Colin and Catie are teh proofreaders. Because they rock.
I've meant to write Paradise Kiss fic for ages now. And though this is mostly drabble, I'm still pretty proud of it. Slight shounen-ai hints, but nothing terribly overt. Also, the poem is a slightly-modified version of one of my original pieces, so no stealing please. ^^ This was holiday present for my darling Sunfreak. Because she's my hubby, she rocks, and I've promised this to her for ages. Poetry-inspired Parakissu psuedofic. Hope you enjoy~ :O
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words on yellow paper
stuck to bedroom walls
reminders, phrases, quotes
a deluge of myriad images
forming their own poetry
elegant in their artlessness
but post-it-notes cannot hold
the memory of this day
Hiro's room has always been impeccable. I glance around, nervously. Even though he's repeatedly told me to relax, that it's just a room, I never have been able to. Not even when we were kids, and he was my best friend.
He's just that kind of guy, the type that you know, deep down, is bothered by the mess. But I don't know. I guess he's changing. I look at his desk, the wall above it. It's cluttered with post-it-notes, all with his precise, clean handwriting. Equations, quotes, homework assignments. He's still a devoted student, I realize with a smile.
I'm waiting for him, like he was for me... god, it was already months ago. Perched uncomfortably on the edge of his bed, flicking at my pin with my tongue, almost nervously. Not studying, like he would be, but rather staring at his walls, trying to pick up clues to the person my friend has changed into.
I don't even know why I'm here. To talk to him... to apologize... to tell him that I'm sorry for being such an ass to him all the time. To yell at him for letting me walk away. I don't know.
When I left, I thought it would simplify things. But instead, I found that everything started going downhill from there. It just wasn't the same, being with Miwako without him around to fight with. It wasn't the same in school, without him to make fun of for being a brainiac, while secretly competing.
I missed him. And I didn't realize how much until I saw him again.
He's standing in the doorway, looking a bit surprised, but pleased to see me. And I smile in return, before I can stop myself, looking up at him. He's so perfect, hasn't changed a bit.
"Hiro."
Okay, maybe he has changed. He's more graceful, sitting next to me with a sort of clean precision that startles me, even though I noticed it last time.
"Arashi. I'm glad you came."
No surprise from him, which makes me smile. I'm here, with no warning and no reason. Just because I can be here, and because I want to be.
I shrug. "No big."
His hand covers mine, curling around it tightly, but his voice is light. "How are things?"
And just like that, that big, insurmountable gap between us just... closed. And I felt a fool for not coming before.
I missed him so much.
I've meant to write Paradise Kiss fic for ages now. And though this is mostly drabble, I'm still pretty proud of it. Slight shounen-ai hints, but nothing terribly overt. Also, the poem is a slightly-modified version of one of my original pieces, so no stealing please. ^^ This was holiday present for my darling Sunfreak. Because she's my hubby, she rocks, and I've promised this to her for ages. Poetry-inspired Parakissu psuedofic. Hope you enjoy~ :O
--==--
words on yellow paper
stuck to bedroom walls
reminders, phrases, quotes
a deluge of myriad images
forming their own poetry
elegant in their artlessness
but post-it-notes cannot hold
the memory of this day
Hiro's room has always been impeccable. I glance around, nervously. Even though he's repeatedly told me to relax, that it's just a room, I never have been able to. Not even when we were kids, and he was my best friend.
He's just that kind of guy, the type that you know, deep down, is bothered by the mess. But I don't know. I guess he's changing. I look at his desk, the wall above it. It's cluttered with post-it-notes, all with his precise, clean handwriting. Equations, quotes, homework assignments. He's still a devoted student, I realize with a smile.
I'm waiting for him, like he was for me... god, it was already months ago. Perched uncomfortably on the edge of his bed, flicking at my pin with my tongue, almost nervously. Not studying, like he would be, but rather staring at his walls, trying to pick up clues to the person my friend has changed into.
I don't even know why I'm here. To talk to him... to apologize... to tell him that I'm sorry for being such an ass to him all the time. To yell at him for letting me walk away. I don't know.
When I left, I thought it would simplify things. But instead, I found that everything started going downhill from there. It just wasn't the same, being with Miwako without him around to fight with. It wasn't the same in school, without him to make fun of for being a brainiac, while secretly competing.
I missed him. And I didn't realize how much until I saw him again.
He's standing in the doorway, looking a bit surprised, but pleased to see me. And I smile in return, before I can stop myself, looking up at him. He's so perfect, hasn't changed a bit.
"Hiro."
Okay, maybe he has changed. He's more graceful, sitting next to me with a sort of clean precision that startles me, even though I noticed it last time.
"Arashi. I'm glad you came."
No surprise from him, which makes me smile. I'm here, with no warning and no reason. Just because I can be here, and because I want to be.
I shrug. "No big."
His hand covers mine, curling around it tightly, but his voice is light. "How are things?"
And just like that, that big, insurmountable gap between us just... closed. And I felt a fool for not coming before.
I missed him so much.