The sky was grey You were there

by mewling

[not yaoi. not really.] Two cameos. Touya and Hikaru each remember the past. Reflections on a grey cloudy day of those who were near when they needed them.

serieshikaru·no·go
titlethe·sky·was·grey.you·were·there
ratedK
warningsangst
bymewling

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The sky was grey. You were there.

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A/N: I thought "I haven't enough material to do four
sections. I'm stretching it as is…" So there we have it. I
did this a while ago, but decided to post it with the rest.

P.S: I just realised the title line comes from the summary
of Unfolding fan by Luce Red (read it).
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I. Shindou never

It was a little while after Touya Kouya died. Akira still remembers.

The sky was grey. Shindou was there.

They didn't talk. Didn't even touch. Just sat together on the cold park bench in the late winter morning.

He hadn't worn a jacket, and Shindou didn't offer his. There was no pretension, no chivalry, no affected sympathy.

Shindou never said "I understand," because he knew no one really could.

Shindou never said "I'm sorry," because there was nothing to apologise for.

Shindou never said "I'm sure he's in a better place," because that would just be stupid.

Shindou never said "It's okay to cry," because he knew it wouldn't help.

He never rubbed his back or patted his head or hugged him. Never tried to comfort, never made concessions or was extra kind. Never double checked his sentences before talking, or carefully avoided his eyes.

Shindou never pitied Akira. To this day, he's grateful for that.

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II. A Better Umbrella

He was twelve when it happened. For some reason he can't forget it.

The sky was grey. Sai was there.

It was just a stupid thing with an umbrella. He dreams about it still.

Now he's standing on the doorstep, shivering in the cold. Waya lets him in, and raises an eyebrow as Hikaru peels off his raincoat.

"Honestly, just use an umbrella," Waya says. He doesn't understand.

There's a question in Waya's eyes as Hikaru removes his fan from its protected place –under his singlet, under his skivie, under his jacket, under his raincoat- one that'll never be answered. It's still there when they play. It's probably why Waya loses.

Afterwards, they drink coffee and cocoa in Waya's kitchen. "So what are you going to do," Waya says, "After you've reached the Hand of God?"

Hikaru deliberates on his reply. "I'm going to invent a better umbrella."

And Waya laughs. But Hikaru wants to cry.

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