'Ol pal of my heart is from Jamie O'Neill's book 'At Swim, Two Boys'; the places mentioned are in Kamakura, a part of Kanagawa. Standard disclaimers apply.
Light Shines Heavy
Blinded little questions that Kiminobu Kogure could not answer, fresh ghetto lights from the Tsurugaoka-hachiman-gu shrine escaped at the picturesque sight embellished by the merry thoughts of the brown-eyed. Having to be the same, cherry blossoms that promenaded the foyer of the shrine looked like daffodils at the sentiments jazzing up Kiminobu's psyche; darkness was already spilling through the firmament and everything else underneath – traditionally crafted stores have sprung up before the lad could even notice, people on their postmodern garbs passing his solitude by. Kiminobu smiled softly at the snowflakes crying out from the azure sky, embroidered by the platinum beauty of moonbeams cracking at the dawn of the stars. He sat there waiting for no one but himself, with answers that remained stopping time as though the brown-eyed had left himself somewhere between stillness and shifting preoccupation.
On the length to find more wealthy meanings to think of, transcending beyond his experience, Kiminobu Kogure thought of memories within memories, swirling helplessly to create joints of conception unimaginable. And he can't help standing on something, asking forgiveness to people of imaginary realms, of images that flicker right about everywhere in his sight.
Suddenly coldness turned warmth at the sight of his 'ol pal of his heart. Hisashi Mitsui came striding swiftly like it wasn't walking at all. Dandelion pretty daffodils are clung and with a few more steps both exchanged blushes at the sight of neon lights starting to rise above the canopies. Leaving the half-life, fugitives from the phenomenon of social possibilities unknown to their acquaintances, Hisashi and Kiminobu strolled with chimera notorious only for them both.
"Sorry,"
"It's okay, I'm just early," Kiminobu said warmly and it melted the snows that have lodged Hisashi's coat and scarf, even his blue-black tresses, too.
Flares of light flickered at the iridescent ambience. Christmas never felt complemented this way, both thought; cherry blossoms bordered the dim-lighted streets of Kamakura with endless songs bound to waltz people eternally – piano touches, guitar mixes and lovely voices echoing at the spatial phenomenon of everyone's existence – Christmas was filled with perfection, or at least that is what 'ol pal of each other's hearts deemed. Solitude crept mutually at them and they were in pavements secretly hidden at the masks of hypocritical and dogmatic people who hated open-mindedness.
Hisashi Mitsui held the other's hand, stretching as they delicately take each step of waltz, refined jazz of suppleness and gentle whispering of nonsense words, endlessly waltzing, almost touching...
Blue eyes responded at the unbearable warmth of brown hues at the axis of his sight. Delicate skin glowed in the moonbeams and sensually soothed Mitsui, and at the back of his mind, he can picture himself sitting on the benches of Shohoku gymnasium, head resting on his palm, barely breathing, thinking only of nothing but seeing those serene yet distant brown eyes that meant of sincerity and innocence.
"I won't wish the lot... when you're not," he whispered, closing his eyes only to feel the other's head snuggling against.
Kiminobu Kogure smells of winter aroma and masculine musk, of drenched cherry blossoms, of rushes of blood at the moment happening before he can decipher it. Whether or not answers lay inches away from him it didn't matter, as everything's the same in the end; looking for answers in this life has been taking us away from our novel genesis, our light and darkness that shine heavy on us and everything else beyond it.
And they danced the night away, whispering to each other that everything will be okay. Like they promised. Fresh ghetto lights and moonbeams slithered pass their souls and it was everything all they could ask for.
"Merry Christmas," both said, laughing softly at the coincidence of welcoming Christmas at the very same time.
