The Lost Days – The Backseats by the Window


There is a small, almost unknown bar downtown in this city, it's occupants drinking quietly with a single question in their mind, waiting for someone to voice it out loud. Eventually, the owner, after taking a last sip of his drink, out of his glass that was decorated with tarnished golden curls and small green stones the same colour as his drink, decided that he waited long enough.

"Where have you been?"

After the first questions, all around the young pair behind the bar the questions began to fill the smoky atmosphere.

"What have you been doing?"

"Why didn't you say anything?"

"When did you get back?"

"When did you leave?"

"Why did you come back?"

At the last question, jade and midnight eyes glared at the speakers, causing silence to fall once more.

The black haired man began to speak in soft tones, his voice purring and pulling his listeners into his tale of lies or truth without giving them a chance to stay away, his dark eyes on the woman next to him, who was calmly sipping her bottle of water, obviously used to the man's dramatic flares, if her rolling her eyes was any indication.

"Long before we graduated from high school, we had to get out of here. Yes, we went to festivals or we could stay away for a few days, but it wasn't what we really needed. So, as soon as we got our diplomas, we took the first trains we could find and vanished."

"Trains? You mean… you went different ways?" asked the blond next to the owner, his fingers twirling an empty glass around.

The woman answered him with an amused look. "Yeah, we did. We didn't see each other for years, until we both came back here, though we heard about each other through others on our journeys."

The silver haired man in the corner laughed. "I never thought I'd see the day you two weren't together for more than a week."

"And that was exactly why we went different ways," said the man with the ebony eyes. "It became too easy to forget about everything and everyone."

The other man's laughter died down to a sympathetic look a few seconds after that. "I see…"


A grave, the design simple and almost hidden behind the luxorious graves that surrounded it, flowers upon flowers and candles in front of it, nearby a blonde girl, barely twenty, shaking silently on the ground, all eyes avoiding her, the hypocrites, except for some of the younger teens who glanced at her with curiosity, while their parents looked down in disapproval at their children and the junkie girl who didn't speak a word, the hypocrites. A flash, another photograph, not of the grave that hailed millions, but the girl that was ignored by the world. The world was cruel, and kindness was a past that most forgot. No hands reaching out anymore, only looks of hate and words of evil. When the blonde looked up again, the strange girl that was alone was gone, though she would hardly remember seeing her in the morning. When she looked around, she found a bottle of water with food that looked like rice and strawberries mashed together to form small triangles next to her. A shadow of a smile reached her face as she saw money next to it, not enough for another shot, but just enough to make sure she'd survive until then.


"… did you come back?" Drawled a loud voice, breaking the young woman away from her memories. Before she could ask what the blonde woman sipping from a cup said, her companion answered in his usual cryptic ways.

"We had our reasons to come back, just as we had our reasons to stay away."


A young man with black eyes, his jacket used as a pillow for his head, lying in an almost empty metro in Berlin, opening his eyes as the vehicle stopped at another station, only to let in a large group of young teenagers supervised by several adults, clearly a class on a school trip with several teachers. He rolled his eyes at the irony of one of the teachers warning all of them that while they were walking through Berlin, they weren't allowed to go near Bahnhof Zoo because it would be filled with so-called 'unsavory persons who lived miserable lives and would have a negative influence' while one of the girls with a lollipop in her mouth and a look that said 'please fuck off and die' continued to read her book. The title was Christiane F. He almost laughed when another teacher, after warning all of them to stay together so they wouldn't be left behind in the metro, saw his students and colleagues stepping out and the doors closing between him, effectively trapping him in the almost empty coupé, while the rest of his group walked away without looking back.


The last question : "Are you going to stay?"

"Perhaps."

A few hours later, filled with talking and more drinks, most occupants leaving one by one, until only the owner and the older blonde were left, together with the mysterious pair behind the bar. The owner gave them a smile.

"We'll take our leave now, I'm going to assume that the two of you can lock it up later?"

The blonde glared at him, and he gave her a warning look that said he would explain it later. She nodded, and stood up to grab her coat, both she and the white haired man behind her leaving through the back door, feeling two suspicious stares on their backs. When they were outside, she glared at the smiling man next to her. "Explain."

He said nothing, just guided her to the stairs, up to a platform where they could see the inside through a small window. "Just watch, my dear."

When she looked inside, she saw that the young man was talking to the woman, and bowed to her, one hand in an inviting gesture. The jade eyed woman smiled and said something she couldn't hear, before accepting the hand, whose owner now lead them to the middle of the empty floor. She couldn't hear the music, but she could the beginning of them dancing, without rules or patterns, but with so much grace and familiarity that it made her sigh.


"Dance with me?" Asked the man with crimson eyes, inviting the young woman before him. She smiled, and spoke softly.

"I remember a time when you were didn't want to dance with me."

"As do I."

"You told me every time that you wouldn't be able to stop yourself if we'd dance."

"That is true, yes."

"Does that still apply?"

"Would you like to find out?"

"Yeah, actually. I would." She said, finally accepting the hand he gave her.

He took her to the middle of the empty floor, listening to the music and both of them swaying around, the look on their faces one of pure bliss, their eyes closed as they forgot the world around them.


There's a lady who's sure all that glitters is gold
And she's buying a stairway to heaven
And when she gets there she knows if the stores are all closed
With a word she can get what she came for

Ooh ooh ooh...ooh...ooh ooh ooh
And she's buying a stairway to heaven

There's a sign on the wall but she wants to be sure
'Cause you know sometimes words have two meanings
In the tree by the brook there's a songbird who sings
Sometimes all of our thoughts are misgiven

Oooh...It makes me wonder
Oooh...It makes me wonder

There's a feeling I get when I look to the west
And my spirit is crying for leaving
In my thoughts I have seen rings of smoke through the trees
And the voices of those who stand looking

Oooh...It makes me wonder
Oooh...And it makes me wonder

And it's whispered that soon, if we all called the tune
Then the piper will lead us to reason
And a new day will dawn for those who stand long
And the forest will echo with laughter

Woe woe woe woe woe oh
If there's a bustle in your hedgerow
Don't be alarmed now
It's just a spring clean for the May Queen
Yes there are two paths you can go by
but in the long run
There's still time to change the road you're on

And it makes me wonder...ohhh ooh woe

Your head is humming and it won't go -- in case you don´t know
The piper's calling you to join him
Dear lady can you hear the wind blow and did you know
Your stairway lies on the whispering wind

And as we wind on down the road
Our shadows taller than our souls
There walks a lady we all know
Who shines white light and wants to show
How everything still turns to gold
And if you listen very hard
The tune will come to you at last
When all are one and one is all, yeah
To be a rock and not to roll
Ooooooooooooh


The last line was lost on them as they finally kissed, forgetting all the rules and promises and painful memories that came before, all of it leading up to this one moment where the world seemed to stand impossibly still and there was an absolute silence.


And she's buying a stairway to heaven…


There is a small, almost unknown bar downtown in this city, and standing in the middle of the floor, beneath the one spotlight that was on, the rest of the bar in complete darkness, a young woman and a young man stood intertwined, finally showing their emotions to each other in their second kiss.


Yay, I updated '. Sorry for all the delay, but I suddenly had to work week after week (work being physical labor that keeled all my energy) and then go back to school. So. Not that much to tell. The first flashback is Sakura's, while she's in Paris near a certain grave (Imaginary ichigo onigiri for the first person who can tell me which grave and what cemetery) and the second one is Itachi's while he's in Berlin.

So, some background information and another kiss!

I love all of you people, ya know? And I'm not going to reveal the twisted and demented history of Itachi and Sakura just yet... it's way too much fun to make all of you guess for a while. Kudos to Sakura4eva and BloodxMoonxNightmare for commenting on the Woodstock parts XD GO BEAT 'EM WITH STICKS, I SAY! Woodstock rules/ruled. Just to be clear. -cough-

This whole write-without-actually-using-any-names-thing is quite funny... Let's see how long I can keep it up?

Actually, the first flashback is based on my own visit to that place, including the girl and the way people acted around her. However, no acts of kindness in the real world. It was the beginning of May, two years ago. The second flashback, I wrote myself in the story (How very sad of me, really), and is a true memory, with the exception of Itachi. Seriously, one of my teacher kept repeating that we had to stay together and got himself lost . And I've read that book multiple times, though it was the Dutch version, so the teacher that kept going on about Bahnhof Zoo would have amused me, if I didn't suffer from lack of sleep, which only two hours of it, followed by visiting half of Berlin in one day can do to ya. That was about a week after Paris.

The song is called Stairway to Heaven, by Led Zeppelin, and it was the song I was listening the entire time while writing this.

Please be so kind to leave a review, because you people totally rock my day when I read them!

- May-D.