Photographs We Never TookAuthor:
AU, drama, romanceDisclaimer:
As Kazuya lays drifting in and out of conciousness, he begins to experience several flashbacks from his early childhood all leading up to the present. After reliving the last moment he can remember, he awakes to an unknown room only to discover that what was once always by his side has left him; yet, at the same time will reside with him forever. A/N:
For Kurii, my other half. ♥
]Part II"Kazuya? Ne, Kazuya. Can you hear me?
Things got worse. When it became too much, I ran away again.
Whenever I found myself running, I would ask myself all these questions. Did I deserve this? Had I done something to provoke it? Is this the obvious punishment? The questions would turn into assumptions. Maybe it was because I was clumsy. Maybe it was because I talked too much. It seems like whenever I open my mouth I'm just chastised.
I ended up behind the garage again. I went there hoping to see you, and was all the more amazed to have found you. It was as if you had waited there for me since we last parted.
I wasn't sure what I expected by returning there. You made me curious. I wondered if you would take me into your house again. I wondered if you would take care of me.
Each time we met, you smiled and greeted me. I just stood there and waited for something to happen. I waited until you took my hand and led me somewhere. I waited until you asked a question to which I nodded or shook my head in response to. I didn't realize I lost my voice around you. For some reason, I couldn't bring myself to talk, to speak a single word. I think it’s because I was scared. Maybe I would say something to upset you. Maybe I would ask a stupid question and you would walk away and leave me behind. And I didn't know it at the time, but you weren't something I could gamble. I couldn't lose you.
I always wore long-sleeved shirts with jeans to cover up as much of my bruised body as I could. Usually it didn’t matter if I did or not, though. Some days I was so messed up I couldn’t walk properly, and if I tried to, my eyes would just cloud up with tears in response to the pain. If I had cuts on my face, I would just make up an excuse. None of the kids at school ever questioned me. I guess the fact that I was being abused had crossed their minds at one point, though it wasn’t something they could bring themselves to believe – that someone they knew actually had to go through something that only happened in tragic storybooks or movies.
That place behind the garage, it wasn’t exactly a well-protected area. It didn’t provide me with a sense of security and couldn’t even do something as simple as shelter me from the rain. However, I would often times find myself running back to that familiar spot before she could get to me. It was the ambiance that lured me there; I loved the warm feeling it conveyed. It wasn’t
a well-protected area— but it felt like it was. It didn’t
provide me with a sense of security— but in that spot, you had, the first time we met. As for sheltering me from the rain, I could’ve cared less. I love the rain.
You would be in that same place near the fence, always waiting for me. I think that even on days when I didn't leave the house, you were still there waiting. No matter what injuries I sustained, or what words I had to endure, seeing your face would always help me forget everything that happened within that damned house. You were my escape.
"Hey, Kazuya." You smiled as I came into view and took my hand. "Ne, Kazuya, why are you always so cold?" you questioned, gently squeezing my hand in an attempt to warm it up.
I've always been pretty lean, so I suppose that was the reason for my lack of body heat. You didn't wait for an answer before you pulled me into a tight embrace.
"Come on, I have something I want to show you!" you said before jumping the fence; I followed right after.***
I stared down at the brown cardboard box lying upon the carpeted floor of your kitchen; a pale blue blanket was spread over it.
"What... What is it?" I asked, slightly frightened when I saw something move. It hadn’t even occurred to me that there could be a living thing hidden beneath.
"Look!" you urged, laughing while my hand slowly reached out toward the foreign object.
I jumped backward as the blanket suddenly flew off the cardboard container revealing a small brown dog. It cocked its head to the side as it studied me with a blank stare.
"My mom found this puppy when she was coming home from work," you explained as you happily pet the pup. "It was abandoned..." Your previous expression immediately turned sullen, and I could have sworn I heard you say as soft as humanly possible, "It reminded me of you..."
Perfectly content in just watching you caress the brown pup, I kept my distance. Evidently the abandoned puppy felt differently. It left your hand and started walking toward me.
"J... Jin," I stuttered, slowly backing away.
You stared at me in disbelief. "Are you afraid of dogs?" you questioned.
"Uh... I don't know," I stupidly replied.
You laughed at me, and my head snapped up in response.
"Kazuya... she's not going to hurt you. You're a lot bigger than her!"
I slowly redirected my gaze to the brown fur ball, reaching out once again. "Ew... she's getting me all wet." I watched as the puppy's heated tongue ran across my hand several times, the saliva shining in the kitchen light.
"Kazuya…" You stopped mid-sentence as I sat on the floor to take the puppy into my arms.
"It's so warm." Pulling it closer, I cuddled the pup as she began to lick my face. Her fur was so soft; my hand became addicted to the gentle touch. Why would anyone want to leave behind such a loving creature? Just holding her gave me a sense of comfort. She eased my mind. She would always be there to welcome me whenever I entered your house, glad to have my company. She couldn’t shout or scream, but instead conveyed her thoughts through heart-warming actions.
You smiled and sat beside me. "Name her, Kazuya."
"Huh?" It was your puppy, why did you want me to name it?
"Huh?" you responded, not sure what it was I didn't get.
"...H...uh?" you scratched the back of your head.
I had never seen you look so confused before.
"Name the puppy!" you repeated, pointing at the brown creature as you leaned your head onto my shoulder.
"Uhmm..." How am I supposed to come up with a name just like that, I thought. "How about... Ran?"
"I like it," you approved almost before I even finished my sentence, turning your head up to smile at me. Your movement tickled the side of my neck, and a laugh escaped my lips. Quickly, you pulled away and gaped at me. "You just laughed!" you stated almost accusingly.
I just looked back at you, and before I knew it you were randomly poking at me. You stared curiously as your touches created a stifled laughter in me. I tried to back away, but Ran was still sitting in my lap, preventing me from making any progress.
"You're ticklish!" A huge smile graced your face as you came closer, and Ran left my lap for her makeshift bed.
Before I knew it, I fell backwards and your hands ran over my sides as I squirmed beneath you. I swear you laughed as much as I did that day even though you weren't the one being tickled. To this day, I don't think I've ever laughed that hard.
Lying on our backs, we struggled to catch our breath. You were the first one to break the silence, of course.
"Kazuya... you should always be able to laugh. No matter what happens to you, don't forget how to laugh. Okay?"A/N (Aisu):
Does anyone even remember me anymore? LOL. /dead. At best, I know no one here now, so I won't have anyone bugging me about Meet Death. 8D