Memories
Chapitre Six
Dreaming
Oh wow, it's the sixth chapitre already! – Feels happy – Okay so with my sexy desktop wallpaper of Syaoran and Mokona (this site has the best ones ever), I shall type another one! Again! … But I am starving in hunger. I haven't eaten a lot during the past few days. Damn. And before I start, I must thank all those who have added my story or me onto your favourite list. Thanks!
And to those who live in America: I hope you had a great Thanksgiving!
Note: I'm writing like, a hell lotta one-shots right now (Fai-Kurogane and Wata-Doume) and I would appreciate it if you look at them too! There are a couple of other stories like Cup of Tea, Alleys of Venice, and Obsession. Hope you can stop by once I get 'em up!
Another Note: I just realized that I centered on Doumeki and Watanuki yesterday. Well then, for a brief moment, I shall introduce my love for the Yasha-Ashura pairing! Whoo! Ah; before I put that in, Ashura goes to college in France so… I shall make the siblings meet in some town one day :D
Ah, sorry for not updating in such a while. Well was low again and wouldn't work, damn it.
Disclaimer: Me no own Tsubasa. Me own this mug of chocolate though. :3
Full Summary: The photographer Fai D. Flowright loves to take pictures of nature everywhere around the world. Another tourist has the same hobby, taking pictures of historical sites. Unfortunately on their recent trip, they have switched cameras with each other's photos. Will they be able to give the cameras back? And what will happen then?
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Sometimes what you dream can affect what you love, what you dream can inspire you to get whatever you wanted in your life…
She went crazy. Purely crazy.
Ichihara Yuuko, the owner of the Wish Makers shop in Tokyo, Japan, was going absolutely crazy over one – more like two – things. And those things were simply so: Watanuki and Doumeki.
Over the past few minutes – thought it seemed like hours to the 'poor' Watanuki – Doumeki was 'harassing' Watanuki in ways that made people squeal in excitement, but clearly made Kimihiro Watanuki pissed.
And they were still going at it; at least, Doumeki Shizuka was. Stuttering, stammering, backing up against walls was what Watanuki was doing the whole time.
Ichihara Yuuko loved it.
And so was the camera.
Kurogane, though very uncharacteristic of him, was shooting away, snapping pictures of the two backing up onto the nearest table as Doumeki's pale, large hand would reach out and cup Watanuki's face. Watanuki almost fainted once, not as if a fan girl would if she saw her idol stare at her for a millisecond, but he fainted in aggravation, if not from the immense and ridiculous heat of his cheeks.
"You can tell me to stop," Doumeki muttered, his practically miniscule eyes narrowing down at the teenager.
"But you wouldn't let me go even if I did!" the employee snapped back. The archer smirked again, bringing his face closer to his.
"Ah, I see. So if I say that I'd let you go, would you tell me to?"
"Yes."
"And if I listened to the words you're begging for, do you think you'd be let go?"
"Yes."
"You said you like that Kunogi girl, right?"
"Yes!"
"And you also like to work for Ichihara-san, no?"
"Yes!"
"Do you like m-?"
"Yes!" Watanuki yelled, cutting Doumeki off. The taller of the two stood there for a moment, dropping his hand to his waist and gave him an odd look.
"You didn't let me finish my question."
"Yes!" He snapped his mouth shut when he realized what Doumeki was about to ask, and he cursed all the gods up in the heavens for making him impatient.
"Do you like m-?"
Obviously, Watanuki knew what was going to come up next: Yuuko running up to them, squeezing them in a tight embrace, screaming "I'll go prepare your wedding! Must make invitations now!" Watanuki winced at that thought.
Kurogane was enjoying this too much. He on the other hand thanked the gods up there for letting this digital camera have a video recording system too.
…
The blond photographer was getting really bored as he continued stargazing on the condo's plaza in the back of the building. He would've loved to take a swim, but who in their right mind would go swimming in near winter at eleven in the night with one of the most expensive coats you had on? Definitely not Fai; at least he was sane.
With the yawn the man leaned back against the chair. He couldn't shed his clothes off and just jump into the pool, no one would. Cobalt blue eyes glanced to the side to find a couple in the corner of the plaza, doing something Fai really didn't want to know about. Instead he just shook his head and looked away, shivering slightly at the thoughts.
But then again, he thought as a frowned was plastered upon his face, I don't think Ashura is a virgin anymore… Fai stopped his idea from traveling on, already feeling heat rise up to his face. He heard a muffled moan and knew that right now was the time to run back into his condo and lock the doors for the night.
And he did so.
Turning on the iPod he had bought a few weeks ago, Fai turned it on and immediately went to the Asian section. He picked his favourite song, smiling to himself before skipping to the very middle of the song.
The photographer stopped the song there and thought about the two lines. When a yellow balloon flies, in my heart wonderful memories come back? A smile formed on his lips as a hollow chuckle escaped from them. He had a disturbed and depressed look on his face when he repeated that line over and over in his mind.
I've never had 'wonderful' memories, have I?
…
"You must get together!" Yuuko yelled as this time Watanuki covered his ears and muttered "So noisy."
She fumed as the teenager retreated to his room for the night. But she had other plans; she had a whole list of them running through the back of her deep, dark mind. Yuuko smirked evilly as she whipped around and headed for Doumeki's room, a bottle of something hidden under her shirt.
"Doumeki-kun…"
Kurogane heard someone walking past his room and didn't bother to think about who it was; instead he turned on the camera again and grinned wickedly as he looked through his pictures of the past night.
It was classic. Pictures of Watanuki getting ganged up by Yuuko, Doumeki and even Maru and Moro one time. And sometimes there were pictures of Doumeki leaning a bit too close to Watanuki, saying it was an 'accident'. Sure, anyone would call the idea of literally dropping a cup of wine on top of someone's head and then lapping it from the shell of their ear an accident.
Looking through the videos, he immediately went to his own video that was titled 'Doumeki and Watanuki?'
Of course, he didn't notice the other videos with small screenshots of a certain blond, smiling as he recorded his trip to Taiwan…
…
Fai was asleep by one in the morning; his arms were sprawled out in front of him as the blanket was crumpled up and at his feet. His legs were hanging out from the side of the bed and his hair was like a huge blond mess.
There were footsteps right outside his door. A click was heard. Then the twisting of a golden doorknob. With Fai sleeping, it was a whole lot easier for someone to barge into his room and steal anything. The person, however, stood there with the biggest smile on their face ever.
Tip-toeing across the floor, careful not to wake up the sleeping photographer, the person's shadow loomed over Fai's still figure.
"Mmfrgh… God, those pastries are wonderful…" Fai muttered in his sleep as he squirmed a bit, perhaps from the fact that he was being stared by a complete stranger or maybe because he was trying to grab for the pastries that were floating around in his mind.
"Fai…"
There was no reply, of course, but the photographer waved his hand in the air, as if saying "Ooh, ooh, gimme a pastry please!" The person who was leaning over Fai snickered slightly and beckoned another person over.
…
… However most dreams are fantasies beyond this world, beyond imagination, that it's practically impossible for it to happen.
Five hours ago, back in Paris, France, Ashura and Yasha were in a subway linking from Paris to literally any other city there was. The couple was holding each other's hands lovingly, staring at each other for moments without getting tired of it. No one expected Ashura to be a boy, especially with long beautiful hair like that, so a passerby would think that they were a straight couple.
Ashura let his head drop against Yasha's shoulder during their ride, his dazed eyes glancing up to meet with his lover's.
"Hrm, Yasha-kun," Ashura droned out as he lifted his hand to pet Yasha on the face softly, "you have the key, right?"
Yasha let out a chuckle and for a second there was an evil glint in his eyes. "Why, of course my dear Ashura," he whispered back, nuzzling his nose against Ashura's. The smaller of the two laughed and wrapped his arms around his neck, bringing his boyfriend's face closer to his.
"You don't think he'll hate us, do you?" Yasha rolled his eyes and let out a sigh.
"Ashura, he loves you too much to hate you. I mean, who could?" He pulled at Ashura's cheeks playfully and smiled at him.
"I love you too, Yasha."
"And I you."
…
Five hours after the subway ride, the couple was in Fai's room, staring down at the still figure whose undershirt was pulled up, showing inches of bare, pale skin. Ashura giggled as he poked his older brother in the stomach lightly, seeing if he would move. Yet Fai continued sleeping. Yasha was impatiently tapping his foot on the carpeted floor and was waiting for the photographer to wake up from Ashura's ministrations. Yet the blond man didn't move a bit, which ticked both Ashura and Yasha off.
"Wake up, aniki!" Ashura yelled into Fai's ear, just enough so no one could hear from outside the room.
Fai woke up with a start, yelling out a string of words that no matter how much you rearranged them, they made no sense.
"Huh?" He let out a confused whimper as he spotted four amber eyes looking at him. Fai was just about to reach for the metal bat he had under his bed when a hand caught his, pausing him.
"Aniki, are you still half asleep, or are you awake but insane enough to whack me with a bat?" Fai blinked. No one else had called him 'aniki'; take out Ashura or occasionally Yasha.
"… Ashu…ra is that you?" Fai mumbled as he rubbed his eyes with the palm of his eyes. Ashura let out a laugh as his older brother gave a rather pathetic look as he stared up at the couple.
"Well duh. We just came by to visit you and look, you're already asleep!" Yasha draped his arms around his lover's shoulders, bringing him closer to his own body.
"Do you have an extra room, Fai-san?" the oldest of the couple asked. Fai had randomly pointed to any direction of the unlit room, too lazy to actually get up and show them where.
"To the left, right past the door, past the bathroom…" he slurred before falling back on his bed with a thump.
Ashura rolled his eyes at his older brother's childish behavior. "Sad. Well, let's go, Yasha-kun." He tugged at his boyfriend's arm, pulling him towards the room Fai had 'pointed' to. There were silent snores as the two had disappeared into the separate room, and that was all.
…
Kurogane jumped up in the comfortable sofa in his bedroom of the manor when he heard several shrieks and groans of protest from the room next door. An eyebrow shot up when the shrieks continued, with the occasional "Yuuko-san, not the-!"
The photographer was rather surprised when he opened the door and found Watanuki and Doumeki literally bounded onto the leg of the bed with Yuuko in front of them, a roll of duct tape in her clutches. He let out a faint whistle as she continued adding tape to securely tie them against the bed.
"Now you two stay here until you figure out how to get yourselves out of this mess!" she chirped, clapping. Watanuki gave her a disgusted look.
"Huh? Do you know how to get out of this mess?" Watanuki asked, glaring at her with all his might. The mentor giggled for a bit, glancing at the distressed look on Doumeki's face. With a sigh she replied. "Nope, sorry I don't!"
And with that the woman skipped out of the room, dropping the roll of duct tape on the floor right before their eyes.
"Yuuko-san!" Watanuki yelled at his employer as she left the room, shutting the door closed with the lights off. Kurogane slowly slipped away from the room through the entrance that connected the two rooms together.
I guess Jack and Jill rooms are good occasionally… Reaching for the camera again, he quickly took a picture of the frustrated two tied against the legs of the bed. After the small flash subsided, Doumeki glanced at the photographer's direction, only able to catch a spike of hair that disappeared immediately.
Kurogane sat down on the sofa he was previously sitting on and took another look at the pictures he had taken that day. Pictures of Watanuki, Doumeki, Yuuko, the twins, himself with a drunken Yuuko, or all of them combined. He rolled his eyes, letting out a sigh.
"And I wonder how Christmas will be," Kurogane joked. He was glancing at the pictures as they showed the preview, and accidentally came across one he didn't take a few hours ago. It was a random picture; a picture of a squirrel on a tree branch, its nose high up in the air, paws at its chest. For a moment the photographer wondered why this person would take such a stupid picture, especially of a squirrel.
Uninterested in the pictures, Kurogane turned the camera off and placed it on the small coffee table in front of the sofa. With a grunt he walked up to the bed on the very edge of the room and threw himself on it, letting out a satisfied sigh when his head came in contact with the comfortable mattress.
"Please tell me there'll be no more interruptions…"
…
Fai was up out of bed near the kitchen sink, stomach growling and face extremely pale. He leaned forward over the sink, groaning out loud as he tasted something acidic in his mouth. "God…"
Ashura, who was a very light sleeper, had heard the moan from the kitchen and rushed towards his brother who was currently clutching onto the wooden countertop, eyes bulging out and mouth wide open.
"Aniki!"
…
Fai ended up in bed again, this time with Ashura and Yasha surrounding him, annoyed looks on their faces. Confused, he was giving them looks that seemed to have said "What'd I do?"
Yasha caught onto what he was saying and let out a sigh. "Were you eating anything bad, aniki?" The blond photographer thought for a moment but shook his head. But I did eat the snails, he thought to himself.
"Were you outside for too long, aniki?" Ashura asked worriedly. His older brother had a thinking face on for the next few seconds and nodded slightly.
"I was only outside for a few hours," he croaked out, shivering in disgust of his own voice. The youngest of the three hugged his brother, scolding him.
"Don't do that; mother has always told you that your bronchitis was caused by the cold. And France isn't the warmest place on Earth, aniki." Fai patted his younger brother on the back softly, grinning.
"Ah well, at least I didn't pass out like last time." Yasha gave him a stern look, his look saying that he couldn't accept the fact that he went around the world alone and had a serious problem like that.
"Aniki, don't joke around. Passing out or not, you still have bronchitis and it's going to affect you. Just try to look over yourself a bit more." Then his frown turned into a crooked smile. "And if I were you, I wouldn't speak to any girls with that voice of yours." Fai rolled his eyes at Yasha's statement.
"Yeah, thanks for your advice, Yasha-kun."
…
The photographer was on his bed, legs and arms sprawled all over the covers, soft snores escaping his lips once in a while. Kurogane was dreaming, something he usually didn't do, about his past. The man never really did lament over the past, seeing that it was 'useless', trying to change it by thinking about it. But today, somehow, was different; different only because it wasn't focusing on the horrible parts of his life, but more along the bright parts.
He was dreaming about his new home back in Russia where the snow collected up in mounds here and there, where there were constantly thick warm coats on sale, or hats made of wool. It was different than the other countries he had lived in previously, but the coldness was somewhat inviting to him.
Kurogane, around the age of eleven, was often found outside of their house and playing around in the shopping centre. He would always gaze into the shops with sweets, or shops with toys and clothes. The blood red eyes of his would always glitter whenever he passed the shops. Yes, it was Christmas time.
The young child was eyeing a specific item, an item that usual kids weren't interested in, but it had caught his attention. Computers weren't really as 'cheap' as they were now, so Kurogane didn't want to kill his parent's money for buying that. Instead his bright eyes would longingly stare at the old-styled camera that was held on the shelf in the front of the shop. But the bright eyes would dim in sadness whenever he saw the price of the camera, thinking it was literally impossible to afford such an expensive item.
And then Christmas came along just like that. Kurogane, being an only child, had to gather all his money and buy something for his parents like a good little boy would have. His cousin Tomoyo came over on that day with presents, large and small, thick and thin. Since her parents were thriving in their business, she thought that a few extra presents couldn't hurt them.
Then when Kurogane had opened his presents, after hours of eating cookies, drinking milk and listening to stories that his relatives would share, he eagerly reached out for the rectangular box wrapped in shining red and white wrapping paper. Slowly he ripped it apart and gasped when he saw the camera he had always wanted with a small bow attached to it.
"Dear Kurogane," the letter next to it had read, "I've always been seeing you eyeing that small piece of technology of yours, so I thought that even though it was a little overpriced, our family could afford it. Better put good use to it, Kuro-pon. Love, Father."
The dream continued as the young photographer slept, his hand reaching out for the camera that was placed rather awkwardly on the pillow next to him. His grip on the leather strap tightened once his hands felt it.
Though it wasn't his, Kurogane felt a strong bond between the stranger's camera and him already.
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Chapitre six for Memories ish finished! Huzzah! – Celebrates – So I wanna end this story… soon. Probably in a few more chapitres it'll be finished. I can't continue this forever because I gotta make them… well, y'know. I'll probably get over ten chapitres then I'll decide when it ends. … Why is it that I'm crying over the fact that Fai-Fai lost his eye in volume seventeen? I like, started crying because Syao-Syao (the fake one) literally ate his eyes out. It's just like Watanuki's eyes, damn it! – Rambles on and on – And speaking of Watanuki-kun, I don't think he should see Himawari-chan anymore! She's the one who caused him to fall out the window, damn it! – Hisses – Right, sorry about that. ;;
So, thanks for those who reviewed (you should know who you are already) and… well, I hope you review for this one too.
Happy (Late) Thanksgiving to all those who live in America.
-Muffinizer pyu!