Kyle/Hideki. A beautiful day.
Apr. 12th, 2007 03:14 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
actionreactionDay 12 of 31_days. Considering weather-wise this was the shittiest day of April so far, I'm stunned I actually wasn't slain by irony and wrote this anyway.
It was days like this Hideki had a real problem with being under constant guard, hidden away in a safe-house. When spring was begging him to come outside and run or walk, with no intended direction, with no purpose, just to be outside, it was a hard thing to look over at the stern FBI agent who was protecting him and wonder just how to ask if they could go out someplace public.
There were allowances made, of course. Hell, Kyle Curtis had that gun, and knew how to use it if he needed to, right? But that didn’t mean Hideki could – or should – try to wheedle another trip out, should he?
Hideki sat by the window, halfheartedly listening to his mini-disc player, feet twitching and shaking with extra energy, eyeing the blue skies and bright sun that beckoned form the other side of the pane. He was so spaced out it took him a while to realize Kyle had spoken, and that the older man was by the front door, light jacket covering his shoulder holster and an expectant look on his face that clearly asked whether or not Hideki was ready to go.
Not ten minutes later, sunglasses and bright smile on, Hideki was outside, enjoying the beautiful day. And while Kyle face may have been stern as ever, Hideki could see the hint of smile that lurked there.
By the end of the day there had been at least one real smile on that face, and that more than anything else made Hideki’s day.
It was days like this Hideki had a real problem with being under constant guard, hidden away in a safe-house. When spring was begging him to come outside and run or walk, with no intended direction, with no purpose, just to be outside, it was a hard thing to look over at the stern FBI agent who was protecting him and wonder just how to ask if they could go out someplace public.
There were allowances made, of course. Hell, Kyle Curtis had that gun, and knew how to use it if he needed to, right? But that didn’t mean Hideki could – or should – try to wheedle another trip out, should he?
Hideki sat by the window, halfheartedly listening to his mini-disc player, feet twitching and shaking with extra energy, eyeing the blue skies and bright sun that beckoned form the other side of the pane. He was so spaced out it took him a while to realize Kyle had spoken, and that the older man was by the front door, light jacket covering his shoulder holster and an expectant look on his face that clearly asked whether or not Hideki was ready to go.
Not ten minutes later, sunglasses and bright smile on, Hideki was outside, enjoying the beautiful day. And while Kyle face may have been stern as ever, Hideki could see the hint of smile that lurked there.
By the end of the day there had been at least one real smile on that face, and that more than anything else made Hideki’s day.