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[November 17] [Kodomo no Omocha] The road home
Title: The road home
Day/Theme: 11/17: Dear love, I've never had to write a letter like this
Series: Kodomo no Omocha
Character/Pairing: Akito/Sana
Rating: PG
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30_kisses; the road home.
He scribbled a few lines on the napkin, but shortly after he signed his name (Hayama Akito) the flight attendant came by and whisked it away.
"Peanuts?" she asked him in Japanese, and he was so startled he said yes instead of hai. He averted his eyes quickly only to read the name on her tag. Harumi.
The man next to him was humongous and smelled like beer. Halfway through the flight, the man’s girlfriend (who previously, was hidden behind his bulky mass) stood to use the restroom. Akito thought that it would be nice to regain his olfactory senses after she managed to push through them both. She too, was massive, but instead of beer, the smell of old musty flowers enveloped her. Akito only coughed once. When she came back, he didn’t realize that he had remarked aloud that it would have been easier if she had not tried to kiss her boyfriend. It earned him a look from both the man and his girlfriend.
Halfway through the flight, he woke to the sound of snoring and realized with horror that he had fallen asleep on the man’s arm. Apparently the man had not noticed—he snored louder than ever. (He probably couldn’t feel through all that fat, Akito thought cynically.)
He tried successfully to fall back asleep, but a sudden jerk in his chair startled him. It was Harumi. "Sir, which would you like?"
It took him a few seconds before he registered what she asked. "Oh. Uhm."
"We have beef, chicken, and fish," she said briskly.
"Chicken," he said without thinking. After a moment, he was proud of himself that he had said it in Japanese. He poked at the food disinterestedly and after Harumi took it away, he fell asleep only to be woken by a insistent tapping on his chair.
He turned around, irritated, to see a little boy sitting on the lap of an old man. The little boy was kicking his chair to some secret tune in his head. Obviously, a look from Akito was not enough; he continued to kick until Akito turned, exasperated. "Stop." Then, after a pause, "Please." The boy looked at him with wide eyes.
After that, he couldn't fall back asleep, so he watched two movies until finally they announced their descent into Japan.
The flight he had come on was large, so it was awhile before he and his large seatmates could leave. They sorted the baggage as two claims, so he stood in the middle, trying to see both sides but to no avail. Finally, after the crowd had dissipated, he found his luggage; it had been thrust into the corner.
He took it and went through immigration without a hitch, then stopped in front of the gate, and thought about what would be on the other side. His thoughts drifted to the napkin that Harumi had taken from him. If he had been the poetic type it would have started out with Dear love, I've never had to write a letter like this, but as it was, he had merely jotted Sana (3 times, the first two he had crossed out in a frenzied scribble) I missed you (again, 3 times). (And then only once:) I am not sad to be back. Hayama Akito.
Day/Theme: 11/17: Dear love, I've never had to write a letter like this
Series: Kodomo no Omocha
Character/Pairing: Akito/Sana
Rating: PG
Notes: Also written for
30_kisses; the road home.He scribbled a few lines on the napkin, but shortly after he signed his name (Hayama Akito) the flight attendant came by and whisked it away.
"Peanuts?" she asked him in Japanese, and he was so startled he said yes instead of hai. He averted his eyes quickly only to read the name on her tag. Harumi.
The man next to him was humongous and smelled like beer. Halfway through the flight, the man’s girlfriend (who previously, was hidden behind his bulky mass) stood to use the restroom. Akito thought that it would be nice to regain his olfactory senses after she managed to push through them both. She too, was massive, but instead of beer, the smell of old musty flowers enveloped her. Akito only coughed once. When she came back, he didn’t realize that he had remarked aloud that it would have been easier if she had not tried to kiss her boyfriend. It earned him a look from both the man and his girlfriend.
Halfway through the flight, he woke to the sound of snoring and realized with horror that he had fallen asleep on the man’s arm. Apparently the man had not noticed—he snored louder than ever. (He probably couldn’t feel through all that fat, Akito thought cynically.)
He tried successfully to fall back asleep, but a sudden jerk in his chair startled him. It was Harumi. "Sir, which would you like?"
It took him a few seconds before he registered what she asked. "Oh. Uhm."
"We have beef, chicken, and fish," she said briskly.
"Chicken," he said without thinking. After a moment, he was proud of himself that he had said it in Japanese. He poked at the food disinterestedly and after Harumi took it away, he fell asleep only to be woken by a insistent tapping on his chair.
He turned around, irritated, to see a little boy sitting on the lap of an old man. The little boy was kicking his chair to some secret tune in his head. Obviously, a look from Akito was not enough; he continued to kick until Akito turned, exasperated. "Stop." Then, after a pause, "Please." The boy looked at him with wide eyes.
After that, he couldn't fall back asleep, so he watched two movies until finally they announced their descent into Japan.
The flight he had come on was large, so it was awhile before he and his large seatmates could leave. They sorted the baggage as two claims, so he stood in the middle, trying to see both sides but to no avail. Finally, after the crowd had dissipated, he found his luggage; it had been thrust into the corner.
He took it and went through immigration without a hitch, then stopped in front of the gate, and thought about what would be on the other side. His thoughts drifted to the napkin that Harumi had taken from him. If he had been the poetic type it would have started out with Dear love, I've never had to write a letter like this, but as it was, he had merely jotted Sana (3 times, the first two he had crossed out in a frenzied scribble) I missed you (again, 3 times). (And then only once:) I am not sad to be back. Hayama Akito.