1/1 Author: xxshamisenGenre:
Don't own anything except for my stories.Summary:
Saying nothing sometimes says the most.Comment:
For #23 (roses; white rose) of 30_romances
. Dedicating this to cherryrazor
too. ^^ Hope you like it~
Uruha lived in a world drowned in noise. Mouths spewed mindless, conceited words. Ears were filled with headphones and earphones, which oftentimes worked as one person’s armor from everybody else. Minds buzzed of problems that shouldn’t even be thought about. He found himself loving that noisy world because he contributed in it with his music, and in that world, he was a star.
It was the sound of incoherent teenage babbling and supposedly mature yet empty promises that filled the local park these Sunday afternoons instead of soft, angelic laughter of little children dangling about their parents’ arms. Somehow Uruha would always find himself in the middle of this crowd, walking beside Aoi as they passed through the lovebirds of different age groups that swarmed the place. No words would be exchanged between the two of them – one reason is because they wouldn’t hear each other anyway. Even so, Aoi never seemed to exert any effort into bringing up a conversation. And here Uruha was, simply waiting for the other to speak out which, as always, proved futile. But somewhere along the line he’d forget about telling the older man about the disgusting exotic food that Kai let him try yesterday. Or that Reita tried to drag him to a repair shop the other day because he has, yet again, broken one of his precious gaming consoles. He’d forgotten that he was supposed to go out with Ruki today to help him get something for his girl, too.
Whenever he was with the older man, it was as if everything would fade into stillness. Uruha once described it as something like a really big bubble in which the two of them walked in, and the noise of the outside world, the noise inside their minds would be blocked out and they’d be just inside, walking. He could never imagine how Aoi makes it work; he was always loud and enthusiastic when it comes to others, but when it’s just the two of them, everything changes. Regardless, Uruha never once complained about that.
Every time they went to the park they’d immediately head for a certain spot near the rose bushes, where they would always have a beautiful view of the sunset. They’d just sit there, watching as the people come and go with amused smiles on their faces. Occasionally they’d throw each other glances, smiles, but then they’d go back to watching the surroundings again, waiting until the sun sets before they leave. Another thing Uruha could never imagine is how he could stand simply watching these people, when he could perfectly do those same things that they do with Aoi – kiss him, embrace him, hold his hand in a loving manner, whisper sweet nothings in his ears. And Aoi could do the same. It wasn’t like anybody would care, anyway.
But just before the sun sets, Aoi would reach back, pick one flower from the bush, and give it to Uruha. The latter would always reply with a smile and hold the rose close to his chest. After all, the single, white rose was enough for Uruha to know that he was deeply loved.