Hey, it's Tendou's birthday!
Dec. 21st, 2010 10:07 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ciirceeI still love Kamen Rider Kabuto with all of my heart.
Too bad I wrote this fic in five minutes because I really love Tendou and Kagami more than that implies.
Atarashii
The night is clear and sharply cold. Kagami huddles inside his coat and watches his breath wreathing in front of him. The moon is high over head, white as the snow and so bright it casts a shadow. Tendou is beside him, head tilted back as he studies the moon.
Kagami's watch makes a soft sound, a gentle beep. It is one minute to midnight, nearly the end of the shortest day, the longest night, of the year. It's nearly time for the sun to regain its path. He turns his head and looks at Tendou. "Souji," he says quietly.
Tendou looks down from the heavens.
He doesn't speak but Kagami doesn't expect him to. Instead he watches the way Tendou looks at him, eyes soft and open. He can feel the seconds falling away, one after the other, the minute nearly over. "Happy birthday," Kagami says at last.
Very quietly, Tendou says, "Thank you." He looks away again. Back to the sky.
Sometime in this minute, years ago, Tendou Souji was born. If he cried, if he was silent, if he was a fussy baby or if he was calm nobody can say; there is nobody who remembers.
With another beep, Kagami's watch announces the end of the minute, the end of the day, the end of a moment come and gone.
"My ass is numb and frozen," Kagami says, standing up. He holds out a hand. "C'mon, Tendou, let's go in."
Tendou smiles at him. "As you'd like."
His hand is warm in Kagami's own, as though the cold has no sway over him. Kagami is used to it and pulls Tendou up to standing. He lets Tendou lead the way through the house. They shed jackets and shoes at the door, clothes at the bath, and together they curl naked into bed.
Too bad I wrote this fic in five minutes because I really love Tendou and Kagami more than that implies.
Atarashii
The night is clear and sharply cold. Kagami huddles inside his coat and watches his breath wreathing in front of him. The moon is high over head, white as the snow and so bright it casts a shadow. Tendou is beside him, head tilted back as he studies the moon.
Kagami's watch makes a soft sound, a gentle beep. It is one minute to midnight, nearly the end of the shortest day, the longest night, of the year. It's nearly time for the sun to regain its path. He turns his head and looks at Tendou. "Souji," he says quietly.
Tendou looks down from the heavens.
He doesn't speak but Kagami doesn't expect him to. Instead he watches the way Tendou looks at him, eyes soft and open. He can feel the seconds falling away, one after the other, the minute nearly over. "Happy birthday," Kagami says at last.
Very quietly, Tendou says, "Thank you." He looks away again. Back to the sky.
Sometime in this minute, years ago, Tendou Souji was born. If he cried, if he was silent, if he was a fussy baby or if he was calm nobody can say; there is nobody who remembers.
With another beep, Kagami's watch announces the end of the minute, the end of the day, the end of a moment come and gone.
"My ass is numb and frozen," Kagami says, standing up. He holds out a hand. "C'mon, Tendou, let's go in."
Tendou smiles at him. "As you'd like."
His hand is warm in Kagami's own, as though the cold has no sway over him. Kagami is used to it and pulls Tendou up to standing. He lets Tendou lead the way through the house. They shed jackets and shoes at the door, clothes at the bath, and together they curl naked into bed.