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writetomyheart2012-12-03 10:05 pm
kira-shadow.livejournal.com) wrote in writetomyheart2012-12-03 10:05 pm
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Because the night...
I wanted to try out a new narration style I found in a TED-Talk sometime ago. It's pretty erratic and jumpy and may be confusing but I found it intriguing. I don't think I did a very good job at it but I at least wanted to try and see how it turns out.
Back then, during his earlier days in the agency, it used to be awkward but the feeling passed somewhere along the way. Kitayama wondered if it had been when he had stepped over that invisible threshold called ‘debut’. Before, Yamashita had seemed to be in a world beyond his reach, a world he didn’t know or understand but now he had stepped into that bubble as well and things had changed.
The other had always been his classmate, or well, year-mate really, his fellow student but there had always been something off about that, there had always been a distance he hadn’t been able to bridge, even if they had been walking to work side by side. Now things had changed. They were able to recall memories from back then, shared memories and the other well and truly felt like someone he had gone to school with, felt like an equal. He was no longer so far out of reach, no longer surrounded by some kind of mystique.
When Yamashita actually invited him to go out for dinner together - after Kitayama had talked about it in a magazine - the atmosphere was not as awkward as it used to be. Kitayama had been around Yamashita for work before but back then, he hadn’t known what to say or do.
Talk had started almost naturally. First they had walked down memory lane together again, talking about their school and mutual friends, then things had shifted to work - another common ground they shared and one that they knew they shared. Finally, they then started to just talked about themselves. Although they knew each other, they didn’t really know a lot about the other. Not more than the ‘surface’. And to both their surprise, they discovered a lot of similarities that they hadn’t been aware of until now.
Both of them had been brought up their their mothers after their fathers had left the family, both of them had then entered Johnny’s and both of them had juggled school or university and work until graduation. And both of them apparently enjoyed the same kind of kiss.
What had eventually lead to them making out in Yamashita’s apartment, Kitayama couldn’t remember it had just happened. And frankly, he didn’t really care. He didn’t care about anything else but Yamashita’s body against his own, the feel of Yamashita’s lips on his, on his throat, his chest. The world around them was not important right now.
The only important thing to them right now was the other and the way they made each other feel; the heat that spread through their bodies.
Somewhere in the distance, cut-off pieces of a song drifted through the crisp night air; because the night belongs to lovers, because the night belongs to lust. The crescendo of passion, reaching the zenith of a night spent with each other, the roaring climax and the soft shivers as things die down again, even out and turn back to normal.
They were not lovers in the usual sense, although one might consider them that on a basic level, they had made love to one another, there had not been no feelings. The two of them had taken another step forward on the ladder of getting to know each other, had made new discoveries and shared more than just thoughts with one another. Like two dancers on a stage, knowing the next steps and what the other was doing but not realizing other things until they looked more closely, saw things from a different angle.
Kitayama gets to watch Yamashita from a new perspective now, one he hadn’t been able to until now. Instead of looking merely at the other’s back, he gets to watch from the same level, from next to the other, from right there.
And when he looked back at their school days, he realized as well that he had always been right there, next to the other instead of somewhere far behind.
Back then and now, there was no difference at all.
Back then, during his earlier days in the agency, it used to be awkward but the feeling passed somewhere along the way. Kitayama wondered if it had been when he had stepped over that invisible threshold called ‘debut’. Before, Yamashita had seemed to be in a world beyond his reach, a world he didn’t know or understand but now he had stepped into that bubble as well and things had changed.
The other had always been his classmate, or well, year-mate really, his fellow student but there had always been something off about that, there had always been a distance he hadn’t been able to bridge, even if they had been walking to work side by side. Now things had changed. They were able to recall memories from back then, shared memories and the other well and truly felt like someone he had gone to school with, felt like an equal. He was no longer so far out of reach, no longer surrounded by some kind of mystique.
When Yamashita actually invited him to go out for dinner together - after Kitayama had talked about it in a magazine - the atmosphere was not as awkward as it used to be. Kitayama had been around Yamashita for work before but back then, he hadn’t known what to say or do.
Talk had started almost naturally. First they had walked down memory lane together again, talking about their school and mutual friends, then things had shifted to work - another common ground they shared and one that they knew they shared. Finally, they then started to just talked about themselves. Although they knew each other, they didn’t really know a lot about the other. Not more than the ‘surface’. And to both their surprise, they discovered a lot of similarities that they hadn’t been aware of until now.
Both of them had been brought up their their mothers after their fathers had left the family, both of them had then entered Johnny’s and both of them had juggled school or university and work until graduation. And both of them apparently enjoyed the same kind of kiss.
What had eventually lead to them making out in Yamashita’s apartment, Kitayama couldn’t remember it had just happened. And frankly, he didn’t really care. He didn’t care about anything else but Yamashita’s body against his own, the feel of Yamashita’s lips on his, on his throat, his chest. The world around them was not important right now.
The only important thing to them right now was the other and the way they made each other feel; the heat that spread through their bodies.
Somewhere in the distance, cut-off pieces of a song drifted through the crisp night air; because the night belongs to lovers, because the night belongs to lust. The crescendo of passion, reaching the zenith of a night spent with each other, the roaring climax and the soft shivers as things die down again, even out and turn back to normal.
They were not lovers in the usual sense, although one might consider them that on a basic level, they had made love to one another, there had not been no feelings. The two of them had taken another step forward on the ladder of getting to know each other, had made new discoveries and shared more than just thoughts with one another. Like two dancers on a stage, knowing the next steps and what the other was doing but not realizing other things until they looked more closely, saw things from a different angle.
Kitayama gets to watch Yamashita from a new perspective now, one he hadn’t been able to until now. Instead of looking merely at the other’s back, he gets to watch from the same level, from next to the other, from right there.
And when he looked back at their school days, he realized as well that he had always been right there, next to the other instead of somewhere far behind.
Back then and now, there was no difference at all.
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also, i think there was nothing wrong with the style, i liked it.
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it's a new way of "storytelling" apparently and I thought it was interesting.
I think what made this feel odd was the utter lack of any dialogue? :X
♥
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I'm glad you enjoyed the drabble! and I'm glad the new style was readable :D
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