Translation from Russian
Eyes in which the sun lives
- Hey!
Jin bent overside and stretched out a hand. The wet palm clutched his forearm, and he in return gripped Hwoarang's. Kazama pulled the Korean out of the water and helped him climb the yacht.
- Got it?
Red nodded, trying to catch his breath, - and several wet locks fell across his forehead. Jin passed over a towel.
- Can't believe it, - he sniffed.
Hwoarang wiped water drops off the face and put out his left fist.
- To the bottom!
The triumphal smile blossomed on his lips. And when he unclenched the fist, something gold flashed in the sunlight.
The Japanese squinted and carefully touched the illuminant.
- Amber? - he asked in amazement.
Red burst out laughing nearly fell back into the water. Luckily, Jin managed to seize his wrist.
- You take the cake, Kazama, - answered the Korean with a laugh. - How could it possibly get here? Just a piece of glass.
- Surely? - the Japanese murmured suspiciously, examining a beautiful stone brightly shining in his hand. Just like Hwoarang's eyes when the sun glanced in them.
- Just water and time..
Hwoarang put the stone in the Jin's hand with a smile.
- As a keepsake, - He gave a wink, threw a towel over his shoulder and looked upwards. - I'd better fix the sail.
The Japanese followed him with a puzzled look, involuntarily smiled and
sqeezed the stone in his hand.
- Water and time...
The stone squeaked, and everything was as dark as midnight . Jin blinked and opened his eyes. The alarm clock peeped in his hand, and his cheeks still felt the sea-breeze.
He turned over on a back, dropped the alarm clock and covered his face with the hands.
Why the hell had he dreamt of the Korean?
- Water and time...
Jin clenched a fist and looked at it thoughtfully. It seemed that the gold spark was still hidden inside. He unclenched a palm to make sure and to dispel the darkness.
It was dark and empty.
Because sometimes a dream is just a dream.
What a pity.