| Fan Fiction |
by biniBningPunkista
He shook his head unable to accept that a girl made him wear this kind of stuff.
The reflection before him seemed very unfamiliar, just because he wore such clothes changed his whole image. Wearing the suit made him a tid bit uncomfortable, but he did enjoy the way he looked. Vanity… men had it after all.
As he continued to gaze at his reflection there was something familiar with this whole situation, him standing in front of a mirror, waiting for someone… it all seemed… vague but familiar. There was a sensation within him that was very déjà vu like.
Hiro looked at the mirror once more when Aoi suddenly appeared behind him, being reflected from the mirror in a white gown, with huge black flowers embroidered at the helm and the edge of the gown that was wrapped around her and a small black purse was hanging on her left arm,. She looked incredibly beautiful in it, that his breathing became a ragged sound instead of a normal one, suddenly out of words as he gazed at her through the mirror.
Aoi’s hair was fixed in a twirl behind her head, her smooth slender shoulders bare above the dress, her feet hidden behind the helms and a thin silver necklace adored her neck. Her make-up was thin, showing how simple and yet stunning she looked like.
For a small girl like her, she simply looked beautiful. It was a drastic change from her sometimes mismatched clothes and eccentric look. That afternoon, Aoi looked like a stunning lady.
“What do you think?” Aoi smiled as she twirled slowly in front of him.
He slowly gulped, making a slight noise from his throat which turned into a choking sound. Aoi’s face fell as she saw his sudden reaction.
“Not the reaction I was expecting.” Aoi sighed then grabbed his arm forcefully and led him out of the building and towards the car, her face in a frown.
When they finally reached the car, once again he automatically opened the door for her which made her scowling face turn into a beaming smile. Aoi gingerly took the passenger seat and buckled her seat belt.
Hiro was just getting inside the car when she said where exactly they were going.
“Are you sure that’s the exact place we are going?” He asked to make sure he didn’t hear her wrong.
“Yes. We are going to THE GALLERY tonight.” Aoi beamed at him once again.
“How did you manage to get an invitation?”
“I’ve already prepared for it before I went here. So don’t worry about it…” Aoi shrugged.
“But only high ranking people are able to get there and the invitations are…”
“Just because Hiro! We’re going and that’s it. Quit asking questions and just drive.” Aoi cut him short then leaned over to twist the car keys to start the engine before he can say anything else. The car purred and Hiro’s head was still full of questions. He gave Aoi a glance then turned around to back the car out of the parking lot.
This girl was definitely not like any girls, there was something about her that was stirring in his heart that he couldn’t understand. Swirling images, memories that seemed quite distant but he still couldn’t remember what exactly it was.
He sighed away his frustration and drove to their destination.
……………………………………..
“Wow.” Hiro muttered loudly to himself as he looked at THE GALLERY, it was huge. It stood as a one floor structure on top of the hill, overlooking the city at its feet. The building was separated inside in 2 parts; a ball room was open at the left with a buffet on the far corner while the gallery was adjacent to the ballroom on the right. The art collections on display were organized in that room.
Aoi grabbed his hand which sent tingling sensations to his whole body, and then she pulled him towards the art collections. The collections were from different people from all over the world, arts that were globally awarded or simply appreciated by the famous artists themselves. Hiro marveled over the arts on display as they walked slowly checking each collection until they reached the far end of the gallery.
The end of the gallery was a huge wall were several art works were displayed, specifically by choice of the gallery producer. A small crowd has formed in front of two art works hanging on the wall. Hiro’s eyes scanned what the crowd was speculating at when his eyes caught where exactly they were looking. One was a canvas in oil and pastel, the other a printed work. Both art works hung side by side, showing that it was really meant to be there together.
The oil and pastel canvas was a masculine hand reaching out to something. The back ground was dark but the main subject was clear. Fine lines on the hand was perfectly painted and colored, the soft arch of fingers, the skin tone… it was perfect. Like a real big life size hand reaching out. The opposite artwork was a different medium. It was a graphic art design showing a hand, perfectly synced with the other painting. It was out stretched, its palm facing up. The hand was undeniably feminine, clean, smooth and small. There was a black stone just like exactly the one that... Aoi gave him.
His face swerved towards her direction, but she was nowhere to be found. The painting drew his attention once again and he studied them more closely. There was a small signature at the bottom.
aYu-2000
Hiro’s breathing staggered; he was suddenly shivering from cold, his eyes slowly swept to look at bottom of the other art work.
Mizushima H.
There it was... his signature. It was clearly his.
There was a sudden rushing sound in his head, he was out of breath, he cowered, there was pain, he heard someone screaming, he was groping, things falling from above, a loud noise burst nearby almost shattering his ear drums, the walls were crumbling down, the floor shaking uncontrollably, he was on the ground, he was crawling… and then he felt her hand. Everything went black.
Sensations welled into him as he looked around, trying to remember. His chest heaved heavily, his head a bubble of memories, his skin felt cold and then…
He finally remembered.
He remembered the way she smiled, the way she held his hand, the soft skin of her cheeks, the glint in her eyes every time she’s excited, her laugh, her voice… he remembered everything about her.
Everything about Aoi.
Hiro’s head turned left and right, looking for the one girl he had forgotten for the past three years. The one girl he swore never to leave. The one and only girl he had loved in his entire existence.
Aoi.
People stood beside him, looking at him curiously… wondering why he suddenly went pale. He felt the stone in his pocket, which he has transferred earlier. He quickly got away from the crowd, scanned the art gallery, trying to find her. Pacing the room in long strides he looked for her until he realized that she really wasn’t in the gallery room.
He ran towards the ball room to check. She wasn’t there. He ran outside the building, ran back to his car to see if she went back. Aoi wasn’t there.
Was she just a dream that he imagined?
A hallucination that brought him there to the gallery to remember?
Was Aoi just a ghost trying to remind him of her?
Hiro’s head was blown from sudden realization that he has forgotten her. He has forgotten how they accidentally met in Paris. How she approached him and mistaken him for her father, how they got together and found out they both loved art. How they spent the days looking at the sunset.
His eyes scanned the skies, which was turning red orange with the reminder that the sun was about to set. Tears seemed to sting his eyes. He walked back slowly towards the building, wanting to take a look at the art works again. As he arrived at the lobby, he noticed that there was an opening at the left side of the building. At the far end, there was an open balcony. Someone was solely standing by the rims, looking over the setting sun.
Hiro’s heart thumped.
His feet dragged him to the balcony, recognizing the person who was standing there, her back shoulder blades teasing him, inviting his hands to hold on, to caress… to feel.
The breeze swept both of them, his eyes grazed on to Aoi’s back, feeling in the loss that he had for three years. A deep growling started into his heart, the painful thought of almost losing his memory forever and the thought of losing her. His hand slowly reached out to touch her. Aoi’s skin felt soft under his palm, her shoulder quivered slightly at his touch, her head slowly turned to look at him.
Her face was expectant.
“Aoi…” He started to say.
“You like the paintings?” Aoi asked carefully, her tone hopeful.
“Yes.” He answered discreetly.
Her shoulders dropped. Disappointment washing over her face, she turned back quickly to the sunset, silence enveloping both of them.
Hiro continued to gaze at her, then turned to face the city and the sunset before them. His hands slowly moved to take Aoi’s small hand into his. She tilted her head to look at him and gave him a small sad smile.
He just looked at the sunset while clutching her hand tightly, trying not to forget, trying to hold on and not to let go.
The sun was completely gone and Aoi started to release his hand, but he didn’t budge.
Hiro didn’t like the feeling of letting her go again. The thought of her hand letting go of his, gives a jabbing pain in his heart. Aoi not knowing this, tried to tug away her hand once again. When she realized that he wasn’t letting go anytime soon, her brows furrowed in confusion.
“Hiro…” She started to say, but his lips met hers instead.
Aoi’s voice was muffled; confusion turning to shock and then slowly, the realization hit her. Tears started to stream down her face as Hiro held her face gently, his mouth grazing hers ever so softly, his hand cascading down her back and pulling her closely to his body. She answered his kisses in equal longing, sobs escaping from her lips.
When Hiro finally pulled away, Aoi covered her face with both of her hands and kept sobbing helplessly. Hiro waited for a few seconds then removed her hands away from her face, kissing her tear stricken cheeks. He kissed her nose before looking deep into her tear glazed eyes.
“Aishiteru, Yu Aoi.” He said softly then took her hand and gave her the stone, now that he remembered; it was the small black topaz stone that they picked out in Paris to embed in the promise ring that they were planning to buy for themselves. Seeing this made the tears fall down from Aoi’s eyes once again.
“I’ve always loved you unconsciously.” Hiro said with humor in voice, his own eyes brimming with tears.
“I thought you will never remember. I was ready to remember for the both of us if the circumstances called for it. I was also ready to make you love me all over again. You forgetting me was… hard.” Aoi choked as she spoke.
“Your mother didn’t know you had a selective amnesia.” She said as she looked properly into my eyes.
“No she didn’t.” Hiro said.
“Nobody knew, except you.” He nodded gravely with that realization.
“But you’re back.” Aoi said with a genuine smile.
“Yes I am.” He smiled.
“And you still love me.” She said out loud, with a proud look on her face.
“Yes I do.” Hiro reached out to hug her close to him, enveloping her in his arms, letting her hear the excited thump of his chest.
They were lovers both standing there in the balcony feeling the breeze around them with memories finally falling back in its rightful place.
~~~The End~~~
Finally!!!! I have finally found the perfect ending for this story. It has been too long since I have updated it, and somehow, the song Luck by Ashily from the Korean Drama’s soundtrack of Boys over Flowers inspired me to finish it. I wanted this to be a longer one, but I just didn’t have the heart to extend it. I loved Hiro and Aoi’s character here… they are simply good looking and amazing actors.
Here’s a link to their clothes if you’re curious enough to check them out.
http://www.style.com/slideshows/fashionshows/S2009RTW/MARCHESA/RUNWAY/00230m.jpg
-Aoi’s dress for the affair (Marchesa Collection)
http://men.style.com/slideshows/mens/fashionshows/S2009MEN/GAMEN/RUNWAY/00410m.jpg
-Hiro’s suit for the affair (Giorgio Armani)
I hope you enjoyed reading this though it was rather short.
You may read my latest fic… Shinku Minami. See you guys there. ^_^v thank you!!!!