A Step Forward [Oka no ue Rakuen] [1/1]
Apr. 7th, 2007 06:22 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
snarkhuntTitle: A Step Forward
Fandom: Oka no ue Rakuen
Pairings/Characters: Motomi, Hiroaki, Hiroshi in spirit if not in flesh XD
Rating: G
Warnings: None
Summary: A second meeting and another chance.
Comments: I always get these strange urges to write fic in the wee hours of the morning. No, I don't get it either. This time? I totally blame this manga, which, in my opinion, is awesome. Cute and sweet, with just the right amount of angst, but a happy ending. The side story made me tear up. D: But it was very good. Thus the fic to the side story. It's pretty short (505 words) and nothing really happens, but I was compelled to write it anyway. To be honest, this isn't probably the best fic, but it's... passable. Yeah.
They were to meet in the same café again.
Motomi wasn’t sure if this was the best thing to do, but something compelled him to go and once again meet the son of the man he loved.
Loved.
His heart clenched, sweetly hurting, and his breath shortened. Motomi’s steps slowed as he took off his glasses and pressed a hand to his aching eyes, body shivering even though it was warm out. I loved him. And suddenly he wasn’t sure if he could go through with this even though he had already agreed to it. I loved him. Those saccharine days gone forever, never to be recuperated.
He bit his bottom lip hard, eyes cutting to the café’s doors that stood just across the street. Traffic was sluggish like the day—the sun was beating down hotly, only a faint breeze blowing in attempts to cool down the world.
Was it merely curiosity? This feeling like his heart was going to leak out of his chest, as if he closed his eyes and opened them again all of the surroundings would disappear, to be replaced by his familiar room. A dream. And oh, the first time was such a sweet, sweet dream, the pain resulting from it making everything seem more poignant.
I loved him. I did.
Hiroshi.
Both of them were cowards, weren’t they? Motomi lifted his head up, eyes unseeing as he gave himself a harsh smile. Cowards. He didn’t know if they would have been happy together in the long run, if his feelings were like this only because he knew that the dream could never come true now, but… It would have been something. He would have received an answer.
If he was to die, right this second, he wondered if Hiroshi’s name really would be on his dying breath.
“Takase-san?”
Motomi blinked, hard, and turned his head to meet the eyes of that person’s son. Hiroaki was looking at him with concern written all over his face, looking so similar to his father that Motomi wanted to—
“Takase-san?” Hiroaki stepped forward, hands hesitating for only a brief moment before reaching out to his own. The younger boy grasped at the glasses hanging loosely in his hand, plucking them out easily, and placed them over his eyes. Hiroaki brushed away a few strands of hair in the way, fingers lingering strangely. Motomi blinked again as the world came into sharp focus.
“Are you all right?”
The words were so reminiscent of their first meeting that Motomi couldn’t help the soft chuckle that escaped. He ignored Hiroaki’s confused face for a moment, eyes sliding shut as he breathed in deeply.
“I’m all right,” he murmured, “It’ll be okay.” Because Hiroaki wasn’t a coward. Hiroaki sent him a letter, while his father had written dozens upon dozens and sent none. Hiroaki wasn’t Hiroshi, and while the similarities made his heart flinch, the differences were enough that he would not run away.
Motomi opened his eyes slowly and met Hiroaki’s steady gaze. He smiled.
Fandom: Oka no ue Rakuen
Pairings/Characters: Motomi, Hiroaki, Hiroshi in spirit if not in flesh XD
Rating: G
Warnings: None
Summary: A second meeting and another chance.
Comments: I always get these strange urges to write fic in the wee hours of the morning. No, I don't get it either. This time? I totally blame this manga, which, in my opinion, is awesome. Cute and sweet, with just the right amount of angst, but a happy ending. The side story made me tear up. D: But it was very good. Thus the fic to the side story. It's pretty short (505 words) and nothing really happens, but I was compelled to write it anyway. To be honest, this isn't probably the best fic, but it's... passable. Yeah.
They were to meet in the same café again.
Motomi wasn’t sure if this was the best thing to do, but something compelled him to go and once again meet the son of the man he loved.
Loved.
His heart clenched, sweetly hurting, and his breath shortened. Motomi’s steps slowed as he took off his glasses and pressed a hand to his aching eyes, body shivering even though it was warm out. I loved him. And suddenly he wasn’t sure if he could go through with this even though he had already agreed to it. I loved him. Those saccharine days gone forever, never to be recuperated.
He bit his bottom lip hard, eyes cutting to the café’s doors that stood just across the street. Traffic was sluggish like the day—the sun was beating down hotly, only a faint breeze blowing in attempts to cool down the world.
Was it merely curiosity? This feeling like his heart was going to leak out of his chest, as if he closed his eyes and opened them again all of the surroundings would disappear, to be replaced by his familiar room. A dream. And oh, the first time was such a sweet, sweet dream, the pain resulting from it making everything seem more poignant.
I loved him. I did.
Hiroshi.
Both of them were cowards, weren’t they? Motomi lifted his head up, eyes unseeing as he gave himself a harsh smile. Cowards. He didn’t know if they would have been happy together in the long run, if his feelings were like this only because he knew that the dream could never come true now, but… It would have been something. He would have received an answer.
If he was to die, right this second, he wondered if Hiroshi’s name really would be on his dying breath.
“Takase-san?”
Motomi blinked, hard, and turned his head to meet the eyes of that person’s son. Hiroaki was looking at him with concern written all over his face, looking so similar to his father that Motomi wanted to—
“Takase-san?” Hiroaki stepped forward, hands hesitating for only a brief moment before reaching out to his own. The younger boy grasped at the glasses hanging loosely in his hand, plucking them out easily, and placed them over his eyes. Hiroaki brushed away a few strands of hair in the way, fingers lingering strangely. Motomi blinked again as the world came into sharp focus.
“Are you all right?”
The words were so reminiscent of their first meeting that Motomi couldn’t help the soft chuckle that escaped. He ignored Hiroaki’s confused face for a moment, eyes sliding shut as he breathed in deeply.
“I’m all right,” he murmured, “It’ll be okay.” Because Hiroaki wasn’t a coward. Hiroaki sent him a letter, while his father had written dozens upon dozens and sent none. Hiroaki wasn’t Hiroshi, and while the similarities made his heart flinch, the differences were enough that he would not run away.
Motomi opened his eyes slowly and met Hiroaki’s steady gaze. He smiled.