Fic: Thoughts [Karen/Yuuto, X/1999]
This is another old, lost-in-archives fic which I originally did after reading X/1999 volume 9-13 which carneaglariel kindly lent to me; my very first X fanfiction. ^^ Also features my secret favorite-OTP in the series which, unfortunately, isn't supported by canon.(Why yes, I am practising the Triple-S theory, why do you ask?)
Anyway, posted if just to take a break from all the POT fics I've been writing recently. =) Also, characterization or no, I was very fond of this fic; still am, actually.
Karen, Yuuto (somewhat) and contemplation.
Thoughts
She muses over yesterday as she sips at her cup of tea, her eyes wandering through the aromatic steam into the past. Her fingers curl around the slim handle even as she sees him before her in her mind. His smile teases her as the warm drink flows down the back of her throat, and she puts the cup down, all too aware of the memories conjured up by the liquidity of the tea.
Thinking back on their encounter, she muses that their fight was almost a dance, and she had been granted a graceful partner. Their almost casual banter had been stimulating and when their powers had clashed, she had never felt more alive.
It has been a while since any man had awoken such feelings in her. What a shame that some things just aren’t meant to be.
He is a Dragon of Earth as surely as she is a Dragon of Heaven. Forever destined to be on the opposite sides of the battlefield.
The chair creaks slightly as she gets up and goes over to the window, looking out over Tokyo, knowing that for her sake, she would sacrifice every thing else that this world could offer. Even love.
Still she wonders; what is it that draws her to him? She had seen many other blond haired men before throughout her life and others with the same build, even some with more spectacular eyes than his.
Perhaps it is that glint in his eyes, or that steely determination in his every move that belied his light-hearted attitude. Or that fierce intent whenever he lashes out, confidence emanating from him like an aura of self-purpose.
She pulls open the window, shivering slightly as a breeze wafts over her bare shoulders. Her lips curl into a wry smile.
Perhaps it is time she updated her saying. Not only are all the best men gay or married, they are also enemies you are meant to kill.
But until that time for confrontation comes again, she will remember him, if only as a part of her past in her future.
A resounding boom reverberates through the still air, slicing through her thoughts and catching her attention. As she watches, explosion after explosion shatters the quiet of the night, flashing in the dark like jewels in the night. A large wave coalesces, hovers for a moment over the catastrophe before arching back amongst the destruction.
And she smiles, albeit reluctantly. For it was an invitation from him, she knows, inviting her to join him in this latest dance of death, requesting her as his partner as she had asked him to do yesterday.
The tea will be cold by the time she returns, but as she leaps from the window into the chaos, she knows that there are more important things than tea.
It would wait just fine.
owari
Anyway, posted if just to take a break from all the POT fics I've been writing recently. =) Also, characterization or no, I was very fond of this fic; still am, actually.
Karen, Yuuto (somewhat) and contemplation.
Thoughts
She muses over yesterday as she sips at her cup of tea, her eyes wandering through the aromatic steam into the past. Her fingers curl around the slim handle even as she sees him before her in her mind. His smile teases her as the warm drink flows down the back of her throat, and she puts the cup down, all too aware of the memories conjured up by the liquidity of the tea.
Thinking back on their encounter, she muses that their fight was almost a dance, and she had been granted a graceful partner. Their almost casual banter had been stimulating and when their powers had clashed, she had never felt more alive.
It has been a while since any man had awoken such feelings in her. What a shame that some things just aren’t meant to be.
He is a Dragon of Earth as surely as she is a Dragon of Heaven. Forever destined to be on the opposite sides of the battlefield.
The chair creaks slightly as she gets up and goes over to the window, looking out over Tokyo, knowing that for her sake, she would sacrifice every thing else that this world could offer. Even love.
Still she wonders; what is it that draws her to him? She had seen many other blond haired men before throughout her life and others with the same build, even some with more spectacular eyes than his.
Perhaps it is that glint in his eyes, or that steely determination in his every move that belied his light-hearted attitude. Or that fierce intent whenever he lashes out, confidence emanating from him like an aura of self-purpose.
She pulls open the window, shivering slightly as a breeze wafts over her bare shoulders. Her lips curl into a wry smile.
Perhaps it is time she updated her saying. Not only are all the best men gay or married, they are also enemies you are meant to kill.
But until that time for confrontation comes again, she will remember him, if only as a part of her past in her future.
A resounding boom reverberates through the still air, slicing through her thoughts and catching her attention. As she watches, explosion after explosion shatters the quiet of the night, flashing in the dark like jewels in the night. A large wave coalesces, hovers for a moment over the catastrophe before arching back amongst the destruction.
And she smiles, albeit reluctantly. For it was an invitation from him, she knows, inviting her to join him in this latest dance of death, requesting her as his partner as she had asked him to do yesterday.
The tea will be cold by the time she returns, but as she leaps from the window into the chaos, she knows that there are more important things than tea.
It would wait just fine.
owari