Kaede looked at the worn, black and white converse sneakers that he kept in
the darkest corner of his wardrobe. He stared at them with his deep blue
eyes. These shoes. .they belonged to his father. He remembered the times
when both of them, father and son, spent hours on end together having fun.
When it autumn, his father would rake the golden leaves, while he tried his best to be of help, struggling with the rake handle which was way taller than him. When his father would oversleep on Sundays, then rush out, gulping down a piece of toast, quickly slip them on and sprint to off to do the shopping before the fresh stuff was snapped up. When Keade banged his bicycle against a fire hydrant one morning on the way to school---he was cycling, half asleep yet again. When cold winter mornings made their old Honda refuse to start up properly. When his father would make playthings for him in the shed, filling it with wood shavings, while Kaede watched, fascinated. When his father taught him basketball. Defence. Footwork. Passes. Dribbling. He remembered begging his father to teach him a fade away as an early tenth birthday present. He learnt the technique quickly --- from a book in junior high.
He remembered how his father left that day. Kaede had just come back from school and saw his father was all dressed up, suit, tie, and black leather shoes. His big and heavy grey suitcase was next to him as he lay his keys in the shallow wooden cherry wood bowl. "Ne, tou-chan, where are going? Your case is so heavy!" he curiously asked as he attempted to lift the suitcase. "Osaka. I've been offered to coach a team there, and the pay's really good." "But that means you'll be gone for a long time, right? Then take me along too!" "I can't Kae-chan. Your mother will take care of you, and I'll be back during spring break, then we all can go Kyushu and see the sakura, ne?" "Demo, what about the fade away? You promised to teach me! Okaa-san can't teach me. And her bedtime stories aren't as good as y---" "Maa, I'll be back. Honto. Pinky promise." They locked their little fingers before he got a goodbye kiss. Then he stood up and gave his mother a quick peck on the cheek. "I'll send you a postcard. You've always wanted to see Osaka ne, koibito?" "Hn."
Spring came and went. The winters passed, but his father never returned home. Yet somehow, he naively held on tightly to a glimmer of hope that his father would come back. Maybe, just maybe he'd come home. He promised to return didn't he? -------------@
A pair of strong, tanned arms made their way around Kaede's waist. "Oi, stop thinking so much koi. It's disturbing. Don't forget we've got a match with Kainan tomorrow, ne?" "Hn." Keade snuggled against his lover, resting his head in the crook of the other's neck. "Oyasumi, Kae-chan." ". . Stop hogging the blanket Hana." *smirk* "Cold?" Hanamichi asked, nibbling on Keade's earlobe.. ..
~~~*@*~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Yay!!! My first yaoi ficlet!! And proud of it!! This is actually for literature (minus the yaoi fluff). ^^ So, how was it? Onegai, review!!! Or e-mail !!(mi liiike)Domo!!! *bounces about*
When it autumn, his father would rake the golden leaves, while he tried his best to be of help, struggling with the rake handle which was way taller than him. When his father would oversleep on Sundays, then rush out, gulping down a piece of toast, quickly slip them on and sprint to off to do the shopping before the fresh stuff was snapped up. When Keade banged his bicycle against a fire hydrant one morning on the way to school---he was cycling, half asleep yet again. When cold winter mornings made their old Honda refuse to start up properly. When his father would make playthings for him in the shed, filling it with wood shavings, while Kaede watched, fascinated. When his father taught him basketball. Defence. Footwork. Passes. Dribbling. He remembered begging his father to teach him a fade away as an early tenth birthday present. He learnt the technique quickly --- from a book in junior high.
He remembered how his father left that day. Kaede had just come back from school and saw his father was all dressed up, suit, tie, and black leather shoes. His big and heavy grey suitcase was next to him as he lay his keys in the shallow wooden cherry wood bowl. "Ne, tou-chan, where are going? Your case is so heavy!" he curiously asked as he attempted to lift the suitcase. "Osaka. I've been offered to coach a team there, and the pay's really good." "But that means you'll be gone for a long time, right? Then take me along too!" "I can't Kae-chan. Your mother will take care of you, and I'll be back during spring break, then we all can go Kyushu and see the sakura, ne?" "Demo, what about the fade away? You promised to teach me! Okaa-san can't teach me. And her bedtime stories aren't as good as y---" "Maa, I'll be back. Honto. Pinky promise." They locked their little fingers before he got a goodbye kiss. Then he stood up and gave his mother a quick peck on the cheek. "I'll send you a postcard. You've always wanted to see Osaka ne, koibito?" "Hn."
Spring came and went. The winters passed, but his father never returned home. Yet somehow, he naively held on tightly to a glimmer of hope that his father would come back. Maybe, just maybe he'd come home. He promised to return didn't he? -------------@
A pair of strong, tanned arms made their way around Kaede's waist. "Oi, stop thinking so much koi. It's disturbing. Don't forget we've got a match with Kainan tomorrow, ne?" "Hn." Keade snuggled against his lover, resting his head in the crook of the other's neck. "Oyasumi, Kae-chan." ". . Stop hogging the blanket Hana." *smirk* "Cold?" Hanamichi asked, nibbling on Keade's earlobe.. ..
~~~*@*~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Yay!!! My first yaoi ficlet!! And proud of it!! This is actually for literature (minus the yaoi fluff). ^^ So, how was it? Onegai, review!!! Or e-mail !!(mi liiike)Domo!!! *bounces about*