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deecherrywolf.livejournal.com) wrote in 31_days2009-01-05 06:30 am
[Jan 5] [Junjou Romantica] A Lasting Memory
Title: A Lasting Memory
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deecherrywolf
Day/Theme: Jan 5 / a tender history in rust
Series: Junjou Romantica
Character/Pairing: Miyagi / Terrorist
Rating: PG-13
Miyagi and Shinobu had decided to move in together after Shinobu graduated T University. The two of them found a nice little apartment and had the boxes transported as fast as possible. Shinobu began unpacking his own things while Miyagi tended to his own. He opened a box, pulling out books, and then it fell. Miyagi picked up the thin sheet, glancing down at the image on the page. He hadn't looked at this picture for 4 years... it hadn't even crossed his mind.
Shinobu came back in, ready to talk but his mouth snapped shut at the sight of Miyagi holding that picture and smiling happily. Shinobu frowned and walked up behind the older man, waiting to see if he'd even acknowledge his presence. Miyagi chuckled as he thumbed the picture, then looked over at Shinobu. 22-year-old Shinobu who had wormed his way into his heart and seemed he didn't have any intentions of leaving. And he wouldn't have it any other way. He looked over at Shinobu and smiled. He would never throw away the memory of his teacher, but he could bury it and allow it to rust in peace and become nothing but a fond memory, for Shinobu... and for himself. But Shinobu seemed to think otherwise for a moment, crossing his arms and raising a brow at his lover.
“Please tell me you are not looking at that picture.”
Miyagi chuckled. “Hey now, it's been a while since I've looked at it, give me a break.”
Shinobu sighed, putting down the box in his hand, leaning over to look at the image with him. “You look like a brat.”
“Like you?”
“Shut up... you were probably happier then too.”
Miyagi put a hand on his lover's cheek. “I'm happiest when I'm with you Shinobu. Always.”
Shinobu flushed, eyes snapping away from the older man. Did that old man realize how embarrassing he was? For a 39-year-old man, Miyagi still knew how to embarrass him. Shinobu grabbed the man's tie, murmuring a swift 'kiss me'. Miyagi laughed pushing his weight onto Shinobu, making them both fall onto the ground gently, pressing their lips together. Shinobu eventually opened for him, allowing Miyagi to plunder his mouth. Miyagi ran his hand down Shinobu's back. His memory of his teacher far behind him and all the memories of Shinobu bubbling around him and continuing to build themselves in his heart. Making him fall deeper into the terrorist's trap.
(The End)
Author:
deecherrywolfDay/Theme: Jan 5 / a tender history in rust
Series: Junjou Romantica
Character/Pairing: Miyagi / Terrorist
Rating: PG-13
Miyagi and Shinobu had decided to move in together after Shinobu graduated T University. The two of them found a nice little apartment and had the boxes transported as fast as possible. Shinobu began unpacking his own things while Miyagi tended to his own. He opened a box, pulling out books, and then it fell. Miyagi picked up the thin sheet, glancing down at the image on the page. He hadn't looked at this picture for 4 years... it hadn't even crossed his mind.
Shinobu came back in, ready to talk but his mouth snapped shut at the sight of Miyagi holding that picture and smiling happily. Shinobu frowned and walked up behind the older man, waiting to see if he'd even acknowledge his presence. Miyagi chuckled as he thumbed the picture, then looked over at Shinobu. 22-year-old Shinobu who had wormed his way into his heart and seemed he didn't have any intentions of leaving. And he wouldn't have it any other way. He looked over at Shinobu and smiled. He would never throw away the memory of his teacher, but he could bury it and allow it to rust in peace and become nothing but a fond memory, for Shinobu... and for himself. But Shinobu seemed to think otherwise for a moment, crossing his arms and raising a brow at his lover.
“Please tell me you are not looking at that picture.”
Miyagi chuckled. “Hey now, it's been a while since I've looked at it, give me a break.”
Shinobu sighed, putting down the box in his hand, leaning over to look at the image with him. “You look like a brat.”
“Like you?”
“Shut up... you were probably happier then too.”
Miyagi put a hand on his lover's cheek. “I'm happiest when I'm with you Shinobu. Always.”
Shinobu flushed, eyes snapping away from the older man. Did that old man realize how embarrassing he was? For a 39-year-old man, Miyagi still knew how to embarrass him. Shinobu grabbed the man's tie, murmuring a swift 'kiss me'. Miyagi laughed pushing his weight onto Shinobu, making them both fall onto the ground gently, pressing their lips together. Shinobu eventually opened for him, allowing Miyagi to plunder his mouth. Miyagi ran his hand down Shinobu's back. His memory of his teacher far behind him and all the memories of Shinobu bubbling around him and continuing to build themselves in his heart. Making him fall deeper into the terrorist's trap.
(The End)