Flyte Time

Flyte Time*

Summary: Raphael packs up and leaves for his love
Disclaimer: I do not own Yu-gi-oh. If I did…*begins to laugh evilly*
Warning: Awww.


I’m probably going to need towels… I decide as I pack yet another bag. The plane leaves around one and as I look at the clock I find that I still have another hour before “Dad’s” private jet leaves.

I look around the room I’ve lived in for far too long and see the signs of someone else’s influence. The deep greens and rich leather are not colors I would have chosen for myself. The hard, black sterility of the entertainment center, the pristine Romanesque marble of the bathroom are things that speak to a power I don’t want or have.

It’s truly time to leave and I’m glad. I’m going to a place where I can live for the first time in my life.

I stop packing and reach into my wallet to take out a small picture. The sunny beach seen welcomes me with open arms and suddenly, all I can think of is the promise of you.

I flop back on my too large bed, thinking of all the lonely nights I’d spent in it with girls who were more illusionary than real. I think of the one boy I let in this room only to lose my courage in the end.

A chuckle escapes my lips and I ruffle my blond hair. At least Dartz has a boyfriend now…

I sigh and sit back up, slipping your photo back in my wallet. I’ll be there soon enough. For now, I can let my mind run over the memory of you so it won’t be offended when your true presence takes it over.

I fold up another polo shirt and frown. I was definitely going to have to go shopping.

When I first met you, I didn’t know what to think. I said to myself, why are you talking to me? Wouldn’t you rather talk to one of these rich assholes about stocks or business ventures? But no, you talked to me, and we talked about everything under the sun.

When I first met you, I decided you had a nice smile. The kind that was open and full of real joy. It reached your eye. The other one you told me, hadn’t been the same since the “accident” and we shared a laugh until you told me the truth of it. In the silence that followed, you still smiled. A genuine smile that let your heart come through into my own.

When I first met you, I shook your hand. We both gave startled looks because we felt the tremors of the earth between us. And then you left me.

When you first left me, I decided it was alright. That it didn’t matter. A passing conversation between two men in the loneliness of a party. I would never see you again. You were forgettable. But I didn’t forget.

When you first left me, you called soon after. And again we talked. I could hear your smile through the phone and the glitter of your golden eyes as you told me yet another corny joke, the kind we both like. And as I hung up the phone, I decided that this was merely another moment of the night time, never to happen again. However, it wasn’t forgettable. And as the next few calls came, it became harder to even try.

I was confused, angry, lonely, hurt. I was listening to another’s bitterness, listening to another’s pain and let it become my own. As I tried to deny you, I felt my heart withering. I observed another’s blossoming love and decided it would become my own.

When I next met you, I hurt you. I hurt myself. We stared at each other with pain filled eyes, lying to each other’s faces. We walked away, the wind cutting at our faces and hearts, hoping to erase our feelings. It didn’t work.

When I next met you, again I was hurt. What did I expect? A change of plans? Maybe a courageous love confession? I let you go and walked again into the wind. It pulled at the tears on my face, telling me to turn around. I ignored it and tried to bury my heart. It didn’t work.

I had to get to you that night. I had to tell you how I felt. The wind was in my face, my enemy that night, the snow cutting at my cheeks as I slipped and slid in the snow. When I thought you had already gone, I was ready to end it. But there you were. With coffee and that smile…

As I drive to the airport, I can’t remember for the life of me what we talked about. All I remember is staying up all night with you and drinking coffee like there was no tomorrow, laughing as we read comics together.

My father keeps trying to call the in car phone and I ignore him. I’m done listening to him. I decided that night, when I came home full of caffeine, your voice the only thing in my mind even as he yelled at me. I want to hear that voice again, let it fill up the space inside me until I can’t block you out.

I park and of course there are people there to handle my bags.

“Wow! You sure packed a lot Master Raphael. Long trip?”

I smiled, blocking the June sun from my eyes. “Yeah, you could say. I’m going extended vacation!”

The man smiled, hauling my bags as I followed him with anxious steps. There was the plane, some of my bags already being loaded into it, the stairs extending down to meet me.

I got on the plane without a glance backwards and settled into my window seat, ready to fly across the great blue ocean to you.


When I awoke, I felt the sun heated side of my cheek and yawned. I’d missed the ocean, the break of the plane into the cloud, and the landing, but I sure did have a nice dream.

Stretching I stepped of the plane, tropic sun shine blinding me. I made a face and shoved on my shades and walked over to the waiting car.

This time, when I met you, in your smile I saw the glory of the new day…and your pineapple yellow Hawaiian shirt. There was a gentle breeze, not the cutting winds of broken romance and I knew I’d never have to leave you again.

“I had a wonderful time getting here!”

You smiled, offering me an umbrella’d drink. “Tell me about it."


OWARI!

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*Courtesy of Soul’d Out
*yay! They’re finally together! I have a few more hours so I’ll try to start the summer fic….
*Maybe they should all go to the beach?