kagami taiga & himuro tatsuya

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You dreamt of the whistling birds during summer. It rang a bell quite few times throughout your nap, tiptoeing around your head and sparked a tingling sensation which arouse nostalgia: the salt-smelled air, the sizzling sun through the leaves, and both of you were under the lovely palm tree playing with a simple toy. It was simple, indeed, but you were too far to grasp the mechanism behind it. Eventually on the summer festival, your friend explained that the air will enter the tail when the water is being put into the bird's body and there is this oscillation (if you remember it correctly) thing that produces the warbling sound. You knew you did not understand, it was physics after all, which you cannot fathom even until this very day; but it was cool! Physics can be really cool in toys and experiments, even in basketball, you wonder sometimes. You both were perplexed, sparkles glittering your innocent eyes as you both beheld its amazing ability. The whistle came out mellifluously when he inclined it to a certain degree then set it upright and tipped it again. You did not know how long you had been squatting there because you were too immersed in amazement. All you thought just it was a cool toy, back when things were as simple as playing with a clay whistling bird and laughter reverberated your little heart into the warm of childhood-bright and vibrant like that of preceding years of lost-sighted summer in Japan. It was no different though; summer was still summer in Los Angeles and the sun was relentless, burning the skin and piercing your pupils and yet you were both becoming effulgent than the Mr. Sunshine itself.

As his laugh echoed in your chamber of mind, you found yourself dozing off at the couch. It is summer in Tokyo, humid and hot, and the gleam from the even surface of a whistling bird greeted you. It is there on the sofa, in your hold, all along.

The salt smell is still lingering, but it is now on your cheek-running through your face as you wipe it off seconds later.