Eternal Moment
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Adult
Chapters:
1
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2,193
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2
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Eternal Moment
heh. yeah, shameless self-promotion. i really don't like being the only author in a category, and neither would you i suppose. but if adding a story is the only way i can let you know that i updated, there's no harm right? even if it's not mine? yes that's right. THIS STORY IS NOT MINE. i have translated it from a japanese fiction site, WITH THE PERMISSION of the original author. i am a writer, not a plagiarist. if there is any problem with this, at all, please contact both the administator(s) and me. please enjoy the works of this talented author, brought to you by me, kinmik. and the letter z.
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Yoshimori bolted upright to find his heart racing and the thin sheets soaked in sweat, the pillowcases likewise damp and cool with silently shed tears.
He glanced instinctively at the red glowing numbers of the digital clock beside the bed.
12:48.
The nineteen-year-old reached a hand through the darkness to feel the emptiness beside him on the rumpled blankets and his breath caught painfully in his chest. He swung his legs over the side of the bed and softly padded over the plush carpeted corridor of the small apartment, running his hand over the wall to guide him through the dimly lit space.
Upon reaching the entryway where the hall opened up into the den, indistinct voices and music accompanied by bright sporadically blinking light informed him that someone was watching television.
Gen looked over his arm that was thrown over the back of the sofa, sensing Yoshimori’s hesitant, hovering presence.
“What’s up? Did you have a nightmare?” he asked, half-jokingly.
In an instant, Yoshimori was in Gen’s lap, hugging his roommate and boyfriend to him as if his life depended solely on the closeness of their proximity.
“H-hey?” The ayakashimajiri, construing that something was amiss, picked the remote up and quietly turned the television off, pulling Yoshimori closer and rubbing his back soothingly.
Burying his face into the dark nightshirt, the slighter boy breathed in the sweet fragrance of Gen’s choice brand of cigarettes and sighed in relief.
“Gen.”
His voice was shaking.
Although Gen understood that it had probably just been a dream, the knowledge that the one he cared for was distressed was intolerable. “Yeah. I’m here.”
Being held for a moment in silence was comforting and, eventually, Yoshimori stopped trembling.
The warmth of his lover also warmed his heart.
“I…had a dream.”
“Right?” Looking down into Yoshimori’s face, Gen pulled in a sharp breath.
His eyes were red-rimmed and brimming with unshed tears, tracks down his cheeks testifying to already spilled tears.
“What kind of dream was it?”
The younger of the two lowered his eyes and murmured in a small voice, “In my dream, you…you died.”
“Hah?”
“And then, you left me behind…” With those words, all the details of his dream came bubbling to the surface, and once again tears threatened to fall as he clung tighter to his friend.
“It was just a dream. C’mon, don’t cry,” Gen consoled, anxiously attempting to keep him from breaking down completely right there in his lap.
Yoshimori shook his head, gnawing at his lower lip. “I…was calling your name. ‘Don’t go,’ I said. ‘Don’t die.’ But, you did, and—”
“I said, it was just a dream,” Gen interrupted, starting to become a little impatient. “Forget about it.” But he could already see that the only thing on Yoshimori’s mind was his nightmare and the fear that Gen was indeed going to leave him.
Gazing at the endearing expression of childlike disquiet, Gen closed his eyes and softly sighed almost dejectedly. In order to bring the other back to actuality, Gen swiftly leaned in and nipped his lips open, slipping his tongue inside and ravaging his mouth skillfully before pulling back, a shining silver strand of saliva connecting them.
Yoshimori was dumbstruck for a moment, eyes comically wide, struggling to comprehend exactly what had just taken place before he blushed furiously, his fingers coming up to touch kiss-swollen lips. “…Gen?”
“That’s right. I’m right here, so don’t cry.”
Yoshimori nodded, finally feeling a bit of the burden on his heart ease.
Gen tucked Yoshimori’s bushy head, unchanged in five years, under his chin, rubbing his shoulders and sighing again, deeply.
“I was so scared…”
“Yeah…”
“You had a terrible wound.”
“I’m not going to die just from that,” Gen asserted, a little affronted.
“Yeah, but—!!” Even then, he was still feeling insecure. If he somehow lost this warmth from his life, how could he possibly carry on? In a world without him, how could he continue living? On that day, surely, time itself would stop.
“You’re still getting hurt every day at Karasumori,” Yoshimori mumbled, his voice muffled.
“Sure, but I always heal the following day.”
“This time, you looked like a piece of Swiss cheese.”
Gen snorted in spite of himself, and he could feel the ghost of a smile on Yoshimori’s face against his chest.
“Go back to sleep.”
“What about you?”
The Yagyou boy arched an eyebrow at his partner.
“I’m not the one who has work tomorrow. I’ll join you eventually, okay?” Gen reached for the remote again, but Yoshimori’s hand covered it.
“Hey?”
“I want us to sleep together now.”
Vaguely annoyed flinty onyx eyes clashed with silently pleading chocolate-colored ones until Gen lost the battle and looked away, blushing. He sometimes amazed even himself by how much he couldn’t resist Yoshimori’s puppy eyes, even after all these years. Whenever he employed that technique, there was no method by which he could disagree.
“I guess it can’t be helped. You go first. I’ll be there shortly.” Upon seeing the look Yoshimori was giving him, Gen frowned slightly, though his eyes radiated nothing but mildly veiled compassion. “I promise.”
Getting off from Gen’s knees, Yoshimori padded to the hallway, but stopped and turned around, a hand on the frame. “Gen.”
“What is it?”
“Hurry, okay?”
Gen paused in fishing through his pockets for a light and stared at his roommate with an unreadable expression on his face.
“’Kay,” he finally said, a slight smile creeping across his features.
Yoshimori grinned broadly and slipped into the darkness, heading to the bedroom.
Gen stood, switching the television off in passing and moved to the balcony, sliding the glass door open and stepping into the cool night air. He flicked the lighter and touched it to the cigarette dangling from his lips. He took a drag, slowly exhaled the purple smoke, and chuckled quietly to himself.
That single existence, more important that everyone. To laugh with him every day, to sleep next to him every night; that was more than he could ever ask for. Gen distantly wondered what he had done to deserve the boy.
Crushing out the cigarette, Gen returned inside and closed the door, turning in the direction of the bedroom. Undoubtedly, Yoshimori, tired of waiting, would have an expression of pure irritation ready for him.
With the image of that lovely face in his mind, Gen turned the living room light off.
Being near, comforting me when I have an unsettling dream.
As long as you’re here, I won’t fear anything.
Therefore, during this time together, I will have happy dreams, and eternally, when I awaken to you, it will be a happy certainty.
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i'm sorry if it wasn't up to par. there's just some things that are so much better left in japanese. if you enjoyed this, that's great. i should do more of these...
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Yoshimori bolted upright to find his heart racing and the thin sheets soaked in sweat, the pillowcases likewise damp and cool with silently shed tears.
He glanced instinctively at the red glowing numbers of the digital clock beside the bed.
12:48.
The nineteen-year-old reached a hand through the darkness to feel the emptiness beside him on the rumpled blankets and his breath caught painfully in his chest. He swung his legs over the side of the bed and softly padded over the plush carpeted corridor of the small apartment, running his hand over the wall to guide him through the dimly lit space.
Upon reaching the entryway where the hall opened up into the den, indistinct voices and music accompanied by bright sporadically blinking light informed him that someone was watching television.
Gen looked over his arm that was thrown over the back of the sofa, sensing Yoshimori’s hesitant, hovering presence.
“What’s up? Did you have a nightmare?” he asked, half-jokingly.
In an instant, Yoshimori was in Gen’s lap, hugging his roommate and boyfriend to him as if his life depended solely on the closeness of their proximity.
“H-hey?” The ayakashimajiri, construing that something was amiss, picked the remote up and quietly turned the television off, pulling Yoshimori closer and rubbing his back soothingly.
Burying his face into the dark nightshirt, the slighter boy breathed in the sweet fragrance of Gen’s choice brand of cigarettes and sighed in relief.
“Gen.”
His voice was shaking.
Although Gen understood that it had probably just been a dream, the knowledge that the one he cared for was distressed was intolerable. “Yeah. I’m here.”
Being held for a moment in silence was comforting and, eventually, Yoshimori stopped trembling.
The warmth of his lover also warmed his heart.
“I…had a dream.”
“Right?” Looking down into Yoshimori’s face, Gen pulled in a sharp breath.
His eyes were red-rimmed and brimming with unshed tears, tracks down his cheeks testifying to already spilled tears.
“What kind of dream was it?”
The younger of the two lowered his eyes and murmured in a small voice, “In my dream, you…you died.”
“Hah?”
“And then, you left me behind…” With those words, all the details of his dream came bubbling to the surface, and once again tears threatened to fall as he clung tighter to his friend.
“It was just a dream. C’mon, don’t cry,” Gen consoled, anxiously attempting to keep him from breaking down completely right there in his lap.
Yoshimori shook his head, gnawing at his lower lip. “I…was calling your name. ‘Don’t go,’ I said. ‘Don’t die.’ But, you did, and—”
“I said, it was just a dream,” Gen interrupted, starting to become a little impatient. “Forget about it.” But he could already see that the only thing on Yoshimori’s mind was his nightmare and the fear that Gen was indeed going to leave him.
Gazing at the endearing expression of childlike disquiet, Gen closed his eyes and softly sighed almost dejectedly. In order to bring the other back to actuality, Gen swiftly leaned in and nipped his lips open, slipping his tongue inside and ravaging his mouth skillfully before pulling back, a shining silver strand of saliva connecting them.
Yoshimori was dumbstruck for a moment, eyes comically wide, struggling to comprehend exactly what had just taken place before he blushed furiously, his fingers coming up to touch kiss-swollen lips. “…Gen?”
“That’s right. I’m right here, so don’t cry.”
Yoshimori nodded, finally feeling a bit of the burden on his heart ease.
Gen tucked Yoshimori’s bushy head, unchanged in five years, under his chin, rubbing his shoulders and sighing again, deeply.
“I was so scared…”
“Yeah…”
“You had a terrible wound.”
“I’m not going to die just from that,” Gen asserted, a little affronted.
“Yeah, but—!!” Even then, he was still feeling insecure. If he somehow lost this warmth from his life, how could he possibly carry on? In a world without him, how could he continue living? On that day, surely, time itself would stop.
“You’re still getting hurt every day at Karasumori,” Yoshimori mumbled, his voice muffled.
“Sure, but I always heal the following day.”
“This time, you looked like a piece of Swiss cheese.”
Gen snorted in spite of himself, and he could feel the ghost of a smile on Yoshimori’s face against his chest.
“Go back to sleep.”
“What about you?”
The Yagyou boy arched an eyebrow at his partner.
“I’m not the one who has work tomorrow. I’ll join you eventually, okay?” Gen reached for the remote again, but Yoshimori’s hand covered it.
“Hey?”
“I want us to sleep together now.”
Vaguely annoyed flinty onyx eyes clashed with silently pleading chocolate-colored ones until Gen lost the battle and looked away, blushing. He sometimes amazed even himself by how much he couldn’t resist Yoshimori’s puppy eyes, even after all these years. Whenever he employed that technique, there was no method by which he could disagree.
“I guess it can’t be helped. You go first. I’ll be there shortly.” Upon seeing the look Yoshimori was giving him, Gen frowned slightly, though his eyes radiated nothing but mildly veiled compassion. “I promise.”
Getting off from Gen’s knees, Yoshimori padded to the hallway, but stopped and turned around, a hand on the frame. “Gen.”
“What is it?”
“Hurry, okay?”
Gen paused in fishing through his pockets for a light and stared at his roommate with an unreadable expression on his face.
“’Kay,” he finally said, a slight smile creeping across his features.
Yoshimori grinned broadly and slipped into the darkness, heading to the bedroom.
Gen stood, switching the television off in passing and moved to the balcony, sliding the glass door open and stepping into the cool night air. He flicked the lighter and touched it to the cigarette dangling from his lips. He took a drag, slowly exhaled the purple smoke, and chuckled quietly to himself.
That single existence, more important that everyone. To laugh with him every day, to sleep next to him every night; that was more than he could ever ask for. Gen distantly wondered what he had done to deserve the boy.
Crushing out the cigarette, Gen returned inside and closed the door, turning in the direction of the bedroom. Undoubtedly, Yoshimori, tired of waiting, would have an expression of pure irritation ready for him.
With the image of that lovely face in his mind, Gen turned the living room light off.
Being near, comforting me when I have an unsettling dream.
As long as you’re here, I won’t fear anything.
Therefore, during this time together, I will have happy dreams, and eternally, when I awaken to you, it will be a happy certainty.
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i'm sorry if it wasn't up to par. there's just some things that are so much better left in japanese. if you enjoyed this, that's great. i should do more of these...