Well, here it is...My first fanfic...
Hope you enjoy n.n
Disclaimer: I own nothing. No, seriously. Nothing.
The song is by Augustana, "Coffee and Cigarettes"
:Prologue: Ice cream Kisses
Kai's Pov
After all these years…I can still remember the first time I saw him.
Two of the orphanage workers had dragged him in out of the rain, and I was sure, that if there were such thing as an angel, he was bound to be one.
He stood stock still, his light frame shaking and quivering….His tiny, pale hands clenching and unclenching. Bright, crimson hair was plastered around his heart shaped face, the cold having brought on a soft blue tint to his lips….And, of course his eyes.
I felt as if I had never seen the color blue before, such was the intensity of his stare. They swirled at me, those wondrously clear orbs, with a throbbing need to understand...
To understand what? Life….Death?
I'm not sure…But he was searching for something, something he needed badly….
I'm not even sure if he knew what he was looking for.
/Wake up,
Take your pills dear,
I know this time of year ain't
right for you.../
He loved the snow.
It was odd, because his near fragile body could barely handle the low temperatures. And yet, he would stay out there for hours…Until his lungs ached with the frosty air and he could no longer close his fingers around the thick, white drifts of snow that lay around him.
Finally, he would come inside, wincing as the heat touched upon his icy skin, thawing out his slender limbs.
Once I asked him why…Why he stayed out so long if it caused him such discomfort…I hated to see him in pain.
He looked at me kind of funny, as if it was a ridiculous question to ask, blue eyes feathery warm as he began to feel sleepy.
"Because…" he started slowly "Because when it's cold, you can pretend you've found the only warm spot left in the world."
/You came with a sickness,
Shot down back in Christmas,
Kamikaze rain.../
During the summer, the orphanage (if they had enough funds) would take us out on a trip to the city.
He loved those trips… His favorite part was where we all got ice-cream at the end. He always loved vanilla best, "Because it looks like snow." he would say.
As he neared the end of his cone, the chilled, sugary treat would be frosted around his lips…And he always made a point of giving us kisses.
Ice-cream kisses.
I can't help but smile now as I remember….
They weren't big, sloppy kisses…No…They were quick and sweet and warm and cold...All at once.
And he would give just one, leaving a small ring of sticky sugar for you to finger, slightly annoyed, on the way back.
A mere peck on the cheek, I know, but it meant so much more all the same.
Every moment I spent with him seemed to go by so fast…It was never enough.
/And I'm sure you've lost that weight again,
I'm sure the pills keep pouring in,
Like smoke that falls,
It's caving into you...
So put me on a plane,
And fly me to anywhere
...with you.../
And then, every thing came to an abrupt halt.
There were no more winters where he would crawl into to bed with me, no more ice cream kisses in the summer…
Then came the abbey.
The small orphanage which had taken us in had finally sputtered to a halt…They could no longer keep the organization going…And Boris Balcov was only to eager to assist.
They destroyed him.
I watched, day by day, as he lost a little more of himself, lost a little more weight that he had worked so hard to gain… watched as he became a little bit weaker than the day before….
Until…eventually, there was nothing left.
He was….Empty.
/One night...
When you woke up, you bled...
Till you spoke up,
Oh this ain't pretty dear,
With clocks, watch the time go
...Till spring,
When the sun can,
Finally be free.../
I fought for him then, recovered every inch of ground that he had lost. Stitched him back to together …
I've held his hand during every visit to the hospital, held him as they diagnosed problem after problem…
"He's suffered so much internal damage, it's hard to say…"
"Surgery is the only thing that can help him now…"
"He's just too skinny…. We can't help him until he gains more weight…"
"We'll have to keep him over night for observation…"
"If he doesn't wake up soon, he suffers risk of brain damage…"
"He might never walk again."
There was always another reason, another reason not to hope for another year….another month.
But here he is…
He made it…
We made it.
I have never met a stronger person than my friend, Tala Ivanov.
And now, years later, I've begun to recognize him again.
Although he's still skinny, he's gained enough weight for the doctors to deem him healthy, his eyes, his beautiful eyes have regained their sparkle….And every day, the abbey seems even more like a distant nightmare.
And I know…Deep down, he is still the angel I met on that cold, rainy night, shivering with want and need for…Something.
I don't know…Maybe…
Someone.
Maybe, I could be his someone…I could be his warm place in the winter, when everything else is dying of cold…
I could be…I could be his everything.
But he's so beautiful, and me…I'm so lost right now. And everything is a lot to be…
/And I'm sure you've lost that weight again,
I'm sure the pills keep pouring in,
We'll scream at the night,
To make it go away...
So put me on a plane,
And fly me to anywhere
...with you.../
"Tala…"
/Just as long,
As I'm with you…/
TBC
-puppy dog face- Review...pwease?
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