PRE: This is old. Old, old, old and short. But... I kind of liked the idea. I've been meaning to type this up since autumn 03'. o.O
Sticks and Stones
a vaugely Takouji short
by Cephied Variable
Love is this...
... with a sharp slap across the face and Takuya reels back, clutching his cheek and looking slightly shocked.
"Don't say stupid things." Kouji mutters, massaging his knuckles and staring at the ground darkly. Takuya furrows his brow and lets his hand slip down to his waist, instinctively curling into a fist.
"Stupid things? What the hell are you talking about!?"
"Gee Kanbara. Rewind, repeat."
"I just said that I loved you. It's not a big deal."
Kouji's dark eyes snap up and he just stares, "Not... a big deal?"
Takuya shrugs and rubs his arm a bit, the fist loosening, "Yeah, well. It's not." an he looks away.
So here is Kouji, more than slightly confused, watching Takuya trace lines in the black sand with the toe of his boot and wondering whether to believe the lie in the other boy's quivering words, or the truth in his anxious actions. Kouji suddenly feels cruel and uneven, like the mental image of Izumi crushing another one of Junpei's flowers beneath the sole of her sandal.
But that's different, because right now he doesn't feel like butterflies, but instead his heart is all like a wounded wolf spider shedding it's exoskeleton. An he remembers...
Love is like this...
... Kouji paces in front ofdonation table, beneath the sign reading 'Minamoto Family, This Way'. His cousin, Kenji, babbles on aimlessly about how excited he is to meet the extended family, but Kouji tenses at the mention of his new mother and wonders why he's so disgusted at the idea.
Perhaps it's because he never had a mother. He always just assumed that he'd dropped out of the sky, or something to that effect. Or perhaps it was that faint knowledge that he did have a mother, though he'd never met her. And maybe, just maybe, he felt jilted and somehow cheated because of this. Because he feels as if he's something- a big, empty and important something.
So we return to the issue of Takuya Kanbara, slightly teared up an humiliated over his spur-of-the-moment confession an Kouji wonders whether his brief admiration for Takuya's courageous spirit, or the leap his heart makes when the boy looks at him, is really love... or just that empty spot in his soul settling for second best.
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POST: Yey. 85 fics!
- Jenn, 14/05/04 10:30PM
Sticks and Stones
a vaugely Takouji short
by Cephied Variable
Love is this...
... with a sharp slap across the face and Takuya reels back, clutching his cheek and looking slightly shocked.
"Don't say stupid things." Kouji mutters, massaging his knuckles and staring at the ground darkly. Takuya furrows his brow and lets his hand slip down to his waist, instinctively curling into a fist.
"Stupid things? What the hell are you talking about!?"
"Gee Kanbara. Rewind, repeat."
"I just said that I loved you. It's not a big deal."
Kouji's dark eyes snap up and he just stares, "Not... a big deal?"
Takuya shrugs and rubs his arm a bit, the fist loosening, "Yeah, well. It's not." an he looks away.
So here is Kouji, more than slightly confused, watching Takuya trace lines in the black sand with the toe of his boot and wondering whether to believe the lie in the other boy's quivering words, or the truth in his anxious actions. Kouji suddenly feels cruel and uneven, like the mental image of Izumi crushing another one of Junpei's flowers beneath the sole of her sandal.
But that's different, because right now he doesn't feel like butterflies, but instead his heart is all like a wounded wolf spider shedding it's exoskeleton. An he remembers...
Love is like this...
... Kouji paces in front ofdonation table, beneath the sign reading 'Minamoto Family, This Way'. His cousin, Kenji, babbles on aimlessly about how excited he is to meet the extended family, but Kouji tenses at the mention of his new mother and wonders why he's so disgusted at the idea.
Perhaps it's because he never had a mother. He always just assumed that he'd dropped out of the sky, or something to that effect. Or perhaps it was that faint knowledge that he did have a mother, though he'd never met her. And maybe, just maybe, he felt jilted and somehow cheated because of this. Because he feels as if he's something- a big, empty and important something.
So we return to the issue of Takuya Kanbara, slightly teared up an humiliated over his spur-of-the-moment confession an Kouji wonders whether his brief admiration for Takuya's courageous spirit, or the leap his heart makes when the boy looks at him, is really love... or just that empty spot in his soul settling for second best.
f i n
POST: Yey. 85 fics!
- Jenn, 14/05/04 10:30PM