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writetomyheart2013-08-27 11:46 pm
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[Team 1] Supernova
Whee, timestamp type thing for Starchild!AU bc Joji asked for it. 8D//// (admittedly it probably needs some re-writes bc... bc. But anywho~.)
After all the chaos of the day, Yara’s favorite way to relax was star-gazing.
It had been a love passed down to him by his mother and he thought back to the days when she would lean over him and the telescope, naming every star she knew for him, with both love and longing. He missed his mother. She would have known what to do.
The hill he stood on was beyond the outskirts of the encampment, the furthest away from the city he was willing to go. It was the only place he could see the stars and while he had no telescope, he lay beneath the sky all inked and glowing, mapping the constellations out himself.
It was a nice distraction to keep his mind off the crumbling nation around him. Grasping, greedy hands were clutching tight, choking out the life of the people. Yara lived in one of the various camps set up to try and liberate as many as they could. But the hill… the hill was his spot. And today had been bad. A huge fuck-fest, really. Yara knew he’d never forget the things he’d seen, but he tried to push them away for now.
He gazed up, searching out his favorite star. It had no name - or at least his mother hadn’t known it - but it shone so brightly in the sky. It was his guiding star for when he traveled, much more apparent and constant than the northern star.
He found it and smiled, soon tracing out other stars and constellations as he sank back into the grass.
---
Ryouta had watched over him for as long as he could remember.
It was a tricky thing, because Ryouta was everywhere and yet nowhere, but he still tried his best to shine whenever night fell around Yara.
He was so sad, Ryouta thought with a flicker. He was always sad now, and that made Ryouta sad as well. He tried to shine all the more brighter for it, if only to make Yara a little less sad.
The others watched, wearily, warily, waiting for the inevitable to happen.
“I’m leaving,” he told them, and nobody looked surprised.
“The darkness will try to take away all that you are,” they warned him. They would not stop him, even if they could, but they were sad that he had chosen to leave. Their sadness did not call to him the way Yara’s did, however. “The darkness will try to destroy your light.”
“Then I guess I shall have to go where I may shine the brightest,” he said. He smiled, waving goodbye as if he were only flitting out for a few seconds, when they all knew that he would never see them again.
It was time.
---
Yara blinked, surprised when he saw a shooting star in the sky, followed quickly by another. While he couldn’t pour over stars all day, he knew well enough that there wasn’t a meteor shower for months now.
And yet there was a third shooting star.
Yara watched in awe as light streaked across the sky, time and time again. It was unlike anything he had seen before. So frequent and so bright and it felt like it wasn’t ever going to end.
It took him a minute to notice that one streak of light, the last one before all the others faded, was growing steadily brighter.
Something was falling out of the sky.
And as he watched it blaze through the sky, he realized that not only was it burning through the sky, it was coming right at him.
---
Twisting.
Tumbling.
Burning.
It wasn’t as painful as Ryouta had thought it would be, falling from the heavens. Excruciating, yes, especially to have lost his web, his link to all his brothers and sisters, but he could also laugh as he fell.
To Yara he was going, and that was all that mattered.
----
Yara should have run. It would have been the smart thing to do, something that probably would keep him alive, but for once, his legs failed him, and he simply stared as the blazing ball of light came towards him.
Closer.
Closer.
Closer…
Until it collided with the ground, impacting at the base of Yara’s hill with a small explosion that made the ground beneath Yara shudder and buck.
Then all was eerily quiet and still.
While Yara had sat frozen in surprise, it didn’t excuse him for choosing to walk towards the crater that had appeared, once the dust had begun to settle. It obviously hadn’t been a bomb or a missile, so what could it possibly be?
His jaw dropped when he saw the boy lying in the middle of the crater, peaceful, as if he were merely asleep. “What the hell?” It came out as a strangled exclamation.
He was young, this boy who had appeared out of fucking nowhere, not battered like most of the boys who lived here, but not soft either. His hair fell everywhere and he was wearing some sort of long tunic, all silvery and gently glowing.
Yara hadn’t a clue what was going on anymore.
---
The semblance of human flesh was so frail, so restricting. It took Ryouta several minutes to sort himself out, discovering that he could not merely will himself here and there in an instant. He stirred, feeling his toes and his fingers and his nose for the first time. Scents that he had never smelled before now hit him with enthusiasm, though most of them were earthy in a slightly unpleasant fashion.
Finally, he opened his eyes.
---
Yara had crept closer, unable to tear himself away from this strange boy. Who was he, how had he gotten here, and where had he come from were all questions swimming through his mind. The crater was a good six feet deep and yet there was nothing in it, nothing besides this boy.
And right as he crouched over him, the boy opened his eyes.
---
Seeing Yara through eyes like a human was much more different than Ryouta was expecting, but he found his lips curling into a smile because it still was Yara (his aim hadn’t been so bad after all) and he was here and he wasn’t so sad anymore.
“Yara Tomoyuki,” he said, and his voice was light, like a dance. “I’ve come to you.”
And then all went black.
---
As if things couldn’t have gotten more bizarre, Yara looked into the boy’s eyes.
His eyes.
Yara had never seen anything like it, his breath catching in his throat because there were stars in this boy’s eyes, stars that burned and flickered as they did in the sky, and it was the most exquisite, most amazing, most impossible thing he’d ever seen, that he could do nothing but stare into them, as if he’d get lost if he looked hard enough.
“Yara Tomoyuki,” the boy declared, scaring the shit out of Yara - his full name? Nobody used his full name. “I’ve come to you.”
And then his eyes rolled back and he collapsed right into Yara’s lap.
“Kid?” Yara asked, alarmed, leaning over the boy and feeling for a pulse. It would be his luck, honestly, if the mysterious kid simply keeled over dead after everything else that had just happened.
It was with great relief that he found a pulse, steady and strong, nearly collapsing back himself when he checked and found that the boy was uninjured and had simply passed out.
Would his mother have known what to do with this, he wondered as he scrubbed at his face, now too overworked to even think about what he was supposed to do. The others would be coming soon, to see what had happened, and he’d have nothing to tell him.
It was strange, he thought as he simply decided he’d do nothing until Yonehana and the others came, that he could no longer see his favorite star.
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After all the chaos of the day, Yara’s favorite way to relax was star-gazing.
It had been a love passed down to him by his mother and he thought back to the days when she would lean over him and the telescope, naming every star she knew for him, with both love and longing. He missed his mother. She would have known what to do.
The hill he stood on was beyond the outskirts of the encampment, the furthest away from the city he was willing to go. It was the only place he could see the stars and while he had no telescope, he lay beneath the sky all inked and glowing, mapping the constellations out himself.
It was a nice distraction to keep his mind off the crumbling nation around him. Grasping, greedy hands were clutching tight, choking out the life of the people. Yara lived in one of the various camps set up to try and liberate as many as they could. But the hill… the hill was his spot. And today had been bad. A huge fuck-fest, really. Yara knew he’d never forget the things he’d seen, but he tried to push them away for now.
He gazed up, searching out his favorite star. It had no name - or at least his mother hadn’t known it - but it shone so brightly in the sky. It was his guiding star for when he traveled, much more apparent and constant than the northern star.
He found it and smiled, soon tracing out other stars and constellations as he sank back into the grass.
---
Ryouta had watched over him for as long as he could remember.
It was a tricky thing, because Ryouta was everywhere and yet nowhere, but he still tried his best to shine whenever night fell around Yara.
He was so sad, Ryouta thought with a flicker. He was always sad now, and that made Ryouta sad as well. He tried to shine all the more brighter for it, if only to make Yara a little less sad.
The others watched, wearily, warily, waiting for the inevitable to happen.
“I’m leaving,” he told them, and nobody looked surprised.
“The darkness will try to take away all that you are,” they warned him. They would not stop him, even if they could, but they were sad that he had chosen to leave. Their sadness did not call to him the way Yara’s did, however. “The darkness will try to destroy your light.”
“Then I guess I shall have to go where I may shine the brightest,” he said. He smiled, waving goodbye as if he were only flitting out for a few seconds, when they all knew that he would never see them again.
It was time.
---
Yara blinked, surprised when he saw a shooting star in the sky, followed quickly by another. While he couldn’t pour over stars all day, he knew well enough that there wasn’t a meteor shower for months now.
And yet there was a third shooting star.
Yara watched in awe as light streaked across the sky, time and time again. It was unlike anything he had seen before. So frequent and so bright and it felt like it wasn’t ever going to end.
It took him a minute to notice that one streak of light, the last one before all the others faded, was growing steadily brighter.
Something was falling out of the sky.
And as he watched it blaze through the sky, he realized that not only was it burning through the sky, it was coming right at him.
---
Twisting.
Tumbling.
Burning.
It wasn’t as painful as Ryouta had thought it would be, falling from the heavens. Excruciating, yes, especially to have lost his web, his link to all his brothers and sisters, but he could also laugh as he fell.
To Yara he was going, and that was all that mattered.
----
Yara should have run. It would have been the smart thing to do, something that probably would keep him alive, but for once, his legs failed him, and he simply stared as the blazing ball of light came towards him.
Closer.
Closer.
Closer…
Until it collided with the ground, impacting at the base of Yara’s hill with a small explosion that made the ground beneath Yara shudder and buck.
Then all was eerily quiet and still.
While Yara had sat frozen in surprise, it didn’t excuse him for choosing to walk towards the crater that had appeared, once the dust had begun to settle. It obviously hadn’t been a bomb or a missile, so what could it possibly be?
His jaw dropped when he saw the boy lying in the middle of the crater, peaceful, as if he were merely asleep. “What the hell?” It came out as a strangled exclamation.
He was young, this boy who had appeared out of fucking nowhere, not battered like most of the boys who lived here, but not soft either. His hair fell everywhere and he was wearing some sort of long tunic, all silvery and gently glowing.
Yara hadn’t a clue what was going on anymore.
---
The semblance of human flesh was so frail, so restricting. It took Ryouta several minutes to sort himself out, discovering that he could not merely will himself here and there in an instant. He stirred, feeling his toes and his fingers and his nose for the first time. Scents that he had never smelled before now hit him with enthusiasm, though most of them were earthy in a slightly unpleasant fashion.
Finally, he opened his eyes.
---
Yara had crept closer, unable to tear himself away from this strange boy. Who was he, how had he gotten here, and where had he come from were all questions swimming through his mind. The crater was a good six feet deep and yet there was nothing in it, nothing besides this boy.
And right as he crouched over him, the boy opened his eyes.
---
Seeing Yara through eyes like a human was much more different than Ryouta was expecting, but he found his lips curling into a smile because it still was Yara (his aim hadn’t been so bad after all) and he was here and he wasn’t so sad anymore.
“Yara Tomoyuki,” he said, and his voice was light, like a dance. “I’ve come to you.”
And then all went black.
---
As if things couldn’t have gotten more bizarre, Yara looked into the boy’s eyes.
His eyes.
Yara had never seen anything like it, his breath catching in his throat because there were stars in this boy’s eyes, stars that burned and flickered as they did in the sky, and it was the most exquisite, most amazing, most impossible thing he’d ever seen, that he could do nothing but stare into them, as if he’d get lost if he looked hard enough.
“Yara Tomoyuki,” the boy declared, scaring the shit out of Yara - his full name? Nobody used his full name. “I’ve come to you.”
And then his eyes rolled back and he collapsed right into Yara’s lap.
“Kid?” Yara asked, alarmed, leaning over the boy and feeling for a pulse. It would be his luck, honestly, if the mysterious kid simply keeled over dead after everything else that had just happened.
It was with great relief that he found a pulse, steady and strong, nearly collapsing back himself when he checked and found that the boy was uninjured and had simply passed out.
Would his mother have known what to do with this, he wondered as he scrubbed at his face, now too overworked to even think about what he was supposed to do. The others would be coming soon, to see what had happened, and he’d have nothing to tell him.
It was strange, he thought as he simply decided he’d do nothing until Yonehana and the others came, that he could no longer see his favorite star.
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I loved it I LOVED IT SO MUCH A;OWIEN;ALKSNDF Like, Ryota literally fell out of the sky - the GALAXY - for Yara and I cannotttttttt );o;( ♥
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