A/N:
Oh wow! This is my first attempt at writing anything for this fandom. :D
I adored OTRFK and my only regret is that I can't read Japanese as I would love to read the novels. Sigh. I guess I'll have to be content with the manga!
Anyway, hope you enjoy this piece of fluff!
Reviews and reviewers are much loved! And if this is received well, I may be inspired to do a longer one. :D
Thanks and enjoy!
Sepia
By warmsugar
It was that smile perhaps, that truly undid him.
That straight shiny black hair, gleaming brilliantly in the morning sun.
Those shadowed eyes, slowly lightening with a pure and innocent joy that was absolutely breath-taking.
Such smooth and creamy skin… almost translucent in the daylight. If he reached out and touched it, would it feel as soft as it looked?
And that smile… soft lips trembled slightly as though tasting the wind, before tilting gently at the corners.
He shook his head, as though to shake off the vestiges of a waking dream.
And that was how he felt. Frozen in time; a sepia montage in which only he burned vividly and brightly, and everything else just faded away.
Yuichi Kazuki was not a sentimental man.
In fact, love and romance were meaningless words to him. He had never been one to be moved by the swing of hips or the curve of a graceful neck.
Until today— where for some strange reason, he couldn't seem to stop staring at the creature before him, wondering if his eyes were playing tricks.
Glowing was the only word that came to Yuichi's dazed mind. It was as if he blazed with some unknown fire that illuminated him from within.
Like a portrait brought to life by an artist's every brush stroke, each play of light and shadow only served to highlight his ethereal beauty even more.
"Yo Wataru!" Kawamura shouted from across the room. "Let's get a move on. You know that melon bread you like so much is one of the first things to go!"
Wataru closed his fist around the tiny circlet in his hand, allowing the cold metal to cut deeply into his palm before slipping it onto his finger.
"Hai hai! Wait for me, you jerk!" Wataru grumbled good-naturedly, awkwardly scrambling after his friend.
The heady scent of jasmine and musk drifted across the hall to tease seductively at his senses.
Yuichi inhaled deeply and let the haunting fragrance seep into his being, and merge with the image already branded into his heart and mind.
"So it really was yours, Wataru Fujii," he breathed softly.
Nothing moved him, not the sway of rustling skirts or silken tresses dancing in the midnight breeze. Such frivolous things left him cold.
But that smile…
That one blindingly radiant smile…