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yume_to_ameTitle: Your voice, frozen in the wind, surrounds me like snow petals Chapter 3 (of 12)
Pairing: KameRyo, other guest appearances
Rating: PG-13 (for this chapter)
Genre: AU, romance, bit angst (like in every romance story), It might be the hurt&comfort type of fic
Multi-chapter
Disclaimer: I don't own them or anything else JE-related. But the story is mine of course^^
Summary: Being a privileged boy out of a rich family doesn’t mean you get more love. Kame knows that just too well. All day long he fights against this monster called loneliness, until a new boy joins his class. He is coming out of a different background and just as lonely as he is.
Kame fights against the feelings that are awakening inside him, not able to trust anyone around him. But then he starts to get strange anonymous messages, his heart warming up towards a person he doesn’t even know…and to this strange boy in his class.
Dedicated to: sweetspicyhot. As a belated birthday present! I really really hope you will like this, my friend!
“You are late,” Yoko tried to sound reproachful but couldn’t help an affectionate tune.
Ryo pulled his shoulders tight, tensing up a bit. But when he felt Yoko’s warm arms hugging him, he sighed in relief.
“What?” Yoko asked softly. “Are you still so wary around me?”
“Sorry,” Ryo mumbled.
Yoko smiled warmly. “No need to be afraid. I’m your big brother after all…”
Ryo had to chuckle at that. “No you aren’t.”
“But I’m something like that, right?” Yoko asked, hoping for Ryo to answer with a ‘yes’. He wanted to be there for him, to protect him. Since the first day they had met, Yoko had promised this to himself. He would become a brother for Ryo, someone he could lean on to.
Ryo nodded his head. “You are my older brother, I guess. Just not by blood.”
Yoko beamed happily at that answer, but he tried to hide his joy. He was a cool older brother after all, being hyper would be out of place. “Let’s eat something, okay? Most of the other boys already ate, some of them made sushi today. Want some too?”
“With fish?” Ryo asked carefully.
“We can make it without if you want to,” Yoko smiled.
“Okay.” Ryo took his bag and hurried to his room. He nodded towards some of the other boys before he slipped into his own room, glad that the kids his age already had their own space unlike the younger ones. The younger boys were sleeping in rooms for 4 or 6. It was more bothersome. Ryo liked it to have his privacy and his space for himself. He ignored the glances of the other boys when he passed them again. He knew he was a loner and he knew that the others didn’t really understand him. But over the years they had learned to accept it. He wasn’t teased or bullied, especially not since Yoko was watching out for him. Because most of them were afraid of Yoko. Ryo couldn’t understand that, because for him Yoko was the kindest person on earth, the only person he really trusted.
“Here you are,” Yoko smiled a bit. “I already prepared the rice. Can you finish it while I get some ingredients?”
“Sure,” Ryo nodded his head, eagerly working on the task Yoko had given him. For a moment he even forgot the incidents at school. These idiots that wanted to bully him, pathetic bunch of guys. Over the years he had learned how to treat scum like them. He frowned when he thought about his threat towards them… Would he have jumped? He winced a bit. He didn’t know if he would have jumped, hadn’t they backed off. He couldn’t answer this question. And it made him feel scared, these dark sides inside him. He couldn’t deny that he was about to let himself drop down into this dark hole in front of him. Was that normal? Why wasn’t he fighting for his happiness?
******
“Kazuya?”
Kame looked up from his book, smiling a bit when he saw a well-known person in front of him. “Yes, Fuma-san?”
The old woman smiled warmly. “Are you busy? Or do you have time to help me?”
Kame put his book aside, standing up to walk to her side. He knew her since he was a baby, she had always been more like a mother towards him than his real mother. She was like his grandmother, though she was actually only his governess or rather: the woman keeping the household together.
“Here.” She handed Kame a basket full of clothes. “These are some of our old clothes, things none of us is wearing anymore. I will take some of mine and your mother’s to the women’s association tomorrow. But yours and your father’s we could drop by at the orphanage. They always are short on money and are happy about everything they get.”
Kame nodded his head. “True, and they are good clothes.”
“You are right,” Fuma-san smiled. “The kids will be happy. Here are some of your older clothes. Is it okay to give these away? Maybe you want to take a look at them.”
Kame shook his head. He didn’t care at all about clothes and he didn’t cling to any of his so-called favourite pieces. “No, I’m sure it’s okay.”
“Could you drop by at the orphanage later?” she asked friendly. “I know you want to go for a walk at afternoon.”
Kame tried to hide the wary look in his eyes, hoping that she wouldn’t see it. Sunday afternoon was always the time when Fuma-san had her time off and would meet friends and go after personal business. Hence he was alone. And when she was gone, there was no warmth at all around him anymore. So he just nodded his head. “Sure, I’ll take the clothes along.”
******
Kame’s hands were gliding over the pages of the note-book warily. He stared at the sentence in front of him. Since the last time there hadn’t been any new lines. The last one was still there: Why do I have to live in such a world all alone?
Kame rubbed his temples nervously. What should he do? Answer? He sighed. Answering meant intervening into someone’s business, but on the other side he didn’t know who the other person was, so there was still some distance, right?
Kame angled for the pen, biting his lips nervously. Then he simply decided to be honest. Isn’t there always at least one thing that’s worth the struggle?
He closed the book before he could cross out his answer again. He had decided to answer, so no stepping back. That wasn’t how he did things. If he decided something, he had to try it honestly and not just half-heartedly.
This evening he came back late. Actually he was supposed to be scolded. Staying out so late during such a cold time of the year, all alone and without telling anyone where he had been, this was a no-go in most families.
But his father just looked up from his newspaper, smiling at Kame casually. “Kazuya, you are home already?”
Kame tensed up a bit, then he nodded his head. “Yeah,” he mumbled.
“Had a nice time?”
“Yes.”
No questions, no reproaches, no scolding, no real warmth, no interest. It was always like that at home. It wasn’t personal. Kame could have just been a random boy living in this house, not a son. Did he feel loved?
No, unfortunately not.
******
“You shouldn’t eat so many sweets,” Uchi complained when Jin nibbled at a chocolate bar.
Jin paused for a moment, then he grinned at Uchi teasingly. “You have to complain, really. That’s almost fun.”
“What?” Uchi blushed. “Do you think I’m fat?” He looked around in panic. “Am I fat?” he asked Yamapi in shock.
Yamapi sighed. “Uchi…”
“That’s not an answer,” Uchi complained, he turned his attention away from his friends, eyeing the first person that passed him. “Hey, Ryo-kun. I’m not fat, right?”
Ryo paused, obviously surprised that one of these guys talked to him. He looked at Uchi and the others through his dark eyes, scanning them properly. These guys were just so careless, not fearing anything, not worrying at all. For Ryo they were almost an offence. None of them actually did have problems.
Jin and Jun shifted around a bit. They always felt uncomfortable around Ryo and his gloomy aura. The intensity of his eyes was making them nervous, but to their relief at least Uchi felt unaffected, because he was still looking at Ryo expectantly.
Ryo sighed a bit. “You are okay the way you are,” he finally answered, before he walked towards his place, sitting down there.
Uchi frowned, not sure if he should feel content or angry now. “What did he mean?” he asked the others. “Am I too fat or not?”
“Oh dear,” Jun sighed in annoyance.
“What?” Kame blinked in confusion when he approached them. He had been a bit late that day and just arrived at school. Now he looked at his friends in slight interest. “What happened?”
“Jin said I’m too fat,” Uchi complained.
“I didn’t say such a thing,” Jin grinned.
“And then I asked Ryo-kun about his opinion,” Uchi ignored Jin and continued his story. “And he gave me some sort of cryptic answer.”
Kame blinked in surprise, something in his stomach tugging when he heard Ryo’s name. He turned his head a bit to look at so-said boy, scanning him properly. His hair was a little mess, as usual. He looked cute, as usual. The blue sweater he was wearing fit him almost perfectly, for once his clothes weren’t too big. He looked handsome.
Kame frowned out of a sudden. Wait! The blue sweater… he stared at it in disbelief. This sweater was his. Or rather: It had been his!
These are some of our old clothes, things none of us is wearing this anymore. Yours and your father’s we could drop by at the orphanage.
Kame blinked in surprise. An orphan?
******
Note: Dear friends and readers! Thanks so much for all your support <3 To thank you I opened up a Request Post. If you feel like requesting a one-shot with a specific pairing or situation you can do so HERE.
Pairing: KameRyo, other guest appearances
Rating: PG-13 (for this chapter)
Genre: AU, romance, bit angst (like in every romance story), It might be the hurt&comfort type of fic
Multi-chapter
Disclaimer: I don't own them or anything else JE-related. But the story is mine of course^^
Summary: Being a privileged boy out of a rich family doesn’t mean you get more love. Kame knows that just too well. All day long he fights against this monster called loneliness, until a new boy joins his class. He is coming out of a different background and just as lonely as he is.
Kame fights against the feelings that are awakening inside him, not able to trust anyone around him. But then he starts to get strange anonymous messages, his heart warming up towards a person he doesn’t even know…and to this strange boy in his class.
Dedicated to: sweetspicyhot. As a belated birthday present! I really really hope you will like this, my friend!
“You are late,” Yoko tried to sound reproachful but couldn’t help an affectionate tune.
Ryo pulled his shoulders tight, tensing up a bit. But when he felt Yoko’s warm arms hugging him, he sighed in relief.
“What?” Yoko asked softly. “Are you still so wary around me?”
“Sorry,” Ryo mumbled.
Yoko smiled warmly. “No need to be afraid. I’m your big brother after all…”
Ryo had to chuckle at that. “No you aren’t.”
“But I’m something like that, right?” Yoko asked, hoping for Ryo to answer with a ‘yes’. He wanted to be there for him, to protect him. Since the first day they had met, Yoko had promised this to himself. He would become a brother for Ryo, someone he could lean on to.
Ryo nodded his head. “You are my older brother, I guess. Just not by blood.”
Yoko beamed happily at that answer, but he tried to hide his joy. He was a cool older brother after all, being hyper would be out of place. “Let’s eat something, okay? Most of the other boys already ate, some of them made sushi today. Want some too?”
“With fish?” Ryo asked carefully.
“We can make it without if you want to,” Yoko smiled.
“Okay.” Ryo took his bag and hurried to his room. He nodded towards some of the other boys before he slipped into his own room, glad that the kids his age already had their own space unlike the younger ones. The younger boys were sleeping in rooms for 4 or 6. It was more bothersome. Ryo liked it to have his privacy and his space for himself. He ignored the glances of the other boys when he passed them again. He knew he was a loner and he knew that the others didn’t really understand him. But over the years they had learned to accept it. He wasn’t teased or bullied, especially not since Yoko was watching out for him. Because most of them were afraid of Yoko. Ryo couldn’t understand that, because for him Yoko was the kindest person on earth, the only person he really trusted.
“Here you are,” Yoko smiled a bit. “I already prepared the rice. Can you finish it while I get some ingredients?”
“Sure,” Ryo nodded his head, eagerly working on the task Yoko had given him. For a moment he even forgot the incidents at school. These idiots that wanted to bully him, pathetic bunch of guys. Over the years he had learned how to treat scum like them. He frowned when he thought about his threat towards them… Would he have jumped? He winced a bit. He didn’t know if he would have jumped, hadn’t they backed off. He couldn’t answer this question. And it made him feel scared, these dark sides inside him. He couldn’t deny that he was about to let himself drop down into this dark hole in front of him. Was that normal? Why wasn’t he fighting for his happiness?
******
“Kazuya?”
Kame looked up from his book, smiling a bit when he saw a well-known person in front of him. “Yes, Fuma-san?”
The old woman smiled warmly. “Are you busy? Or do you have time to help me?”
Kame put his book aside, standing up to walk to her side. He knew her since he was a baby, she had always been more like a mother towards him than his real mother. She was like his grandmother, though she was actually only his governess or rather: the woman keeping the household together.
“Here.” She handed Kame a basket full of clothes. “These are some of our old clothes, things none of us is wearing anymore. I will take some of mine and your mother’s to the women’s association tomorrow. But yours and your father’s we could drop by at the orphanage. They always are short on money and are happy about everything they get.”
Kame nodded his head. “True, and they are good clothes.”
“You are right,” Fuma-san smiled. “The kids will be happy. Here are some of your older clothes. Is it okay to give these away? Maybe you want to take a look at them.”
Kame shook his head. He didn’t care at all about clothes and he didn’t cling to any of his so-called favourite pieces. “No, I’m sure it’s okay.”
“Could you drop by at the orphanage later?” she asked friendly. “I know you want to go for a walk at afternoon.”
Kame tried to hide the wary look in his eyes, hoping that she wouldn’t see it. Sunday afternoon was always the time when Fuma-san had her time off and would meet friends and go after personal business. Hence he was alone. And when she was gone, there was no warmth at all around him anymore. So he just nodded his head. “Sure, I’ll take the clothes along.”
******
Kame’s hands were gliding over the pages of the note-book warily. He stared at the sentence in front of him. Since the last time there hadn’t been any new lines. The last one was still there: Why do I have to live in such a world all alone?
Kame rubbed his temples nervously. What should he do? Answer? He sighed. Answering meant intervening into someone’s business, but on the other side he didn’t know who the other person was, so there was still some distance, right?
Kame angled for the pen, biting his lips nervously. Then he simply decided to be honest. Isn’t there always at least one thing that’s worth the struggle?
He closed the book before he could cross out his answer again. He had decided to answer, so no stepping back. That wasn’t how he did things. If he decided something, he had to try it honestly and not just half-heartedly.
This evening he came back late. Actually he was supposed to be scolded. Staying out so late during such a cold time of the year, all alone and without telling anyone where he had been, this was a no-go in most families.
But his father just looked up from his newspaper, smiling at Kame casually. “Kazuya, you are home already?”
Kame tensed up a bit, then he nodded his head. “Yeah,” he mumbled.
“Had a nice time?”
“Yes.”
No questions, no reproaches, no scolding, no real warmth, no interest. It was always like that at home. It wasn’t personal. Kame could have just been a random boy living in this house, not a son. Did he feel loved?
No, unfortunately not.
******
“You shouldn’t eat so many sweets,” Uchi complained when Jin nibbled at a chocolate bar.
Jin paused for a moment, then he grinned at Uchi teasingly. “You have to complain, really. That’s almost fun.”
“What?” Uchi blushed. “Do you think I’m fat?” He looked around in panic. “Am I fat?” he asked Yamapi in shock.
Yamapi sighed. “Uchi…”
“That’s not an answer,” Uchi complained, he turned his attention away from his friends, eyeing the first person that passed him. “Hey, Ryo-kun. I’m not fat, right?”
Ryo paused, obviously surprised that one of these guys talked to him. He looked at Uchi and the others through his dark eyes, scanning them properly. These guys were just so careless, not fearing anything, not worrying at all. For Ryo they were almost an offence. None of them actually did have problems.
Jin and Jun shifted around a bit. They always felt uncomfortable around Ryo and his gloomy aura. The intensity of his eyes was making them nervous, but to their relief at least Uchi felt unaffected, because he was still looking at Ryo expectantly.
Ryo sighed a bit. “You are okay the way you are,” he finally answered, before he walked towards his place, sitting down there.
Uchi frowned, not sure if he should feel content or angry now. “What did he mean?” he asked the others. “Am I too fat or not?”
“Oh dear,” Jun sighed in annoyance.
“What?” Kame blinked in confusion when he approached them. He had been a bit late that day and just arrived at school. Now he looked at his friends in slight interest. “What happened?”
“Jin said I’m too fat,” Uchi complained.
“I didn’t say such a thing,” Jin grinned.
“And then I asked Ryo-kun about his opinion,” Uchi ignored Jin and continued his story. “And he gave me some sort of cryptic answer.”
Kame blinked in surprise, something in his stomach tugging when he heard Ryo’s name. He turned his head a bit to look at so-said boy, scanning him properly. His hair was a little mess, as usual. He looked cute, as usual. The blue sweater he was wearing fit him almost perfectly, for once his clothes weren’t too big. He looked handsome.
Kame frowned out of a sudden. Wait! The blue sweater… he stared at it in disbelief. This sweater was his. Or rather: It had been his!
These are some of our old clothes, things none of us is wearing this anymore. Yours and your father’s we could drop by at the orphanage.
Kame blinked in surprise. An orphan?
******
Note: Dear friends and readers! Thanks so much for all your support <3 To thank you I opened up a Request Post. If you feel like requesting a one-shot with a specific pairing or situation you can do so HERE.
