Quickly;;;; post kuroshipping time before i fall asleeps (mini fanfic + arte)
He picked out a single leaf from his best friend's hair, it had landed ever so gently on his smooth, silky, black hair.
"Look, Cheren. A Caterpie!" He exclaimed jokingly while holding up the green, fallen object. Backing up against a tree as he cautiously eyed the thin, green, object in between his friend's fingers, Cheren was unimpressed once he figured out what it actually was.
A relieved sigh, "You've got to cut that out, I'm yet to find that funny..." He said disapprovingly of his friend's prank. "But you're just so gullible, it's hard to resist!" He laughed; a bright, cheerful laugh. Cheren could only roll his eyes as he relaxed himself, no longer cowering against the tree.
The forest was alive with all kinds of sounds, creatures and trees alike, enjoying the cool breeze that swept through the leaves. A particularly strong gust blew past, and sent the very leaves above the two young men hurtling away, carried by the wind.
Eyes up towards the movements above them, mouths shut, minds in motion. The autumn breeze, that's what this was; on It's way to whisk away all traces of summer, leaving gaps in one's heart, longing for the next summer.
"Like leaves in the wind..."
"Huh?" Cheren, caught off-guard, for once. A silence grew as the leaves rustled, breaking free from the branches that held them back.
"We're all like leaves in the wind. When the time comes, we've all got to go somewhere far off" he smiled pridefully at Cheren, sunlight resting in patches on his dirt-smudged face
"Right... And just when did you start getting so poetic, Touya?" Crossing his arms and raising an eyebrow at his unkempt friend.
"I don't know, I just thought about it. It's probably from some dusty old book or textbook somewhere" he shrugged, it didn't mean that much anyways.
It doesn't mean that much anyways, that summer ending, you're last smile before your disappearance. You are the leaves in the wind; All I can do is watch you go further away from me, out of my reach, carried by the wind. I should've seen it coming, but there was no summer's end rain, and there was no autumn chill. There was only an absence where you should be.
Leaves in the wind, never returning to it's place on the tree. Farewell
