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raiu_deluxe) wrote2010-12-07 02:42 am
raiu_deluxe) wrote2010-12-07 02:42 am
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[Fanfic] Momentum
Title: Momentum
Pairing: Nissy/Mitsu
Rating: U (suitable for all ages :P)
Notes: Based on the PV of momentum by ayumi hamasaki
Summary: As night falls on a quiet town, a boy stands alone in the street...
Darkness began to fall on the quiet street. Snow was drifting silently through the air, landing gently on the cobbled ground. The icy, grey houses sat in a circle around the small courtyard, some of their windows alight with a soft glow. As the street lamp in the middle of the courtyard flickered to life, the distance sound of a church bell could be heard echoing through the alleyway.
Beneath the lamp stood a young man, snow settling in his brown locks, his face pale with the cold. Leaning against the frozen, steel post his eyes scanned the empty courtyard. He surveyed each house in turn before his eyes rested on the house directly opposite him. As he stared his eyes filled with tears until he was forced to look away.
A noise in the alleyway caught his attention. Turning his head, three small children entered his gaze. Two of the girls, who appeared to be twins, were wrapped in matching black outfits and holding hands. The other girl, who appeared to be the oldest, was guiding a bicycle slowly through the soft layer of snow. As the young man watched the older girl flicked her eyes momentarily towards him before motioning to the twins to come with her.
Another rustling sound to his right distracted him. There on the steps to a large, grey house stood an elderly couple. The woman, clutching a woven bag against her, glanced at her husband who was shaking the snow from an umbrella. They shared a dark look before looking in the young man’s direction. He looked both of them in eye as the woman shook her head sadly before opening the door and beckoning her husband inside.
The young man had seen these looks from people before. He had always returned to this spot at the same time, on the same day, every year since the accident. He was used to the empty stares and the whispered conversations as he came here to morn in the frozen courtyard. He supposed they must have wondered why he stood there, in the growing darkness with nothing but a thin jacket to protect him from the cold.
But since the accident, he no longer seemed to tell the cold from the sadness, the blank stares from the pitying glances. No, since the accident nothing felt had been the same. His days became nothing, his life lost all meaning. The only thing that mattered was being there, in the courtyard, on that day as dusk took the day into night.
The noise of a window snapping open took him from his thoughts. Glancing upwards he saw a man placing a small candle on the window ledge before he joined his hands and began to pray. The young man stared as the stranger moved his lips silently. After a few minutes the praying man arose from his knees and took the candle once more. Stopping for a glance downwards, the man sighed sadly and closed the window again. Puzzled, the young man turned his head. There, buried slightly in the snow behind him, were flowers.
‘Flowers’, he thought, ‘they remembered’.
The door of the smallest house in the courtyard opened. The young man returned his gaze to the door he’d been watching earlier. From it emerged another young man carrying a single flower. Their eyes seemed to lock across the snow covered cobbles. The second man let out a breath of sadness. The young man felt tears once again fill his eyes.
‘Mitsu’.
In his right hand, Mitsu held a single, yellow flower and in his left he held a locket. Opening it, he stared at the picture it contained, before wiping his eyes with the sleeve of his jumper.
Taking a deep breath, Mitsu looked once again towards the young man in the center of the courtyard. Preparing himself for this familiar ritual, he passed the flower under his nose, smelling it’s sweet scent, before walking forward towards the young man.
With tears rolling down his cheeks, the young man waited for Mitsu to approach. It was the same every year since the accident. He would wait here while Mitsu brought a single flower to be added to the rest. And every year would bring the same outcome.
As Mitsu approached, the young man waited to feel his warmth, but every year the warmth did not come. He waited to feel the touch of his skin, but the touch did not come. He waited for his lips to once again feel his kiss, but the kiss did not come. Despite being directly in his path, Mitsu simply passed right thought him.
The various inhabitants of the houses in the courtyard had gathered to watch the event. Some had stayed indoors, choosing to watch from windows, while others had ventured out into the cold, including the elderly couple, the praying man and a family stood at their door. Each holding flowers or candles, the people watched as Mitsu kneeled down in the snow and placed a flower on the ground. Lowering his head, the others could see tears fall from his face and drop to the snow.
“Nishi,” he whispered quietly, “I miss you.”
Opening the locket once again, Mitsu stared at the picture of the young man, with soft, brown hair and delicate, pale features. Raising his fingers to his lips, he kissed them before letting them rest on the picture.
“I love you.”
Behind him, Nishi looked on helplessly, as he did every year since the accident that took his life. Every year fate allowed him to return to this place to see his love once again, unable to tell him how much he still loved him.
‘I love you too,’ he said silently. His lips moved but no sound would emerge.
But as Mitsu rose, wiping the remaining tears from his face, he could feel him. He could feel his love. Turning around to return home, for a second, Mitsu could swear he saw him, tears in his eyes, hand out stretched, fading away into the snow…
END
Pairing: Nissy/Mitsu
Rating: U (suitable for all ages :P)
Notes: Based on the PV of momentum by ayumi hamasaki
Summary: As night falls on a quiet town, a boy stands alone in the street...
Darkness began to fall on the quiet street. Snow was drifting silently through the air, landing gently on the cobbled ground. The icy, grey houses sat in a circle around the small courtyard, some of their windows alight with a soft glow. As the street lamp in the middle of the courtyard flickered to life, the distance sound of a church bell could be heard echoing through the alleyway.
Beneath the lamp stood a young man, snow settling in his brown locks, his face pale with the cold. Leaning against the frozen, steel post his eyes scanned the empty courtyard. He surveyed each house in turn before his eyes rested on the house directly opposite him. As he stared his eyes filled with tears until he was forced to look away.
A noise in the alleyway caught his attention. Turning his head, three small children entered his gaze. Two of the girls, who appeared to be twins, were wrapped in matching black outfits and holding hands. The other girl, who appeared to be the oldest, was guiding a bicycle slowly through the soft layer of snow. As the young man watched the older girl flicked her eyes momentarily towards him before motioning to the twins to come with her.
Another rustling sound to his right distracted him. There on the steps to a large, grey house stood an elderly couple. The woman, clutching a woven bag against her, glanced at her husband who was shaking the snow from an umbrella. They shared a dark look before looking in the young man’s direction. He looked both of them in eye as the woman shook her head sadly before opening the door and beckoning her husband inside.
The young man had seen these looks from people before. He had always returned to this spot at the same time, on the same day, every year since the accident. He was used to the empty stares and the whispered conversations as he came here to morn in the frozen courtyard. He supposed they must have wondered why he stood there, in the growing darkness with nothing but a thin jacket to protect him from the cold.
But since the accident, he no longer seemed to tell the cold from the sadness, the blank stares from the pitying glances. No, since the accident nothing felt had been the same. His days became nothing, his life lost all meaning. The only thing that mattered was being there, in the courtyard, on that day as dusk took the day into night.
The noise of a window snapping open took him from his thoughts. Glancing upwards he saw a man placing a small candle on the window ledge before he joined his hands and began to pray. The young man stared as the stranger moved his lips silently. After a few minutes the praying man arose from his knees and took the candle once more. Stopping for a glance downwards, the man sighed sadly and closed the window again. Puzzled, the young man turned his head. There, buried slightly in the snow behind him, were flowers.
‘Flowers’, he thought, ‘they remembered’.
The door of the smallest house in the courtyard opened. The young man returned his gaze to the door he’d been watching earlier. From it emerged another young man carrying a single flower. Their eyes seemed to lock across the snow covered cobbles. The second man let out a breath of sadness. The young man felt tears once again fill his eyes.
‘Mitsu’.
In his right hand, Mitsu held a single, yellow flower and in his left he held a locket. Opening it, he stared at the picture it contained, before wiping his eyes with the sleeve of his jumper.
Taking a deep breath, Mitsu looked once again towards the young man in the center of the courtyard. Preparing himself for this familiar ritual, he passed the flower under his nose, smelling it’s sweet scent, before walking forward towards the young man.
With tears rolling down his cheeks, the young man waited for Mitsu to approach. It was the same every year since the accident. He would wait here while Mitsu brought a single flower to be added to the rest. And every year would bring the same outcome.
As Mitsu approached, the young man waited to feel his warmth, but every year the warmth did not come. He waited to feel the touch of his skin, but the touch did not come. He waited for his lips to once again feel his kiss, but the kiss did not come. Despite being directly in his path, Mitsu simply passed right thought him.
The various inhabitants of the houses in the courtyard had gathered to watch the event. Some had stayed indoors, choosing to watch from windows, while others had ventured out into the cold, including the elderly couple, the praying man and a family stood at their door. Each holding flowers or candles, the people watched as Mitsu kneeled down in the snow and placed a flower on the ground. Lowering his head, the others could see tears fall from his face and drop to the snow.
“Nishi,” he whispered quietly, “I miss you.”
Opening the locket once again, Mitsu stared at the picture of the young man, with soft, brown hair and delicate, pale features. Raising his fingers to his lips, he kissed them before letting them rest on the picture.
“I love you.”
Behind him, Nishi looked on helplessly, as he did every year since the accident that took his life. Every year fate allowed him to return to this place to see his love once again, unable to tell him how much he still loved him.
‘I love you too,’ he said silently. His lips moved but no sound would emerge.
But as Mitsu rose, wiping the remaining tears from his face, he could feel him. He could feel his love. Turning around to return home, for a second, Mitsu could swear he saw him, tears in his eyes, hand out stretched, fading away into the snow…
END
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that was so beautiful
yet really sad.
i watched the pv after reading the story and then reread it
ITSSOSADOMG ;w;
Really amazing job
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I really love the PV. it's probably my favorite ayumi PV :P