This is the birthday fic I wrote for Ryoma last year.
Can't believe it took me so long to get round to putting it up in my ff(.)net account.
Sorry people.
Separated Sentiment
A cool breeze ruffled dark hair, curtains blown up and around to frame the silent figure.
Eyes intently watching a blue horizon darken, neon glows driving back the darkness.
An empty ache forming in his heart as the blue depths he'd been waiting for was lost to false grey light as a city opened for the night.
Ryoma sighed, no longer interested in the sight before him, but with nothing better to do. Hands cradling his face to hold a head burdened with longing for things far out of his reach.
He was startled from his inward spiralling contemplation as the piercing commercial jingle that was his phone's ring began to fill the room behind him.
He considered ignoring it. It was probably another fan who'd somehow got hold of his phone number, maybe his father ready to hound his son over the lack of cute women swinging from his arm. But, it may not be…
With a resigned shrug of his shoulders Ryoma went to search out the shrill tones that had disturbed his solitude.
Items flung from his bag to reach it in time, only to have it stop just as he finally got a hand to it.
Despite the improbability of the call being one he wanted, Ryoma felt the emptiness on his chest gain a whole new weight, choking his breath in his throat.
A few deep breaths to regain control of the necessary function and he grew accustomed to the weight as he'd grown used to the emptiness before it.
Reaching to return the phone to it's place, he was surprised as the shrill tones rang out once more, his hands automatically answering the call, cutting it off mid-note.
Phone to the ear ready to hang up.
"Happy Birthday Ryoma." The voice of the one person he wanted to hear from, the soothing tones that said 'I miss you' as well as any words could. A voice halfway across the world, and yet, for this moment right beside his ear.
Warmth curled outward from where emptiness had previously resided in his chest. Ryoma felt a smile curve his lips, even as his voice formed the word that meant everything to him.
"Fuji."
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Comments appreciated. Criticisms considered. Flames ignored.
Angsty sap, how about that...oh well I tried.