your thighs last night."
Quinlan blushed.
You
ask me do I love you but
Do you remember
Why I walked on water
for you
Do you remember
My first steps on the moon
Have you
ever wondered why
I gave three wishes to you
You asked the
question
But the answer lies
In you, in you
The answer lies
in you
In you, in you
The answer lies in you
In you, in
you
The answer lies in you
In you, in you
The answer lies in
you, yeah
Quinlan smiled, watching the snow outside. "I love you!" he cheered to Hitoshi, suddenly hyper. "With about a third of my heart!" He giggled at his own joke.
"I'm so glad," Hitoshi smirked, energized by his lover's energy. "Love me enough to go to the bedroom with me right now?"
Quinlan smirked also, green eyes twinkling in mirth. "Definitely."
Pent: Okay! The end of this chapter! This one was Do You Remember, by Aaron Carter.