Post by Honda Kiku on Dec 24, 2011 13:03:41 GMT -5
BECAUSE my story before did NOT turn out as planned, I'll try again. Hopefully with better results ^^;
I was planning to have a kinda sweet kinda fluffy fic so my try no 2~~
...Now that I think about it, I may just stick to my original plan of a mini trilogy. I'm a discovery writer. Let's see how it goes.
WARNING: SUPER OOC CHARACTERS AT THE END
WARNING: This is still version one. Version who is my latest post. You can ignore this one then ^^
-Start-
A paper heart. How many of them had he made over that years..? Hundreds.. perhaps thousands... He hadn't counted, but if he had... How many would that have made..? A paper heart for every celebration he spent alone when he should be spending it with the people who he appreciated and who appreciate him back. New years. Valentines day. White day. So many days.. and now finally this. Christmas.
It was Christmas eve.. All his shopping had been done. Presents had been wrapped, Presents had been sent. The house was decorated, and in his fridge sat a small Christmas log. It was small, because he had no reason to order a big one. Who would he eat it with? Even then, when he bought the smallest size one, it was always too big. It was meant for two. He always had extra that he would leave uneaten. He would finish it after Christmas. Leftovers.
Even when he was done with all the Christmas preparations, his hands still twitched to do something. He made himself tea and sat by the balcony in his usual spot. Perhaps that would help to calm him down. As per usual, soon Pochi and Tama came along to accompany him. Still, his hands were restless. A restless body meant a restless mind. But what had gotten him so worked up? It was not uncommon throughout the past few years where he would suddenly lose his tranquil calm. But it very apparent during these holidays.
He had been folding much more paper hearts lately, to try and give his hands something to do. He thought of doing a crane. Or a frog. But it always came to be a heart. Always. When he was alone on such days, his hands would only fold hearts. He had wondered why on passing occasion, but he never thought too deep into it. He did not want to know. He was certain he knew the answer, but he did not want to know it. He was somebody of routine. He did not appreciate sudden unpredictable changes. What he knew.. it may cause that. So he never thought about it, keeping his mind busy with something else.
His pets tried to get his attention. Pochi pushed the cup of tea closer to him. He looked up. The sun was slowly setting, no longer at it's highest point. His tea was already cold. It was probably time to make dinner. Pushing the pile of folded paper hearts away, he got up and went to the kitchen. What dinner would be good? Something nice. Something usual. Some salmon and miso with rice? That sounded nice enough. He got to work to prepare for dinner.
Halfway through, the phone rang. That was odd. Who would be calling him..? Wiping his hands on his while apron, he reached for the phone.
Moshi moshi. This is-
...
Oh? I see.
...
could you please send me the details first?
...
Ah.. Hai. I understand.
...
Eto.. I shall see what I can do.
...
Yes. Thank you. Good bye.
A small party.. A small get together. Should he go..? It was a very last minute invitation. Was it sincere then? But when the word small is there.. Small is a subjective word.. How small is small..? He did not want to go to big parties. Perhaps he would stay at home. Decline the invitation. Do what he usually did. Yes, that may be good. Still, it would not be good to call so early on. No, he needed to wait for a while. That way it would not sound too hasty.
Making his decision, he went back to cooking. It would be good to do something productive when waiting instead of flopping down uselessly and complaining about the wait. It was much more practical and beneficial. The people he respected did so, so it would be good to follow in their footsteps. Even if their footsteps may be younger then his.. it would be good to keep up with what they were doing. Look at the blond haired, blue eyed Germanic nation that he respected so much. That person was younger, but still very much respected.
He sighed as he continued his work, thinking about clear blue eyes. It would be nice to meet them again whether formally or informally. He liked those blue eyes, and he liked being around them, whether he was noticed or not. Of course when he thought of those blue eyes, another pair would appear. A hazel pair, with an orange tint to them. That was accompanied with a large smile and brown hair with a curl at the side. The three of them made a group. It would be bad to leave anyone of them out, though he himself felt left out sometimes.
With all those thoughts filling his head and keeping it busy, dinner was done fast. Preparing the table and setting the food down in their respective places, he made sure to first feed his pets so that they could eat together. However, just as he had poured their food into their respective dinnerware, there was a knock on the door and a call of his name. He went to answer it.
There he saw the brown eyes he thought about earlier and true enough, it was accompanied by a wide smile. The smile told him about wanting to spend Christmas together and he was pleasantly surprised. But he was also panicked. He had already prepared dinner only enough for himself. He was glad for the company but he needed to prepare as a host! That was when cool blue eyes revealed themselves. The blue eyes that made the group complete. The blue eyes that he found liking more and more.
The blue eyes told him that there was no need to prepare for anything because they had brought their own food and all the preparations they needed. The blue eyes apologised for the sudden intrusion and how it was such a last minute plan, but he, the host, would have none of it.
He welcomed them in and apologised for the state of his house that was not prepared for guests at all. He played as good a host as he could, but the brown eyes with the wide smile managed to see his dinner spread out on the table. They then took out their own food and beverages and laid them on the table as well. The table was full with food and the three of them sat happily to have their feast.
It was joyful with much silly antics, and fun laughter. The company was wonderful and he enjoyed himself very much. Instead of spending the time alone, he was spending it with those that he trusted and appreciated. He hoped that they were doing the same thing. Drinks were the next on the menu. Wine, Sake and beer. With that came small talk and reminisces. He himself did not talk much, choosing to observe and bask in the company of his friends, when suddenly the one with brown eyes and a smile had a handphone call.
The smile needed to go and be with the one he loved. Completely understandable, but now there would be a missing person in the group. Still, he sent the smile off at the door and wished him a safe journey back to his loved one. The blue eyes said the same. It was not long until the smile was gone and then only him and the blue eyes were left.
The blue eyes suggested that they returned to the table, and he followed along meekly. How awkward it was. He usually preferred to let others talk while he listened, but it would be odd to hear the blue eyes ramble about any subject besides football. He internally sighed as the table that was once loud and cheerful was lapsed into silence. The blue eyes drank the beer and he drank the sake. Both were silent.
He wondered if the blue eyes were going to leave as well. Leave him due to the fact that it was so awkward that it may be better to simply leave. He was tempted to voice his question in a round about manner to see if he would really spend Christmas all alone again, folding more paper hearts, when the other noticed the pile of origami that was left at the balcony. It was a miracle they were not swept away by the wind.
Since the blue eyes asked about them, he answered. He would not have even thought about not answering.
It is simply something I did when my hands wished to do something.
The blue eyes looked at them in interest. Then he asked if he would teach him how to make them. He was flattered, certainly, but what would the blue eyes want from some origami hearts? Perhaps it was something to make them both feel less awkward? Ah.. that sounded as clever as the blue eyes were. The wonderful bright mind behind that blue stare would definitely have figured that and thus asked for it. He appreciated the gesture very much. It.. it was nice. He would not be left alone so soon.
Folding paper hearts is a fun activity to teach. Even if the other was not as delicate as folding origami may require. They spent a long time simply folding hearts. Simple hearts, bigger more complicated hears, hearts that popped out and standing hearts as well. How time flew during that and before he knew it, it was already Christmas. He looked at the blue eyes in wonder. Did time really fly by so fast..? He could hardly believe it. Still, some words were necessary.
Meri Kurisumasu
He said to those bright blue eyes that were staring intently at him. Staring so intently like he was the most interesting thing on the world. That stare made the blood rush to his cheeks and he looked away in embarrassment. He was not used to such attention at all. But.. but he liked it.. He liked the feeling of that blue stare being directed at him in such a manner. He liked it a lot. Why..?
Frohe Weihnachten
He heard the deep baritone of the blue eyes say.
There, two people, one with brown eyes and black hair, and the other with blue eyes and blond hair, sat together at the balcony. They watched the snow fall together. It was calm. It was peaceful. It was warm. Around them, dozens and dozens of folded origami littered the floor, surrounding them in a small garden of paper hearts. The air around them was soft. It was gentle. It was serene. It was filled with something they both could not describe. A feeling of slight magic and wonder. A feeling that coursed through them and made them feel suddenly so different.
As they watched the snow fall slowly, gently, gracefully, the blue eyes spoke.
You have made many perfectly shaped paper hearts. Do you do them often?
The brown eyes paused for a while before answering in his usual calm way.
Thank you for your complements.. Yes.. I suppose I do it often enough. I fold them many times in a year, usually during such festivals. I have been folding them for a very long time..
There was a small pause between them once those words were said. Brown eyes were slightly anxious of his words and their effects, blue eyes were thinking them through and wondering what to say. The silence made the brown eyes nervous but he forced himself to stay calm and kept his eyes on the snow. Large, coarse hands as opposed to smaller dainty hands picked up a heart that they had folded. It was not as perfectly shaped as the ones those dainty hands made, but it was still recognisibly his best heart. The blue eyes observed it carefully while saying the words.
Hmm.. you must have folded many of them. How many of them are there? Where are they now?
Brown eye had to think of his answer. Yes, he had folded many. He had folded too many to count. But the previous ones, he threw away. He always crushed them and they were then thrown away. Where were they now..? He did not really know. But he had to answer him..
Every year I fold at least one.. usually I fold more. Sometimes I find myself folding them without realising it. I do not know the exact amount, but it must be thousands. Thousands and thousands of paper hearts.
Smaller dainty hands picked up a heart that they made and observed it.
I do not keep them. Many have been thrown away. Who knows where they are? They could have been incinerated.. or perhaps some children somewhere picked them up to give them homes. Perhaps they are having an adventure like the toy soldier that did not have a leg.
The deep velvety voice joined in the hypothesis making. It was very awkward to say those words, but it somehow also felt so right for some reason unknown to him. Ah well, Christmas is a time for magic and miracles.
Perhaps they could be where all the paper hearts would be. Perhaps they are dancing a dance of wishes that were not wished.
The softer voice of the two continued the weaving of words.
But would they remember the hands that folded them? Would they remember the hands that gripped them so tightly as they dreamed? Would they remember the heart they were pressed against so tightly? Would they be strong enough to remember a wish that was not wished?
The blue eyes looked away from the heart it's hand held and to the one with brown eyes.
Perhaps they do. Perhaps they would grant that wish. If a thousand paper cranes could do it, why not thousands of paper hearts?
Those coarse hands extended themselves to the direction of the brown eyes. It held it up to him. It offered it to him.
Here. Keep this one. You should at least keep one heart.. you you can keep this. Keep at least one, so that it can be the medium for the wish. Let me keep your paper heart then as well. It would be an exchange.
Blue eyes met brown for a short moment before the brown ones looked away. Smaller, dainty hands reached out with their own paper heart. A small exchange. A small touch from the action. A blush on both their faces. Hands gripping the exchanged hearts and savoring the feeling of the last vestiges of heat from each others hearts, they looked back at the garden and watched the snow fall.
It is not certain what made them say those words. It was not certain what made them act in that way. Perhaps it was the feel of Christmas in the air. Perhaps it was the magic from the season. Perhaps it was that they were the mediums for the story that wanted to be said. Perhaps it was the power of thousands of folded paper hearts.
It is not certain, and we cannot know for sure, but what was certain was the smile on two faces, sitting at the balcony, surrounded by their Eden of folded paper hearts while clutching a heart that was slightly more important to them in their hands as the snow softly wafted down from the sky.
-suzuku ka mo...
I'm not sure if I would continue the third part but if I do, it would be later this morning and not now in the early morning. It's... 1.34 on my clock as I type this..
..too tired to check or re-read this thing.. I'll do it later this morning..
..If it sucks, I blame my tiredness... =_= By brain is not functioning at full power...
Well, whadda ya think?
I was planning to have a kinda sweet kinda fluffy fic so my try no 2~~
...Now that I think about it, I may just stick to my original plan of a mini trilogy. I'm a discovery writer. Let's see how it goes.
WARNING: SUPER OOC CHARACTERS AT THE END
WARNING: This is still version one. Version who is my latest post. You can ignore this one then ^^
-Start-
A paper heart. How many of them had he made over that years..? Hundreds.. perhaps thousands... He hadn't counted, but if he had... How many would that have made..? A paper heart for every celebration he spent alone when he should be spending it with the people who he appreciated and who appreciate him back. New years. Valentines day. White day. So many days.. and now finally this. Christmas.
It was Christmas eve.. All his shopping had been done. Presents had been wrapped, Presents had been sent. The house was decorated, and in his fridge sat a small Christmas log. It was small, because he had no reason to order a big one. Who would he eat it with? Even then, when he bought the smallest size one, it was always too big. It was meant for two. He always had extra that he would leave uneaten. He would finish it after Christmas. Leftovers.
Even when he was done with all the Christmas preparations, his hands still twitched to do something. He made himself tea and sat by the balcony in his usual spot. Perhaps that would help to calm him down. As per usual, soon Pochi and Tama came along to accompany him. Still, his hands were restless. A restless body meant a restless mind. But what had gotten him so worked up? It was not uncommon throughout the past few years where he would suddenly lose his tranquil calm. But it very apparent during these holidays.
He had been folding much more paper hearts lately, to try and give his hands something to do. He thought of doing a crane. Or a frog. But it always came to be a heart. Always. When he was alone on such days, his hands would only fold hearts. He had wondered why on passing occasion, but he never thought too deep into it. He did not want to know. He was certain he knew the answer, but he did not want to know it. He was somebody of routine. He did not appreciate sudden unpredictable changes. What he knew.. it may cause that. So he never thought about it, keeping his mind busy with something else.
His pets tried to get his attention. Pochi pushed the cup of tea closer to him. He looked up. The sun was slowly setting, no longer at it's highest point. His tea was already cold. It was probably time to make dinner. Pushing the pile of folded paper hearts away, he got up and went to the kitchen. What dinner would be good? Something nice. Something usual. Some salmon and miso with rice? That sounded nice enough. He got to work to prepare for dinner.
Halfway through, the phone rang. That was odd. Who would be calling him..? Wiping his hands on his while apron, he reached for the phone.
Moshi moshi. This is-
...
Oh? I see.
...
could you please send me the details first?
...
Ah.. Hai. I understand.
...
Eto.. I shall see what I can do.
...
Yes. Thank you. Good bye.
A small party.. A small get together. Should he go..? It was a very last minute invitation. Was it sincere then? But when the word small is there.. Small is a subjective word.. How small is small..? He did not want to go to big parties. Perhaps he would stay at home. Decline the invitation. Do what he usually did. Yes, that may be good. Still, it would not be good to call so early on. No, he needed to wait for a while. That way it would not sound too hasty.
Making his decision, he went back to cooking. It would be good to do something productive when waiting instead of flopping down uselessly and complaining about the wait. It was much more practical and beneficial. The people he respected did so, so it would be good to follow in their footsteps. Even if their footsteps may be younger then his.. it would be good to keep up with what they were doing. Look at the blond haired, blue eyed Germanic nation that he respected so much. That person was younger, but still very much respected.
He sighed as he continued his work, thinking about clear blue eyes. It would be nice to meet them again whether formally or informally. He liked those blue eyes, and he liked being around them, whether he was noticed or not. Of course when he thought of those blue eyes, another pair would appear. A hazel pair, with an orange tint to them. That was accompanied with a large smile and brown hair with a curl at the side. The three of them made a group. It would be bad to leave anyone of them out, though he himself felt left out sometimes.
With all those thoughts filling his head and keeping it busy, dinner was done fast. Preparing the table and setting the food down in their respective places, he made sure to first feed his pets so that they could eat together. However, just as he had poured their food into their respective dinnerware, there was a knock on the door and a call of his name. He went to answer it.
There he saw the brown eyes he thought about earlier and true enough, it was accompanied by a wide smile. The smile told him about wanting to spend Christmas together and he was pleasantly surprised. But he was also panicked. He had already prepared dinner only enough for himself. He was glad for the company but he needed to prepare as a host! That was when cool blue eyes revealed themselves. The blue eyes that made the group complete. The blue eyes that he found liking more and more.
The blue eyes told him that there was no need to prepare for anything because they had brought their own food and all the preparations they needed. The blue eyes apologised for the sudden intrusion and how it was such a last minute plan, but he, the host, would have none of it.
He welcomed them in and apologised for the state of his house that was not prepared for guests at all. He played as good a host as he could, but the brown eyes with the wide smile managed to see his dinner spread out on the table. They then took out their own food and beverages and laid them on the table as well. The table was full with food and the three of them sat happily to have their feast.
It was joyful with much silly antics, and fun laughter. The company was wonderful and he enjoyed himself very much. Instead of spending the time alone, he was spending it with those that he trusted and appreciated. He hoped that they were doing the same thing. Drinks were the next on the menu. Wine, Sake and beer. With that came small talk and reminisces. He himself did not talk much, choosing to observe and bask in the company of his friends, when suddenly the one with brown eyes and a smile had a handphone call.
The smile needed to go and be with the one he loved. Completely understandable, but now there would be a missing person in the group. Still, he sent the smile off at the door and wished him a safe journey back to his loved one. The blue eyes said the same. It was not long until the smile was gone and then only him and the blue eyes were left.
The blue eyes suggested that they returned to the table, and he followed along meekly. How awkward it was. He usually preferred to let others talk while he listened, but it would be odd to hear the blue eyes ramble about any subject besides football. He internally sighed as the table that was once loud and cheerful was lapsed into silence. The blue eyes drank the beer and he drank the sake. Both were silent.
He wondered if the blue eyes were going to leave as well. Leave him due to the fact that it was so awkward that it may be better to simply leave. He was tempted to voice his question in a round about manner to see if he would really spend Christmas all alone again, folding more paper hearts, when the other noticed the pile of origami that was left at the balcony. It was a miracle they were not swept away by the wind.
Since the blue eyes asked about them, he answered. He would not have even thought about not answering.
It is simply something I did when my hands wished to do something.
The blue eyes looked at them in interest. Then he asked if he would teach him how to make them. He was flattered, certainly, but what would the blue eyes want from some origami hearts? Perhaps it was something to make them both feel less awkward? Ah.. that sounded as clever as the blue eyes were. The wonderful bright mind behind that blue stare would definitely have figured that and thus asked for it. He appreciated the gesture very much. It.. it was nice. He would not be left alone so soon.
Folding paper hearts is a fun activity to teach. Even if the other was not as delicate as folding origami may require. They spent a long time simply folding hearts. Simple hearts, bigger more complicated hears, hearts that popped out and standing hearts as well. How time flew during that and before he knew it, it was already Christmas. He looked at the blue eyes in wonder. Did time really fly by so fast..? He could hardly believe it. Still, some words were necessary.
Meri Kurisumasu
He said to those bright blue eyes that were staring intently at him. Staring so intently like he was the most interesting thing on the world. That stare made the blood rush to his cheeks and he looked away in embarrassment. He was not used to such attention at all. But.. but he liked it.. He liked the feeling of that blue stare being directed at him in such a manner. He liked it a lot. Why..?
Frohe Weihnachten
He heard the deep baritone of the blue eyes say.
There, two people, one with brown eyes and black hair, and the other with blue eyes and blond hair, sat together at the balcony. They watched the snow fall together. It was calm. It was peaceful. It was warm. Around them, dozens and dozens of folded origami littered the floor, surrounding them in a small garden of paper hearts. The air around them was soft. It was gentle. It was serene. It was filled with something they both could not describe. A feeling of slight magic and wonder. A feeling that coursed through them and made them feel suddenly so different.
As they watched the snow fall slowly, gently, gracefully, the blue eyes spoke.
You have made many perfectly shaped paper hearts. Do you do them often?
The brown eyes paused for a while before answering in his usual calm way.
Thank you for your complements.. Yes.. I suppose I do it often enough. I fold them many times in a year, usually during such festivals. I have been folding them for a very long time..
There was a small pause between them once those words were said. Brown eyes were slightly anxious of his words and their effects, blue eyes were thinking them through and wondering what to say. The silence made the brown eyes nervous but he forced himself to stay calm and kept his eyes on the snow. Large, coarse hands as opposed to smaller dainty hands picked up a heart that they had folded. It was not as perfectly shaped as the ones those dainty hands made, but it was still recognisibly his best heart. The blue eyes observed it carefully while saying the words.
Hmm.. you must have folded many of them. How many of them are there? Where are they now?
Brown eye had to think of his answer. Yes, he had folded many. He had folded too many to count. But the previous ones, he threw away. He always crushed them and they were then thrown away. Where were they now..? He did not really know. But he had to answer him..
Every year I fold at least one.. usually I fold more. Sometimes I find myself folding them without realising it. I do not know the exact amount, but it must be thousands. Thousands and thousands of paper hearts.
Smaller dainty hands picked up a heart that they made and observed it.
I do not keep them. Many have been thrown away. Who knows where they are? They could have been incinerated.. or perhaps some children somewhere picked them up to give them homes. Perhaps they are having an adventure like the toy soldier that did not have a leg.
The deep velvety voice joined in the hypothesis making. It was very awkward to say those words, but it somehow also felt so right for some reason unknown to him. Ah well, Christmas is a time for magic and miracles.
Perhaps they could be where all the paper hearts would be. Perhaps they are dancing a dance of wishes that were not wished.
The softer voice of the two continued the weaving of words.
But would they remember the hands that folded them? Would they remember the hands that gripped them so tightly as they dreamed? Would they remember the heart they were pressed against so tightly? Would they be strong enough to remember a wish that was not wished?
The blue eyes looked away from the heart it's hand held and to the one with brown eyes.
Perhaps they do. Perhaps they would grant that wish. If a thousand paper cranes could do it, why not thousands of paper hearts?
Those coarse hands extended themselves to the direction of the brown eyes. It held it up to him. It offered it to him.
Here. Keep this one. You should at least keep one heart.. you you can keep this. Keep at least one, so that it can be the medium for the wish. Let me keep your paper heart then as well. It would be an exchange.
Blue eyes met brown for a short moment before the brown ones looked away. Smaller, dainty hands reached out with their own paper heart. A small exchange. A small touch from the action. A blush on both their faces. Hands gripping the exchanged hearts and savoring the feeling of the last vestiges of heat from each others hearts, they looked back at the garden and watched the snow fall.
It is not certain what made them say those words. It was not certain what made them act in that way. Perhaps it was the feel of Christmas in the air. Perhaps it was the magic from the season. Perhaps it was that they were the mediums for the story that wanted to be said. Perhaps it was the power of thousands of folded paper hearts.
It is not certain, and we cannot know for sure, but what was certain was the smile on two faces, sitting at the balcony, surrounded by their Eden of folded paper hearts while clutching a heart that was slightly more important to them in their hands as the snow softly wafted down from the sky.
-suzuku ka mo...
I'm not sure if I would continue the third part but if I do, it would be later this morning and not now in the early morning. It's... 1.34 on my clock as I type this..
..too tired to check or re-read this thing.. I'll do it later this morning..
..If it sucks, I blame my tiredness... =_= By brain is not functioning at full power...
Well, whadda ya think?
