HANABI
"There's never a day that I have to remember you because I never for a moment forgot you."
Prologue
Weiss Kreuz does not belong to me.
All lyrics + selective chapter titles used throughout totally belongs to almighty Ayumi Hamasaki.
Pairings: major Ran/Ken, slight Ken/Omi, slight Schuldich/Ran, slight Schuldich/Crawford. –smirks- You'll know why soon.
Rating: from PG-13 to R (at later chapters for possible –ahems- scenes)
Please enjoy and review.
'Italics' are thoughts.
"…" are dialogues.
Italics with boldness are emphasis.
A/N: I got a really severe writer's block from "Because of You", thus deciding to rewrite everything again. So, ta-da! I renamed it to "HANABI" (it means fireworks in Japanese), partly inspired after listening to it several times.
Winter has begun. A new year is coming. Can you smell it?
Jingle bells, jingle bells…
25th December… does this date ring a bell in your head?
Christmas carols filled the streets, along with wondrous flashing lightings and exquisite decorations hanging off buildings and lampposts. The atmosphere created was happy, everyone was happy, little kids were screaming with joy. Truly, almost nobody can deny the spirit of Christmas…
…AlmostI buried my hands deeper into my coat's pockets and observed my surroundings as I walked down the snow-covered pavement. Fallen snow crunched under my boots. A gush of winter wind blew by, messing up my dangling crimson ear tails that I didn't stuff into my woolen hat(1).
At times, groups of certain enthusiastic children might run across my path, I cursed inaudibly under my breath. 'Stupid children…but immature enough to stay innocent and carefree', I thought and sort of envied them, just a little. The path came to an end at the traffic light crossing. Since everyone was still waiting, an advertisement on a gravity-defying extreme flat panel screen hovering above me caught my attention. Looking at it intently, I sighed… My creation didn't look that promising.
Year 3000 was a year for the acclaimed cyborgs of the century, and also for Ran. They were everyone's dreams. They made everyone happy. He had fulfilled everyone's dream, indirectly. It looked so human; it could even be someone's friend. Unfortunately, its creator wasn't contented with his works.
'How much help can these pieces of metallic shit can be to humans? In the end, every single command are programmed to react this or that way…Artificial Intelligence.'The traffic light flickered from red to green, signaling the crimson haired guy to cross. I could count, that by looking at the pack at the crossing alone, nine out of ten were with my product. Accidentally, someone was blind enough to bumped into me. His hair was brunette and definitely shorter then me.
"I'm so sorry!" He apologized profusely. His Personal Cyborg(2) held onto him, partly because it was programmed to react this way. "Are you safe, sir?" I heard it asking its owner. I wasn't really facing at him, but when he finished bowing apologetically, I caught sight of his eyes.
Amazing color I must say. Although I only got a quick look before I turned away, I could tell it was of deep chocolate brown color(3)…and warm. I sense some warm sensation sparking off inside me. His eyes possessed warmness anyone would yearn for if deprived of it. You know, like rays of sunshine? Future Tokyo wasn't that bright… there's always a constant hazed atmosphere hanging around, refusing to go away. Surprisingly on Christmas it wasn't that hazy anymore.
But I preferred dull cold atmosphere. Suits me perfectly.
We parted as fast as we met. But I had this feeling inside me I might see him soon again…destiny perhaps? I never really trusted such stuff. When I got to the other side, it was very unlike of me to turn around; half hoping I could at least catch another glimpse of the stranger.
'Too many people…' Was I disappointed?
Soon, I found myself standing in front of this certain tombstone, half-buried by snow. Cold. Icy. Emotionless. The carved words on the headstone stared back at me. My parents died in a highway car accident last Christmas. It was the oil tank's driver's fault. Drunk driver. I cursed him to the place deeper then hell.
It read: In memory of Mr. and Mrs. Fujimiya.
And, as though I did make a blind forgotten promise to someone, there'll be always 2 lilies, almost buried due to heavy snowing. Its' flower heads stood out of the snow, proud and glad to be noticed. I pulled them out, 'saving' them. It was fresh, so whoever always remembered to put, came not long ago. Until now I still couldn't make out who it was. I placed the flowers back gently, patted the lilies heads lightly.
Pure white, like the snow, like the soul of the kind stranger who always came mysteriously.
The thought of my younger sister, Aya, came into my mind. But, no, it couldn't be. For years, she was reported missing… oh, that dreaded memory started to crawl into my stream of thoughts. I clenched my fist into a ball, closed my eyes and sucked in the frozen dry air.
Be gone. Be gone. Erase it from my head.
I coughed slightly when the air inhaled hurt my throat, just a small sharp pain. I massaged my throat gently. Dry. But enough to make that thought fade away…
I made my way back home, slowly, by foot.
A/N:
(1) – Can you imagine! I know I can. O.O" KA-WA-II!
(2) – In future chapters, I'll only called 'em PC, Personal Cyborg.
(3) – Yes, is Ken's eyes chocolate brown? (Ok, I'm dumb. Please forgive me. I have short-term memory.)
Chapter 1 might take a while longer for me to finish. I'm having major tests next week. So, review and cya! Thank you all for reading in advance-smiles-