Learning Curve | By : djserani Category: Naruto > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 1418 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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A/N: First off, this story, like Changes and "Firsts" exists in Monoshizukanohi, which belongs to Darkprism. She has graciously allowed me to play in her world and has incorporated pieces of my storylines in there. But that is all at her discretion. Please remember that she came up with the world and it belongs to her.
Secondly, I beg patience with this story. I do want to write this story, it's been driving me crazy, wanting out, but I have a mess of things that I need to take care of aside from this. So I will be writing it, but updates on it will be slow.
He sat back with a sigh and let his eyes glide over the narrow cobblestone street packed with cars, tourists, artists, students, and families. They danced along the edge of the river that flowed lazily in front of him and shifted further to the other side of the water to take in the rooftops decorated with dark stone, wrought iron and ancient tile. His gaze dropped to the tiny black metal table he sat at and stared once more at the battered photograph that was propped on the keyboard of his laptop. The computer was currently sitting open, the screen displaying an email that was started: the to, from and subject lines filled in, but the body still empty, cursor blinking. He ignored the now-cold miniature cup of strong coffee that graced the tabletop next to the machine, along with the pastry that had also taken on the chilly November air.
He reached out and picked the picture up, brushing his fingers across the two faces smiling up at him. It was old by more than ten years, but he'd kept it with him all those years, never far, always in a pocket or wallet. He had more recent ones of them, but this one was his favorite. He'd taken it himself, their smiles were for him, right after they'd made love. He remembered when he'd had to leave them that time. It had been so incredibly hard to go. He'd seriously considered going AWOL, but they'd promised him letters and phone calls and anything else they could possibly do for him.
And they'd kept their promises. They hadn't let more than a week go by without letters from both of them, sometimes more than one a week. They'd sent pictures, gifts, anything he'd asked for and so much he didn't. Until a few years ago. As much as it hurt, he could admit it was his fault they'd stopped. Oh, they still emailed now and again, but it was rare and stilted. He swallowed and pushed that thought back.
He still had the recordings of their voices, the videos of their faces, the pictures and letters, every one of them. He had almost all of the gifts, holding on to them carefully or storing them when he couldn't keep them with him. Some of them were silly, like the ridiculous stuffed dragon he had in one of his boxes. And some of it wasn't, like the cassettes and CD's they'd made him over the years of their voices, the music that meant so much to them or the videos of them talking to him.
Not that he needed videos or recordings. He could close his eyes and still hear them, feel them and taste them. He knew the long russet hair still hadn't come out of that right eye, knew the spikes were still done regularly. He knew there were piercings above the chocolate and slanted eyes now, that their muscles were a bit more defined, thanks to the regular workouts they still did.
But no matter what they did, he'd always know his best friends, the two people he'd fallen in love with so many years ago.
And still loved.
And he missed them. So much he ached.
The bells of Notre Dame rang, reminding him that he was running out of time. He ignored them for another moment, brushed his fingers over their faces again and sent up a prayer to a god he wasn't sure existed that he'd be able to do that for real at least once more.
He set the picture between the cold coffee and hard pastry and laid his hands over the keyboard, poised. Taking a deep breath and steeling his nerves, he began to type.
Zumo and Tetsu,
I have no right to ask for it, but I beg your forgiveness. I have no excuse to give, nothing to offer to make it right. I can only hope that, as you have done in the past, you'll be generous again.
I'm coming home.
I hope that, when I get there, I'll still find the friendship I've cherished so much and held on to so carefully over all these years.
If you can forgive me, I'll be landing at the base on November 25th and should be done around two in the afternoon. You know where to go. I'd love to see you.
Yours always,
Kenji
Before he could second-guess himself, he hit the send button and sat back, staring at the message on the screen. You're message has been sent. He swallowed hard, forced the butterflies into dormancy again and took another deep breath.
He closed the laptop, stowed it in his bag, left his tip on the table and started walking. It was time to go home.
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