Hello Everyone! This is a short story featuring Sora Hirosue from My Sweet Bodyguard. This is a gift for, in my opinion, one of the most talented and creative writers for the Voltage fandom on Tumblr, Miss xmasqueradeangelx. I absolutely love your work, I look forward to reading it and certain pieces of yours have gotten me through some tough times. I’m not very good at writing, especially compared to your work, but I thought someone who takes this much time and effort to make people smile through her writing deserves a little love back! I hope you enjoy it!
Therain came down in thick streams from the never ending expanse of grey above as you pop up your little blue umbrella. A warm hand slides over your chilled fingers and gently pries the curved metal handle from your hands. Smiling, Sora looked down at you with his usual soft expression and began to guide you both down drenched sidewalk. Today had not gone well at all, it was like the universe was out to get you. No matter what you did, there seemed to be some sort of problem, some kind of setback. The piece of writing you had been putting your heart into somehow didn’t feel quite genuine, the emotion felt distant and the connection you had with the characters was losing its glow. To top it all off, you had been coming down with something for the past day or two, but you couldn’t afford to be sick because of how busy everything had become. Discretely trying to clear your throat again, feeling the raspy scratch in the back and grimacing as you peered through the rain.
Sora looked at your downcast face with concern, not even having to ask….he knew. He felt it too, they both desperately needed a break. He didn’t like to see you so troubled, you were usually such a passionate soul, his precious ray of sunshine. Though he knew it was misplaced, he found himself getting a bit irritated at the rain…it had been raining for a week. She had come out to walk him home in it every day, even when he was late. They needed to have some fun! Walking in silence, Sora pondered on what to do to cheer them up, when he glanced over the brick wall lining the street.
On the other side was a very quaint, sad looking little park. There was an antiquated metal slide with a large puddle near the bottom, a swing set with three swings, one thrown over the top and broken in half. A very rusty bouncy animal sat off to the side near a bench, the paint peeling off of the happy bear’s face. A questionable merry-go-round was collecting rainwater behind the slide along with a plastic climbing gym.
Sora couldn’t help the broad smile slipping across his face….it had been years since he swung on a swing. Without warning he stopped in the middle of the street, pulling the umbrella closed and snapping it shut. You covered her head with her arms, looking up at him in shock,
“Sora, what are you doing?”
He hopped up onto the brick wall, reaching a hand down towards you with his irresistible auburn eyes and a childish grin,
“Come on, let’s go on an adventure!”
You raise a skeptical eyebrow, crossing your arms, “Sora, last time we went on an ‘adventure’ I got covered in bread flour and smelled like motor oil for a month.”
Recalling past memories his eyes crinkled with his face splitting grin while he tried to smother his laughter at the thought, “No, no this one is different I promise, trust me!”
Sighing, you cautiously reached out for his hand and he hoisted you up onto the fairly short wall as you both scrambled over. The moment his feet touched the ground, Sora was off and running towards the swing set, “I call the swings first!”
You watch incredulously as He jumps onto one of the black swings, twisting up the chain as tight as it would go, then pulling his foot off the ground and spinning faster than a carnival ride. He started laughing and yelling at you to come over, letting the chain overlap and send him into another hectic spinning blur. You jog over and he fell into the mud below the swing stumbling like a drunk as he leaned against the pole, laughing between breaths,
“…….I haven’t done that since I was…..six, no, seven years old? That was awesome!”
He grabs your hand before you can even respond and pulls you over to the slide, “Come on, let’s go on the slide next!”
You grasp onto the metal handles rolling your eyes, a small smile playing at your lips. He’s such a little kid, but it’s so endearing you indulge him if just to see his perfect smile for a little longer. As you start to march up the steep stairs, you begin to hesitate as every footstep brought a loud creak of rusted bolts. About halfway up you stopped, Sora right behind you and you cling to the bars, “Hey, this thing doesn’t sound very stable, maybe we shouldn’t…..”
“It’s been standing this long and hasn’t fallen down yet, let’s go!” Though his excited voice puts you at ease, you can feel yourself questioning this plan of action as you look up at the angry sky. You pull the now soaked hair out of your face…..with your streak of bad luck today, you didn’t really feel like testing it.
Once at the top, you both stand on the platform and look about the playground for a minute, the rain pouring down in sheets. This was crazy! What were they doing? You were already sick, and now you’re on top of a slide in the pouring rain. You looked at the ride down the slide and wrinkled your nose. There were old leaves, acorns, dirt, and rainwater littering the metal.
Suddenly Sora scooted past you and nearly hopped onto the dirty metal, sliding down sideways, and standing on his feet like he was riding a surfboard. He let out a triumphant whoop and jumped off the side near the end, taking a bow and putting his hands on his hips,
“Come on, don’t worry, if you fall, I’ll catch you!”
He smiled up at you, rain pattering down his face and you sigh, giggle a bit at his messy hair. He always managed to bring out that bit of innocence, the little kid you had tucked away in your heart.
You inched towards the edge, getting ready to sit down with a small smile, when your feet slipped and you skidded down the slick metal with a squeal so shrill you didn’t know your voice could produce such a sound. Instead of jumping off the side like he did, you flew off the end, splashing into the very large, murky puddle near the bottom.
The cold water seeped into your pants and you whined in disgust, pulling your hands out of the mud. Still in shock you just sat there in the puddle, looking up at a hysterical Sora, doubling over himself laughing. He was laughing so hard he started to cough, wheezing as he reached a hand down to help you up,
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry I shouldn’t laugh…..are you okay? That was the funnies-“
You take hold of his hand with a glare of vengeance, forcefully pulling him down into the mud puddle face first with a sound similar to mixing a bowl of potato salad.
Now completely covered, Sora smudged the mud off his lips and smeared back his hair, your laugh ringing in the cold, damp evening air like church bells. Sora soon joined in your laughter, happy to see you finally back to your lighthearted self.
He spit out a bit of mud, wringing off his hands, “I guess I kind of deserved that…”
A devilish gleam came into his eyes as he looked at his appearance once more, grabbing your sleeve and trying to pull you in for a kiss.
You immediately push his muddy face away in disgust, smearing even more mud onto his cheeks, “No, I’m not kissing you, your covered in mud!”
Laughing Sora pounced onto your kicking, squealing form pulling you up into his arms easily as he stood you up on the dirty grass.
Without a word you started to walk back to the wall, Sora’s sparkling laughter filling the wet air behind you as you attempted to right your clothing. You glanced at him beside you and his eyes crinkled, his teeth glaringly white in contrast to the dark dirt smothering his face. You wanted to be angry at him….your back and legs were covered in cold wet mud and God knows what else.
You whipped your wet hair and looked away in feigned annoyance, pulling yourself up the wall and jumping over without taking his offered hand.
You wanted so badly to be upset….you should be upset. These were your favorite pants! That water was freezing and now you’re completely chilled. You felt something soggy drape about your shoulders and realize it was Sora’s coat. However it was also soaking wet and you tried to control your expression, forcing the laughter back down your throat. As you walked home, the streets were fairly empty.
Two blocks away from home and suddenly an older lady comes around the corner. She gasps loudly in fright upon seeing you both, anger and embarrassment burning in her eyes as she moves around and storms off down the street.
You look at each other and you can’t hold back any longer. You both burst out laughing, Sora’s arm wrapping around your shoulder as you both stumbled back to your apartment like drunk, mud covered fools. Every time you would stop laughing to try to catch your breath, you would look at his face and start all over again.
Occasionally someone would pass by and the reactions would become funnier and funnier, both of you trying to keep a straight face until they left as your two filthy forms blended into the rain, the dark blue umbrella the only sign of life, your laughter echoing about the silhouettes of the buildings and trees into the night.
Sora placed a hot cup of Earl Grey in front of you and you smiled up at him from your computer, pulling the multiple blankets you’d acquired tightly around your form.
His hair was still wet from the shower as his fingers slicked his feathery bangs up over his forehead, a small frown on his usually chipper face.
“Why didn’t you tell me you weren’t feeling well? I never would have let you get soaked out in the rain if I knew you had caught a cold….” He whines wrapping his arms around your shoulders and glancing at your computer screen,
“I’m sorry, I didn’t want you to worry. It wasn’t that bad until this afternoon, I thought maybe I was just overworked.”
He places a soft kiss on your cheek and you blush lightly, “You are overworked…why don’t we take a break tonight, we could watch a movie!”
You continue typing as you process the tempting idea, a sad smile slipping across your lips, “I’d love that, but I finally have some inspiration on this story. I didn’t know how to get these two together, and I think I have the perfect idea now…”
“Oh really?” Curiously Sora stares at the screen, reading the title out loud, “ ‘The Deserted Playground’…..hey, wait a minute what is-“
You push him away, minimizing your document as the blush on your cheeks deepens, “Hey, this is confidential, you can’t read it!”
“What? You’re no fun, even when the story was my idea?” His cheeky smile makes you cross your arms as you wonder how you get any work done at all with him home.
He leans over you, his face only inches from yours and your heart begins to pound as his voice slips like syrup from his lips,
“How are you going to write it properly when you don’t know the ending?”
Blinking at the strange question you find it hard to focus with his beautiful eyes staring at you so intently.
“I-I have an ending picked out, they part at the corner with a sweet goodbye, and he tells her they’ll meet again...” Getting lost in the world of your own story for a moment, you begin to notice that Sora’s arms are slipping around your waist.
He picks you up effortlessly and you gasp in surprise as he holds you in his arms, walking slowly towards the bedroom. He looks down at you with a mischievous smile, the tenderness of his voice making you melt in his embrace,
“No, I think it goes a little something like this…”
You pull your arms around his neck and he kisses you over and over again. You should just know by now that when Sora’s around, work would just never be possible.
