Only a Memory?
The brunette stared longingly out the small window, his thin tanned arms wrapped around his fragile frame. He shivered slightly and pulled the blanket tighter around himself. It was a drizzly day out, the cloud cover overhead leaving no room for the sun to shine through. The brunette sighed. 'What does the sun look like?' he wondered to himself, placing a delicate hand on the cold glass that shielded him from the outside world. 'It's been so long… I don't think I can remember…'
A young boy of about eight ran through the grass meadow, laughing loudly, with a small handmade kite in tow. His sprint carried him to a large cherry-blossom tree, where he sat down, placing the torn paper kite beside him. The tree was huge, its green leaves reaching out to the sky, as if it was striving for more sun. The small boy basked in the filtered beams of sunlight as he gazed carelessly up into the leafy green canopy above him.
"Kira, are you there?" came a familiar voice from the other side of the tree.
The small brunette's face lit up in an ecstatic smile and he darted out from behind the tree. "I'm here I'm here!" he exclaimed, running out and hugging the other boy.
"Whoa! Ok ok!" the boy laughed, hugging Kira back. His dark blue hair brushed the side of Kira's cheek.
"I'm so glad you came!" Kira exclaimed, looking up at the younger boy happily, purple eyes glinting. "I thought you'd forgotten."
The other boy laughed. "Oh don't be silly, Kira." He lowered his gaze to meet Kira's, his emerald green eyes meeting Kira's amethyst ones. "Have I ever forgotten about you?"
At this, Kira smiled happily and buried his face into his friend's chest. "Please promise you'll never forget?"
The blue-haired boy blinked in surprise "Forget about you? Why would I do that?"
"Just promise…okay?" Kira asked, his voice muffled by his friend's shirt.
The other boy smiled reassuringly. "I promise."
The brunette heaved a sigh and removed his now-clammy hand from the window, leaving a fogged-up print where it had been. 'What was your name? It's been so long…I can't remember your name anymore…'
"Kira!" a demanding voice bellowed form the main floor.
The brunette raised his amethyst eyes to the wooden door of his room and sighed, rising to his feet. "Coming," he called to the person below and crossed the room. He placed one of his thin, bruised hands on the silver doorknob and, with a forlorn look around his room, left. He padded down the stairs softly; coming to a halt at the bottom he raised his eyes to meet the other man's.
"Ah, there you are." The man smiled. He looked about thirty, with a smooth face that looked as if he hadn't yet needed to begin shaving, and messy black hair that hung in his eyes. The man was tall and broad, with a burly air and a menacing, yet enduring, pair of cold, blue eyes.
Kira forced a smile and looked the man in the eyes. "How was your day?"
He grinned and walked past Kira, dropping his pea coat into the small boy's arms. "Fine, fine. When you're done here could you make me up some coffee?"
Kira nodded and gave a small bow. "Y-yes sir."
"Good, good. I'll be in my study… Bring it there when it's ready," the man replied vaguely and strode off down a corridor.
Kira obediently placed the man's jacket in the front hall closet and closed it quietly. He then headed off to begin making coffee.
Fourteen-year-old Kira walked down the empty street, humming happily to himself as he went. The darkness around him seemingly wasn't as heavy as usual. He smiled up at the shadowy sky, the sparkling stars masked by the streetlights around him. The boy's mind was still on that evening:
"Kira?" the blue-haired boy asked him, shoving his hands nervously into his pockets.
"Hm?" Kira looked over at his friend, curiosity evidently displayed on his face.
The other boy looked away and flushed a deep red. "N-never mind…"
"No!" Kira protested. "You started saying something…now finish!"
The green-eyed boy looked back at Kira nervously and sighed, his gaze once again shifting to look elsewhere. "Well… I kinda wanted to tell you something…but…"
"But what?" Kira pressed. "You can tell me anything! I'm your best friend!"
"Well okay… but you might never talk to me again if I tell you…." the boy stammered. "I think…I…."
Kira blinked expectantly. "You think you what?"
"I think I love you!" the younger boy blurted out, flushing deeply and turning away. "You can go away now if you want…"
Kira stared at his friend in surprise and then started laughing.
"What's so funny?" The blue-haired boy asked, turning back around to face his friend.
"You, silly!" Kira giggled. "Whoever said I would hate you if you told me that?"
"Well it's just that I thought…" the boy stammered.
Kira smiled warmly at his friend. "If I didn't like you that way then I wouldn't still be here."
The other boy blinked in surprise and utter astonishment. "What?"
"I like you too. I just didn't have the guts to tell you…" Kira flushed and timidly lowered his gaze; he knew the other boy liked him back, but confessing was still embarrassing.
His friend smiled happily and pulled Kira into a warm hug. "I love you Kira," he repeated, his companion's voice full of heartfelt content, for only Kira to hear, and then bent down and kissed him lightly on the lips.
"I love you too," Kira murmured as the two broke apart.
Kira gazed at the coffee pot fondly, recalling his latest dream. 'Why do you always seem so real?' he wondered as he watched the dark liquid flow easily into the glass pot. 'Maybe it's because you are…' He smiled at the thought and sighed happily. 'If only I could remember your name…'
"Kira!" the man bellowed, snapping Kira out of his daydream.
"Coming, Duard!" he replied, hurriedly pouring the black liquid into a mug and rushing out of the kitchen. He hurried into the study where the man was waiting and placed it on the coffee table. "Here you go…" He said quietly, not looking up at the man.
"Kira, Kira…Why don't you ever look at me anymore?" Duard chimed, placing a hand on Kira's shoulder. Kira stiffened. "You always seem…oh, I don't know…afraid." He whispered the last word as he leaned closer to the small boy, his lips brushing Kira's ear. Kira said nothing, his gaze remaining on the coffee in the mug. "Oh, come on, Kira…It's been a while since you've said much of anything to me!" Duard taunted, wrapping his arms around Kira's waist. "Why don't I put aside my work for a while? We can spend some time together…." His hands traveled under Kira's shirt, up Kira's stomach and onto his chest. "What do you say to that?" he whispered suggestively. Kira shivered as he felt Duard's tongue slide briefly up the back of his neck. "How about it, Kira…" Kira let out a small peep as the man pushed him onto the floor and proceeded to remove his clothing.
The small brunette tried his hardest to hold back tears. 'Somebody… please help me…'
'How did I end up like this?' Kira asked himself sadly as he poured the coffee grounds into a small pouch and threw them into the garbage. He once again gazed longingly out the window at the dreary, dead garden before him and blinked back a couple of tears. 'Athrun… your name was Athrun.
Okies Only a Memory is back up people! I'm sorry it went off for a while but it was being edited! There's not much of a difference but it's better anyways! Thankyou so much to Anime Yaoi Lover!!
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