Music To His Ears

In. Out.

Steady

In. Out.

Even.

In.

Deep...

Out.

...and comforting.

Base.

Something so common, found in any and everyone, every single say... confounds him.

A breath

The base...

Two.

Of a song

Then four.

-a lullaby.

Drums.

All in chorus with a beat,

thump-thump, thump-thump, thump-thump

So alive.

Thump-thump

A guitar.

Thump-thump

No, second thought.

Thump-thump

A drum. A rhythmic drum that adds to his song.

Thump-thump

So many little things- simple things- corresponding together to create something so complex.

In. thump-thump. Out.

A life.

In. Thump-thump. Out.

Guitar.

The guitar in his ears are her incoherent little murmurs and mumbles, escaping from her dreams into reality.

In. Thump-thump. Out.

Soft.

In. Thump-thump, Out.

With the potential to be the exact opposite, as she is when a spark gleams in her eye.

In. Thump-thump. Out. Mumbles.

Performance.

Her show, her dance.

In. Thump-thump. Out. Mumbles.

That small movement of her mouth to a smile, changing sides, to the curling of her toes beside his cold feet under their warm blankets.

Ruffle. In. Thump-thump. Out. Mumbles.

Karin.

She is a show all her own, an instrument not even beginning to reach it's full potential playing music that will never end, or not astound him.

Because it's a living breathing thing, whatever this feeling is, just as she is. Growing and changing as times stretches on behind them. An instrument that molds to his arms, made specially.

Ruffle. In. Thump-thump. Out. Mumbles.

She is his beautiful melody, he decides after not being able to tear his eyes away from her sleeping figure, sharing his- their? pillow. Although, he'll never say it aloud.

Toushiro values his life of course.

But his previous thoughts seem to waver as she stirs.

Ruffle. In. Thump-thump. Out. Mumbles.

The sun rays decide to peek through the soft curtains and illuminate a sleepy face, eyes squinting from the bright light. He covers the sun with the curtains once again, but it still lights the room.

Usual deep blue eyes are hazy from the awakening, and are a shaded murky steel gray, hidden behind run away locks of her inky hair that now brush her shoulders donned by a large simple white shirt. A smile is on her porcelain

She again lays her head down to the pillow and wraps her arms around him to bring him close. His hair mixes with hers. So familiar, he can't help but think while his cold feet entangle with her warm ones. He can hear her heart beat and steady breathing, her smiles yet to leave while she nudges closer to him.

Rustle. In. Thump-thump. Out. Mumbles.

A song in his ears, molding to him. Or was he to her?

She was no instrument, he decided finally in truth. She is the musician, and he is the instrument.

Ruffle. In. Thump-thump. Out. Mumbles.

She plays his beautiful melody, the song that she is alive, right there with him as she brings the best from him: a smile not so rare to her and warmth to his feet under warm blankets, on shared pillows.

She is alive, and so he can sleep peacefully at night.

This is so cheesy ._.' but I hope you like the fluff!... if that's what you can call it?
Wrote this really fast and the idea came to me while I was half asleep. I know it's different from how I normally write, but I thought I'd give it a shot^^

I don't have a Beta, so I'm sorry for any spelling/grammar mistakes!

Review? :D

-NanaGoes (:b)