***Disclaimer: You know what I'm going to say, but here it is again---I did
not create any of the main characters in this story, I stole them from
Gravitation. I also stole song lyrics from Gravitation. I apologize if my
stealing upsets you.***
Tuesday 11:40pm.
The apartment door creaked open wearily. The light from the corridor pushed aside the darkness in the hallway of the apartment. A pair of dusty suede shoes paused at the doorway, and emptied themselves of the sore feet that they had been cushioning for countless hours.
Yuki hung up his coat and staggered towards his room, not even bothering to open the lights. The pale moonlight illuminated the apartment and covered the furniture in an ethereal glow. The door to his room was opened halfway, and when he pushed it open he saw the outline of a figure on his bed. Yuki moved closer and found what he had expected--- Shuichi. Shuichi was still in his orange-hooded shirt, and had curled himself up into a ball with a sweet grin on his face. Yuki planted a kiss on the soft cheek of his sleeping boyfriend, and turned around to unbutton his shirt. A book lay open on the nightstand, and a glittering chain rested on it. Yuki picked up the bracelet and moved towards the window to examine it, deciding against opening any lamps in fear of waking Shuichi.
The moonlight bounced off the golden chain, giving it a mysterious glow. The design was simple: several layers of golden strands formed a strand, which was bound by tubes throughout its length. The clasp was made with a horn-shaped moon fastening onto a golden, round sun. Yuki felt some indentations on the clasp as he brushed his thumb over it; he squinted to take a clearer look. On the sun, an "S" was carved, and on the moon, a "Y". Yuki fastened the clasp to see the "S" aligned beside the "Y", and a smile appeared on his face. He placed the fastened bracelet onto the nightstand, and turned his attention to the opened book. He picked it up and angled it towards the moonlight.
It was the book he had been looking at and signing in for the whole day, and it was opened to the first page. He had flipped to this page so many times that he didn't pay attention to it anymore. But now, under the soothing moonlight, he began reading the first words he wrote when he started that book and reminded himself of the reason the book was written in the first place:
"Dedicated to my beloved: Because of you, I have learned to smile again."
At the bottom of the page, Yuki found the words he had scribbled earlier in the day at the shopping mall in Tokyo. Unlike the illegible scribbling he had repeated hundreds of times before (also known as his signature), Yuki remembered the urgency under which he had to express in a few words the myriad of emotions he felt looking at the face he was so fond of melt into an expression of doom and gloom. In a hurry, he had written down the simple phrase: "Happy Valentine's Day, Shuichi."
Yuki chided himself for merely coming up with such a commonplace statement. It was unbecoming of a romance novelist of such high standards as himself. He remembered the disappointment plastered onto Shuichi's face when he told him basically to get lost. He remembered fervently trying to meet Shuichi's eyes and to communicate how sorry he was and how much he wanted to be with him. He remembered the worthlessness he felt when he saw the sulky orange hood moving out of his sight. Worthless just like when he was betrayed by his mentor, unable to sort out his feelings and powerless to change the circumstances......Yuki slammed the book close with a thud to shut out the painful recollections.
Turning towards the bed once again, Yuki stared at the shimmery pink hair and glowing silk-like skin and the softest, most peaceful smile. Yuki could not help but smile along. Shuichi's emotions seemed to radiate from that tireless little body and reflect off Yuki: when Shuichi laughed, Yuki smiled; when Shuichi cried, Yuki became teary; when Shuichi got angry, Yuki got agitated. Yuki teased himself for being emotionally dependent on Shuichi, but somehow he knew it was okay because Shuichi will be there, making faces, parading around in costumes, biting where he hated to be bitten, clinging onto him like a parasite and not giving up on his outrageous antics no matter how many times Yuki disapproved of them. And when the little ferret wasn't around, his voice and his face would linger in his head and constantly remind Yuki of how much Shuichi missed him.
The worn-out body of the blond-haired man sank into the mattress. It found its way behind the curled up furball and wrapped around it. Yuki's chin gently rested on Shuichi's mat of hair, his chest pressed against Shuichi's curved back, his knees lifted up to touch the sole of Shuichi's feet, and his arms embraced the warm body lying next to him. And then...and then.....he fell asleep.
High up in the sky, the curved figure of the crescent moon sat silently amongst the clouds, reflecting the intense energy of the sun and turning it into a warm embrace. The whole world fell asleep under the moon's hypnotic spell and the only sound left was that made by the hands of the clock, ticking the time away with unfailing persistence.
It was Wednesday 12:00am.
Tuesday 11:40pm.
The apartment door creaked open wearily. The light from the corridor pushed aside the darkness in the hallway of the apartment. A pair of dusty suede shoes paused at the doorway, and emptied themselves of the sore feet that they had been cushioning for countless hours.
Yuki hung up his coat and staggered towards his room, not even bothering to open the lights. The pale moonlight illuminated the apartment and covered the furniture in an ethereal glow. The door to his room was opened halfway, and when he pushed it open he saw the outline of a figure on his bed. Yuki moved closer and found what he had expected--- Shuichi. Shuichi was still in his orange-hooded shirt, and had curled himself up into a ball with a sweet grin on his face. Yuki planted a kiss on the soft cheek of his sleeping boyfriend, and turned around to unbutton his shirt. A book lay open on the nightstand, and a glittering chain rested on it. Yuki picked up the bracelet and moved towards the window to examine it, deciding against opening any lamps in fear of waking Shuichi.
The moonlight bounced off the golden chain, giving it a mysterious glow. The design was simple: several layers of golden strands formed a strand, which was bound by tubes throughout its length. The clasp was made with a horn-shaped moon fastening onto a golden, round sun. Yuki felt some indentations on the clasp as he brushed his thumb over it; he squinted to take a clearer look. On the sun, an "S" was carved, and on the moon, a "Y". Yuki fastened the clasp to see the "S" aligned beside the "Y", and a smile appeared on his face. He placed the fastened bracelet onto the nightstand, and turned his attention to the opened book. He picked it up and angled it towards the moonlight.
It was the book he had been looking at and signing in for the whole day, and it was opened to the first page. He had flipped to this page so many times that he didn't pay attention to it anymore. But now, under the soothing moonlight, he began reading the first words he wrote when he started that book and reminded himself of the reason the book was written in the first place:
"Dedicated to my beloved: Because of you, I have learned to smile again."
At the bottom of the page, Yuki found the words he had scribbled earlier in the day at the shopping mall in Tokyo. Unlike the illegible scribbling he had repeated hundreds of times before (also known as his signature), Yuki remembered the urgency under which he had to express in a few words the myriad of emotions he felt looking at the face he was so fond of melt into an expression of doom and gloom. In a hurry, he had written down the simple phrase: "Happy Valentine's Day, Shuichi."
Yuki chided himself for merely coming up with such a commonplace statement. It was unbecoming of a romance novelist of such high standards as himself. He remembered the disappointment plastered onto Shuichi's face when he told him basically to get lost. He remembered fervently trying to meet Shuichi's eyes and to communicate how sorry he was and how much he wanted to be with him. He remembered the worthlessness he felt when he saw the sulky orange hood moving out of his sight. Worthless just like when he was betrayed by his mentor, unable to sort out his feelings and powerless to change the circumstances......Yuki slammed the book close with a thud to shut out the painful recollections.
Turning towards the bed once again, Yuki stared at the shimmery pink hair and glowing silk-like skin and the softest, most peaceful smile. Yuki could not help but smile along. Shuichi's emotions seemed to radiate from that tireless little body and reflect off Yuki: when Shuichi laughed, Yuki smiled; when Shuichi cried, Yuki became teary; when Shuichi got angry, Yuki got agitated. Yuki teased himself for being emotionally dependent on Shuichi, but somehow he knew it was okay because Shuichi will be there, making faces, parading around in costumes, biting where he hated to be bitten, clinging onto him like a parasite and not giving up on his outrageous antics no matter how many times Yuki disapproved of them. And when the little ferret wasn't around, his voice and his face would linger in his head and constantly remind Yuki of how much Shuichi missed him.
The worn-out body of the blond-haired man sank into the mattress. It found its way behind the curled up furball and wrapped around it. Yuki's chin gently rested on Shuichi's mat of hair, his chest pressed against Shuichi's curved back, his knees lifted up to touch the sole of Shuichi's feet, and his arms embraced the warm body lying next to him. And then...and then.....he fell asleep.
High up in the sky, the curved figure of the crescent moon sat silently amongst the clouds, reflecting the intense energy of the sun and turning it into a warm embrace. The whole world fell asleep under the moon's hypnotic spell and the only sound left was that made by the hands of the clock, ticking the time away with unfailing persistence.
It was Wednesday 12:00am.
