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writetomyheart2016-01-17 10:56 pm
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[Team Sonic] On the Train
First time doing sonic! Oops, I wrote angst. This is a tiny snippet from the Mercenaries Takachii I've been working on for months. It probably makes no sense out of context (sorry).
Starting words from Favorite Senpai
After a nap, the two of them felt awake enough to get moving again. Takaki bought both of them a train ticket so that Chinen wouldn’t have to steal another car. They didn’t speak much on the ride, both just content to let a comfortable silence hang over them like an umbrella. Chinen had the window seat and he forced himself to look out at the French countryside so that he wouldn’t spend the whole time looking at his travelling companion.
He thought perhaps that he should say something. Perhaps he should put his feelings into words, to shape them and make them tangible and real. But he couldn’t open his mouth. He almost felt like he’d stuffed a bunch of cottonballs inside his mouth, filling up all the space and leaving room for nothing else.
Hikaru had a saying and it echoed ominously in his thoughts. Relationships ruin things, he’d often said, always muttering it to him and Yamada when he thought they were getting too close to a neighbor or acquaintance, not that they had too many of either. Chinen never asked Hikaru how he’d come to that conclusion. The seriousness in Hikaru’s voice made it seem like it wasn’t worth dredging up whatever memories were attached to that.
Chinen was worried that Hikaru might be right. So he continued his train ride with Takaki to Paris in silence. He buried that unfamiliar longing deep down inside, locking it away to forget about when he would board a plane back to Japan soon. He was working and he needed to remain professional. It could be months or more before he even saw Takaki again.
They parted ways on a street corner in Paris. Chinen thanked him for his help and Takaki just smiled happily. Chinen realized that he didn’t see genuine smiles often enough. He watched as Takaki disappeared into the crowd, with his parting words playing in his head over and over again. So innocent and carefree.
“Call me again whenever you need help. It was fun.”
Starting words from Favorite Senpai
After a nap, the two of them felt awake enough to get moving again. Takaki bought both of them a train ticket so that Chinen wouldn’t have to steal another car. They didn’t speak much on the ride, both just content to let a comfortable silence hang over them like an umbrella. Chinen had the window seat and he forced himself to look out at the French countryside so that he wouldn’t spend the whole time looking at his travelling companion.
He thought perhaps that he should say something. Perhaps he should put his feelings into words, to shape them and make them tangible and real. But he couldn’t open his mouth. He almost felt like he’d stuffed a bunch of cottonballs inside his mouth, filling up all the space and leaving room for nothing else.
Hikaru had a saying and it echoed ominously in his thoughts. Relationships ruin things, he’d often said, always muttering it to him and Yamada when he thought they were getting too close to a neighbor or acquaintance, not that they had too many of either. Chinen never asked Hikaru how he’d come to that conclusion. The seriousness in Hikaru’s voice made it seem like it wasn’t worth dredging up whatever memories were attached to that.
Chinen was worried that Hikaru might be right. So he continued his train ride with Takaki to Paris in silence. He buried that unfamiliar longing deep down inside, locking it away to forget about when he would board a plane back to Japan soon. He was working and he needed to remain professional. It could be months or more before he even saw Takaki again.
They parted ways on a street corner in Paris. Chinen thanked him for his help and Takaki just smiled happily. Chinen realized that he didn’t see genuine smiles often enough. He watched as Takaki disappeared into the crowd, with his parting words playing in his head over and over again. So innocent and carefree.
“Call me again whenever you need help. It was fun.”
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Now I want to read this even more :DDDD
Even though it's very short I get their mood and the ambiance is o good :3
AND YOU ARE A TEASE.
Marry me
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Yes, I'm a tease. I'm so (not) sorry.
Thank you for reading and commenting <3