Jun 08, 2006 17:08
Well! I haven't updated in a really long time... New York was fun-- all we did really was go to shows. My kind of fun. But anyway! Do I have any fic stuff?
...not really.
I've been reading more fics lately, and I'm kind of ashamed of myself. My work is so frivolous sometimes. I-- no joke-- write just about a WHOLE chapter, scan over it with half an eye and then post it. I really put so little work into my stories compared to some of the more dedicated authors. I think my fics could be so much better if I'd just spend time on them and not be so obsessed with getting chapters up. I LOVE writing, and I really enjoy coming up with ideas for the stories, but... I never take time to sort through all the ideas and then I also never take the time to revise. Take "ICOE" for example-- I've written that QUICKLY because I... well, I write it quickly. And then I post it. I've got three other Seto/Anzu ideas in my head, and I'm really going to try to get those worked out before I start posting them. I don't have anything written for any of them, so I'll try to make an outline and stuff. Who knows how that'll turn out...
Anyway! That's all. Oh! But here's a little Seto/Anzu thing that I wrote that I never finished or anything. I might polish it and post it later-- who knows? Anyway, yeah. Here goes!
There was something beautiful about the way she smiled.
Sitting in his desk at school, the teacher droning on in front of him, he allowed himself the luxury of watching her. She shone; like a diamond she sat bright and beautiful among the mediocrity of their classmates. He would let himself glance once, then again, then yet again as he diligently ignored the assignment given and she diligently strove for the proper answers. It was one of the few guilty pleasures he let himself enjoy.
It was hard for him to ignore her. He insulted her friends easily enough, but when he saw her standing there as determined as ever he had to use all of his self-control to keep from staring. She was so lovely. And even as he smirked and fed the mutt of the group another worn, meaningless line, trading insults like they were nothing, his attention was almost entirely on her. She really was lovely.
Anzu Mazaki may have been one of his greatest rival’s greatest friends (and there was always schoolroom conjecture that they were more than friends), but that didn’t deter him at all. No, it only made him want her more. She was the one girl that he wasn’t supposed to have, the girl that didn’t want him. He had never really noticed or paid attention to the steady stream of feminine flattery he received, but he suddenly began to wonder why she had never been one of the number. Was he not rich enough? Not handsome enough? Not renowned enough for her? Those thoughts unsettled him- as he did not like to think of himself as lacking- but the answer was clear enough. Because of her involvement with said rival, he had always treated her like a second class nobody; at first he hadn’t even taken the time to learn her name.
That changed, however. There was no longer a day that went by in which she wasn’t on his mind. At school, she taunted him; at home, she haunted him. Everywhere- her shadow, her shape, her very spirit seemed to follow him. It was maddening. He refused to give in. Yes, she was lovely, she was exquisite, she was the very vision of perfection, but... But he did not have time. He knew she would reject any advance he might try to make, so he took upon himself to make sure that he was never tempted to make such an advance.
At first, he hadn’t understood. He hadn’t been able to comprehend his sudden fascination with her. Why did she always catch his eye? Why did she seem to glow? Why did his thoughts always return to focus on her? It was infuriating. It was maddening! He didn’t want to have her always in his head. What had happened? Why did she suddenly become so interesting? Had she changed somehow? Or had he just noticed something that had been there all along? She was the same girl he had always known. Except she was more, too- more than he had ever expected.
He wouldn’t dare act on his attraction, but that doesn’t mean that he could deny it. He wanted her. He wasn’t even sure what he wanted or why he wanted it but he knew- somewhere, somehow he knew- that she was the only one who possessed. Whatever “it” was that made him want to weep with need.
***Alrighty, that's all!
ILB out.
^_^
azureshipping,
one-shot,
yugioh,
written mid-06,
romance,
life