Title: The ease of happiness
Fandom: Slam Dunk
Rating: For all
Genre: Romantic
Disclaimer: The characters belong to Takehiko Inoue.
Notes: Written for the "Maritombola" Prompt No. 9 (paper)
Words: 1446
THE EASY 'OF HAPPINESS'
The first time I walked into the room Doah am impressed by the amount of paper that was around: thin colored paper, tissue paper I think it's called. There were clippings on his desk, another was heaped on various shelves, lay the strips on the floor. I looked around but there was absolutely nothing that could explain the presence of all this paper. As soon as Hanamichi
entered the room I wanted to ask why, but it was just out of the shower and was wearing only a towel, put ... I leave you to understand because I forgot to chierdegli something about it!
After some time I came back to his house and I'm reminded of the paper, however, when I entered his room there was the slightest hint: for a moment I even asked if I had not dreamed about that 'enormous amount of light tissue paper, colored. If by chance I was going crazy. Thus, even if terribly curious, I decided to set aside the strange incident, classified as a passenger and of little importance. By the time
then ended up in oblivion, until - Sunday - the paper has suddenly reappeared in the room of Doah. So, I could not help but ask him and tell him my memory, as I had hit that cloud of colored paper, but he did not answer: he smiled mysteriously and then today I would say that done to see what is all this paper.
I came to take the house with his battered old car of gray and I was blindfolded, deliberately ignoring my protests. Then he set in motion and we walked away from the city accompanied by festive hum of the engine. After a while, 'that we were marching admit that I fell asleep, but you know ... eyes closed, the smooth ride and secure Hana cradle, that has forced me to get up at seven in the morning because "We have to go far, Kaede! So you step to take tomorrow morning at seven and a half and throw you out of bed to kick if you do not find in the street. " The problem is that I know all too well that head crazy and I'm quite sure she would really. However, at some point I woke gently stroking her head and then giving me a languid kiss: he knows me and my violent reactions when I wake up.
I was out of the car and led by the hand in what I recognized as a lawn. She extended a blanket that had to be brought from home and I made us sit on, taking care to make me feel his presence by touching them with your fingertips all the time. Then it disappeared for a while 'urlandomi a "Be right back." I'm lying on the blanket, slightly rough, and I focused on what I heard: the laughter of children and the sigh of the wind.
Strangely I did not sleep this time. I heard the joy that permeated the air to be drunk and lose the perception of time and space: I jumped Hana when I was lying on suddenly and I stole a kiss. He laughed.
- You fell asleep again now, eh? -
I tried to explain that it had not happened but I understand that it was hard to believe, given my "previous" in this regard. I have limited myself to hug him tight, tirandomelo against his chest, not to ruin our day with useless bickering.
- Now I take off my bandage, right? - Whispers in my ear, stroking his face. I hear him fiddling to untie the knot behind my head, hesitate a moment before finally unfasten. - Look up, darling! -
For a moment I am blinded by the sunlight, then I think not to see us still care: I see the blue sky of colorful streamers, which are interwoven, they move and intertwine. Yellow, blue, orange, green, purple and red and black and brown and pink e. .. What a fool! How did I not recognize the kites? Hana
I look and I see him smile, hazel eyes that sparkle with happiness. Took my hand - for the umpteenth time that day, must have particular need of reassurance today - and it makes me lie down again on the deck. Then he begins to tell, the first serious and uncertain, then more and more passionate and euphoric, more like cheerful all'Hana usually showing to others. - You know, when I was small I was always more to see the kites. It is a kind of meeting is open to all that lasts five days, where everyone can fly their kite ... my family was too poor to buy one though. They are fragile, easily broken and money was wasted, because even as you can imagine I was a real plague! But I kept farmici bring each year ... and when I turned ten years, I approached a guy who told me he was waiting for me. -
- did you expect? - I ask puzzled.
- Yes - Hana says he or she becomes - if possible - even brighter his beautiful smile. - He gave me a kite in his hand, saying that he had built for me, seeing the desire and perseverance with which I had come every year to see them hover in the air, but without being able to participate. And you do not know the joy I felt seeing my kite rise into the sky, finally running in the grass with other children! When it was time to go away I ran to the man and the momentum to have embraced, weeping for joy. And I made a promise: that I learned how to build kites as gifts to all children who, like me, want to fly a kite in the sky ... you know, build one that lasts one or two days costs almost nothing but time, while those bought can be very expensive for a poor child -.
- It 's this then you do with all that tissue paper, then? Kites? - Calls on the search for a final confirmation. When I nodded, my heart warms: guy is truly a treasure of Hana, although it tends to hide behind the attitude blowhard. Can you give me a couple of those who did and got him and unwrap before: they recognized her, because they are colorful and have the form of simple lozenges.
- But I must tell you a secret ... This year I took my ca-po-la-vo-ri! - And he proudly shows two more complex kites of others, even if the shape remains the same, which had supported a short distance. One is on a blue background with a drawing of a gray wolf with blue stripes and a long tail with rings in matching shades of color, the other is orange with drawn on a monkey and a tail of yellow tissue paper , red, brown. Beautiful.
- And now we make them fly! - Says getting up shooting and holding a hand. I ... I would be able to find the courage to grasp it and happy to see him, but ... Not for me, flying a kite. I'm so happy in heaven, and all children (and adults) who take a carefree run in the meadow, in a way that will not be able ever! I've always been pretty apathetic and in certain situations just do not feel at ease.
Hana looks at me with pleading eyes, which become bigger and bigger. I know that I crave acceptance, I see the way in which it is addressed.
- I ... - Slow start, not knowing how to continue. How can I tell him that I will not get up because I'm afraid to disappoint him, I do not know if I will not be able to enjoy flying a kite? And I'm also afraid of hurting myself for the umpteenth time, seeing others happy and everything inside me is dull and flat.
- Come on, we start by doing your flight, okay? - Hanamichi said turning towards me with a bright smile. Then do not leave me time to respond and took my hand and started to run in the grass ... and I have no choice but to follow him. For each stride as if a number of concerns and weight I give up, always making me feel lighter: I seem to be flying like a kite behind my back, which slowly rises into the air and creates games color with the others. Hana has since started riconcorrermi with his kite, yelling something not well defined, but I can easily imagine how "I am the tensaaaai Tensai!" And I - laughing - I am finally realize how easy it is to be happy.
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