Title: Forever
Disclaimer: Don't own.
Author: Rokutagrl
Characters: Ken, Shori
Pairings: Shori/Ken
Warnings: None; mxm.
If he closed his eyes, Ken could see the earth so very clearly. A patch of dirt, to be exact, in a quiet grove from prying eyes beneath a canopy of vines and twisted branches. In the spring there would be flowers blooming everywhere and petals dancing to the ground.
On those days they would take a walk in the park nearby. Shori, his beautifully strong Shori, would toss a penny into the fountain and smile to himself like someone had told a joke. Ken would always ask what he wished for, but the dark haired man would only takes his arm and say nothing at all.
Ken had only loved once before this moment—a gorgeous king with a thick head—but that had been so long ago. It was he who had loved the King, but yet it was not himself all the same.
Because at the time he was just Ken, your ordinary High School student with a flair for the dramatics (and, oh, just the ability to transport a young king between two worlds at will). Whatever he was, whoever he was, all disappeared when Shori smiled down at him, when those sweet lips met his own, or those strong arms wrapped around his body to begin a soft descent to the hollow ground. Voices and worlds just melted away until it was only them and the blurry memory of green leaves and brown earth.
Shori would kiss him with all the passion from all the worlds and Ken would become dizzily intoxicated by the sweet feeling of knowing this was all his. He was healed, as though those kisses were honey enough to soothe the scars incurred by lifetimes of pain and sacrifice.
In the silence, Shori would whisper his undying love-his wish to be together forever. Ken forgot he was supposed to be wise and all knowing, just like he forgot to breathe.
It was as if all the lifetimes before and all the lifetimes thereafter never existed. It was then, and it was now, and it was forever all wrapped together under the blue and white sky.
But today he was no longer Ken. His hair and eyes were different, and his sagely smile gone. His now parents called him by a different name, and whoever he was for this time could only feel those loving caresses as a ghostly memory and nothing more. He didn't even live in Japan. For all he knew the trees had been torn down, the park abandoned, an empty lot erected.
So he closed his eyes and made pretend.
Once there was a patch of earth centered in a certain forest. He imagined they were not the first to have seen it, nor were they the last. But it had been theirs upon a time, and Ken had promised he would never return.
Their forever was over.