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rabenhorst) wrote2009-12-10 04:03 pm
rabenhorst) wrote2009-12-10 04:03 pm
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Title: Simple Things
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seinen_no
Rating: PG
Pairing: Die/Kaoru
Disclaimer: Own nothing.
Comments: Heya. I wanted so badly to write something for the advent calendar, but I was so not in a christmassy or even wintery mood. Outside, the wind was blowing and it was so strongly autumn that I couldn't resist and write a short ficlet about that. Ever been to Denmark? I can only recommend it. Rent a hut there and go there during early spring, autumn or even winter. It's lovely and wonderful to stand at the shore and get soaking wet, the wind blowing to your face. So yeah... I got a bit distracted XD I hope you like this.
Simple Things
Simple things are all we should trust?
The wind was playing with a few loose strands of his hair, blowing right down to the bone. Wrapping his arms around himself, Die tried to keep warm. How had he gotten there? He had no idea. Or then yes, he did. By car. But why he was there? That, he couldn't answer. While all he had wanted were a few days of relaxing, endless sandy, tropical beaches, drinks with small umbrellas, waiters who read every wish from your eyes and a pulsing nightlife, he now got this. Denmark. Maybe he should have been more specific when he had bugged Kaoru to go on a short holiday together? This was so typical for the older guitarist. He simply misunderstood him on purpose whenever he could.
So instead of ending up in Thailand or Australia on a luxurious tropical beach resort, they were now in Denmark...
Renting an automatic car had been an adventure, following the instructions of the English navigation-system a drag, but that was nothing compared to the tiny wooden hut that had awaited them. Given, it was neat, had a certain rustic charm with its combined kitchen and living-room, the small iron fireplace and the tiny but cosy bedroom. And yet only the fact that they had their own sauna had brightened Die's mood considerably and taken his mind off the fact that they would have to cook and clean themselves. No chocolate mints on the cushions, no fresh towels in the bathroom. They had to take everything with them.
This was far from the holidays he had imagined. Instead of enjoying room-service and eating out in bars that were located directly next to the beach in short pants, sandals and t-shirt, they had bought groceries on their way from the airport to here, rushing back to the car not to get soaked wet by the rain.
What was Kaoru thinking?
Slowly, Die turned to look at the other man.
Kaoru was standing there on the beach, his shoes half sunken into the sand, eyes closed, facing the sky and the open sea.
What was going through his mind?
Die turned his head and closed his eyes as well. He could feel the fine rain on his face, felt the wind tug his hair, caress him like a long lost lover whose touch was cold and yet there was a strange familiarity to it. Suddenly he understood what Kaoru had been seeking out here, right in the middle of nowhere.
He wanted to feel small, wanted to make himself see how unimportant he was compared to the magnitude of the powers of nature. They all were small and nothing mattered when you stood there, the wind blowing straight to your bones while your skin felt like wax from the cold rain.
Right there, nobody cared that Kaoru was the guitarist and leader of a famous band; nobody cared if he wore stylish jeans and a brand jacket, if his hair looked good or not. He was just a human standing on the beach, feeling more alive than in a long time.
Suddenly, something startled Die out of his contemplations and when he looked up, he found that Kaoru was standing right in front of him, watching him attentively from his dark eyes.
And there he understood that he had only seen half of the truth, only one side of the coin. Kaoru wanted to feel the unimportance of his existence compared to what one called nature, earth, life, music and the business and yet one look into his eyes told Die that there was something that mattered more than that, somebody to whom he should be the most important thing.
Author:
seinen_noRating: PG
Pairing: Die/Kaoru
Disclaimer: Own nothing.
Comments: Heya. I wanted so badly to write something for the advent calendar, but I was so not in a christmassy or even wintery mood. Outside, the wind was blowing and it was so strongly autumn that I couldn't resist and write a short ficlet about that. Ever been to Denmark? I can only recommend it. Rent a hut there and go there during early spring, autumn or even winter. It's lovely and wonderful to stand at the shore and get soaking wet, the wind blowing to your face. So yeah... I got a bit distracted XD I hope you like this.
Simple things are all we should trust?
The wind was playing with a few loose strands of his hair, blowing right down to the bone. Wrapping his arms around himself, Die tried to keep warm. How had he gotten there? He had no idea. Or then yes, he did. By car. But why he was there? That, he couldn't answer. While all he had wanted were a few days of relaxing, endless sandy, tropical beaches, drinks with small umbrellas, waiters who read every wish from your eyes and a pulsing nightlife, he now got this. Denmark. Maybe he should have been more specific when he had bugged Kaoru to go on a short holiday together? This was so typical for the older guitarist. He simply misunderstood him on purpose whenever he could.
So instead of ending up in Thailand or Australia on a luxurious tropical beach resort, they were now in Denmark...
Renting an automatic car had been an adventure, following the instructions of the English navigation-system a drag, but that was nothing compared to the tiny wooden hut that had awaited them. Given, it was neat, had a certain rustic charm with its combined kitchen and living-room, the small iron fireplace and the tiny but cosy bedroom. And yet only the fact that they had their own sauna had brightened Die's mood considerably and taken his mind off the fact that they would have to cook and clean themselves. No chocolate mints on the cushions, no fresh towels in the bathroom. They had to take everything with them.
This was far from the holidays he had imagined. Instead of enjoying room-service and eating out in bars that were located directly next to the beach in short pants, sandals and t-shirt, they had bought groceries on their way from the airport to here, rushing back to the car not to get soaked wet by the rain.
What was Kaoru thinking?
Slowly, Die turned to look at the other man.
Kaoru was standing there on the beach, his shoes half sunken into the sand, eyes closed, facing the sky and the open sea.
What was going through his mind?
Die turned his head and closed his eyes as well. He could feel the fine rain on his face, felt the wind tug his hair, caress him like a long lost lover whose touch was cold and yet there was a strange familiarity to it. Suddenly he understood what Kaoru had been seeking out here, right in the middle of nowhere.
He wanted to feel small, wanted to make himself see how unimportant he was compared to the magnitude of the powers of nature. They all were small and nothing mattered when you stood there, the wind blowing straight to your bones while your skin felt like wax from the cold rain.
Right there, nobody cared that Kaoru was the guitarist and leader of a famous band; nobody cared if he wore stylish jeans and a brand jacket, if his hair looked good or not. He was just a human standing on the beach, feeling more alive than in a long time.
Suddenly, something startled Die out of his contemplations and when he looked up, he found that Kaoru was standing right in front of him, watching him attentively from his dark eyes.
And there he understood that he had only seen half of the truth, only one side of the coin. Kaoru wanted to feel the unimportance of his existence compared to what one called nature, earth, life, music and the business and yet one look into his eyes told Die that there was something that mattered more than that, somebody to whom he should be the most important thing.