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│FanFic │ "When do you...?" │

Title: When do you...?
Length: Oneshot
Author: kylai / Kes
Pairing: Ryoda
Rating: G
Genre: Romance
Summary: Every body knows that Ueda used to say that he saw fairies. Every body knows that he wanted to attract some attention. Every body knows that he lied. Fairies don't exist. But there is a truth. A truth nobody seems to care about. At least 99 % of all people.
Comments: Unfortunately, I don't have beta reader. So, if anyone would like to do this, I would be more than happy. ^-^ And please tell me, when you find a mistake because English is not my motherlanguage.
Furthermore~ This story was written when I needed a break from my studying. So, it could be a bit too kitschy <3
Thanks for your attention and now, please enjoy. ^-^






I see fairies...

I witnessed it only once.
Only once I saw him standing a bit too left, playing a little with his black shirt. He still had had his blond hair but no longer curled. It had framed his face, longer and straight. The shirt must have been two sizes too big, leaving his pale left shoulder naked.
He was and is part of this so called sexiest Johnny’s group. (Ha, no group is sexier than NewS∞!) But at this very moment, he had been standing two steps too far from them. They talking, joking, laughing too hard, he remaining silent. I had watched them....him.
Their noise had annoyed me. He had seemed to not be bothered...more like not hearing them at all.
There had been no reason to notice him. Standing away, not speaking, not laughing, not listening and even looking down a bit.
But still, I had stood there, half covered by the wall, and had noticed him...watched him. I had watched when his long fingers had clenched his shirt’s hem; when his not styled hair had released a strand to fall into his face; when his shoulder had been uncovered even more a little and when he had made the world stop rotating.
The light had gone off and a spotlight, focused on Ueda, on.
As beautiful as his pale skin had shimmered faintly in the smooth light –
As beautiful as his hair had fallen back slowly, very slowly when looking up –
As beautiful as his eyelids had been hiding his dark mirror of his soul –
– nothing was as stunning as the smile...A mysterious smile. A content smile. A dreamy smile.
The enchanting smile.
I see fairies...
I had been reading it more from his lips with the smile than hearing it.

No one had paid him any attention. Not anymore.
He had smiled for 6 minutes and 57 seconds. Then Jin had called him over, for their performance.
I had felt dizzy when the world had started rotating again.
Later, when I had asked some staff member why the lights had gone off for a few minutes he had only looked puzzled.

I see fairies...

Since then I searched for the shirt, a same one, a similar one. Every time I could go shopping. But never...

I see fairies...

Whenever I saw a person, a man or a woman, with blond hair, I would look at them. Always.
But never...

I see fairies...

In summer I noticed every bare shoulder. I didn’t intend to. It was simply natural.
But never...

I see fairies...

Slowly, I became addicted...to smiles. Every smile I had the chance to see I compared with the smile.
But never...

I see fairies...

Never I found the shirt, never any blond hair framed a face this gently, never a shoulder would be watched, never I was enchanted by a smile again.

I see fairies...

Each and every evening (or night), I left the reality with remembering these 6 minutes and 57 seconds.
Each and every night, I dreamt of the whispered words, said with the smile.
Each and every day, I closed my eyes for a moment and tried to see them.
Each and every morning, I hoped to see the smile.

I see fairies...

But never again I saw the smile on his lips again. He smiled happily. He smiled knowing. He smiled faintly. He smiled forced. He smiled sadly. He smiled normal.

I see fairies...

Soon, it began to become a habit. And days turned into months and months into years.
Many things had changed. He started boxing, his hair colour changed, he began to enjoy his life and most importantly, he didn’t say it anymore.
Of course, some things would never change. He still would sing with closed eyes, some clothes still tended to be a bit too huge, his face, probably, will have a perfectly fitting frame forever and most importantly, he still would see them.
The craving for some attention had died but they would never leave.

I see fairies...

One month was bearable, even two, but after five months, almost 6, my longing became painful. Sleep came late, food tasted boring, same and same songs annoyed. Even the whispered words were fading...
The first day back in my second hometown I rushed to his apartment. He opened the door after 37 seconds and with a black shirt revealing his left shoulder.
“When do you see them? When do you see fairies?”
He smiled knowing. I smiled curious.
“Whenever I think of you...”
I smiled happily. He smiled the smile.

I see fairies...

When I kissed him lovely, smiling, I saw their lights fading.

I see fairies...

This evening, I fell asleep seeing the smile.
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