My first DRRR! Thing… and I don't like it.

Tunes: Taion – The GazettE

The two of them sat there, a cold winters breeze tugging at their hair, biting their pink cheeks, playing around them as if to say 'Why so serious?'

The two of them sat there, on a cold bench in a playground that has never known children's laughter. They sat there, still and mute, wrapped in the enormity of all the sugar-sweetened lies that had fallen between them, creating wall. They sat here, still and mute, wrapped in the significance of taking down that wall and taking that one step closer to each other.

They sat there, and the masses of grey nameless people hurried away.

'Words,' she then decided, 'are the greatest force in the world.'

She could feel the wave of words waiting to burst out from inside her, she could feel them banging on the insides of her mouth, hammering on her tongue and teeth; impatient, irritated. She could feel the words, all she ever said and all she never said.

'Words,' she then decided 'are the greatest burden in the world'

They hung on her shoulders, echoed around her head pounding and rattling, they drop honey-covered lies into her ear, telling her all that she wanted to hear, they beat against her ribs, they poisoned her blood; impatient, irritated. She could feel the words killing her and reviving her

'Words,' she then decided 'are the greatest weapon in the world'

They shred and tore at her heart; they danced on her decaying bones. They gouged out eyes unwilling to see reality, they tear at the false smiles hiding distorted personalities; impatient, irritated. She could feel the words crushing him and biting him.

'Words,' she then decided 'are the greatest comfort in the world'

She could feel them beating against him accompanying his heartbeat, they soothed his fluttering thoughts imagining the what-ifs and could-bes. They could mend their hearts and stitch back the relationship they once had; no longer impatient, irritated. She could feel the words healing him and consoling him.

'Mikado?' Anri asked, careful, unsure, still raw and overwhelmed by the words that had fallen in-between them

Mikado said nothing; he merely took her hand and smiled.

The two of them sat there, a cold winter's breeze tugging at their hair, biting their frost-bitten cheeks, playing around them, demanding their attention.

The two of them sat there, on a cold bench in a playground that now knew of smiles. They sat there, wrapped in the enormity of the fact that they had taken that one step closer. They sat there, still and mute, hand in hand, wrapped in the significance of the others presence.

They sat there, and the multi-colored people hurried time away.

I am not impressed.

Tunes: Nausea and Shudder – the GazettE