commentfic roundup, the ides of june

[wellownedbkup]

nathan's ill at ease amongst the japanese, despite hiro's assurances that there's nothing to worry about. hiro is, after all, his right hand man at these things, smoothing over the language and culture barrier in a way that no petrelli ever has.

it's just that there's this itchy feeling in his bones that comes when he's been grounded too long. tokyo's too small for nathan to shoot off into the sky and "spread his wings", for lack of a better word. he wants to fly and feel the air in his face. and he thinks that maybe the Inoue group can see it written on his face, in his stance. can see that he wants to leave and deal with the pleasantries some other time.

but hiro. hiro understands in more ways than one. takes hold of nathan by his sleeve for a moment so that time stops all around them and then he sighs.

"half an hour."

nathan smiles and hugs hiro tight. "back in a flash."

the night air above the lights of tokyo is like water for his soul.

...



nathan envies peter's ability to float. it must be their personalities that govern their abilities as well, he figures, considering how he's always been the one to steam ahead, the go-getter. the ambitious one in life. whereas peter, the dreamer, can keep up but chooses instead to lay on his back and hover, the ocean crashing beneath them and the stars above their heads.

nathan's been shooting like a rocket through the sky and he's never been able to take the time to see the sights along the way, when there's no one below to marvel at these two men in the sky, no wings, just an ability to fly. nathan feels like a shark does, always having to be in motion and unable to just coast and see. he's afraid to stop for fear that he'll sink like a stone.

"don't think so hard, nathan." peter's voice sounds like it's a mile away and it's only when he figures he's roughly above him that nathan even thinks to just... stop rushing. he stops, and plummets until he makes contact with bone and flesh. panicked, he can't seem to turn on his ability...

but it's alright, they've stopped dropping and peter's holding them both up, flat on their backs.

"just relax, big brother. leave the driving to me."