Real World (Weiss Kreuz - RanKen - G)
Título: Real World
Autora: liz_sumeragi
Series: Weiss Kreuz
Pairing: one-sided Ran/Ken
Rating: G
Warnings: OOC; Em Inglês. Algum dia eu planejo tornar essa fic uma 'saga' mas esse dia não é hoje ^.^;
Summary: E se o sorriso de Ken fosse apenas uma máscara?
I Hate Hospitals. They’re cold. But here I am freezing my ass off from the cold and troubling my mind from thinking of you. It must be the blood loss ‘cause they say that it can make you delirious but somehow I doubt this. You know Ran, I really, really am in love, lust, whatever it is called with you. It’s a good feeling and at the same time the worst I’ve ever felt. I used to believe in friendship, love and all that shit, but then the ‘real world’ (or whatever you wish to call this shit place we live) showed me its fangs and its bite. And oh God, how it hurt me back then when Kase backstabbed me when he said that he was my friend, that he loved me only to take my heart and shatter it leaving its pieces scattered on the floor bleeding and suffering and mourning and trying to heal myself. Alone.
But there’s still a part of me that believe the world is more like a shojo manga with all its flowery sap with the one I love loving me back. But that’s impossible, ‘cause if life really was like that kind of shojo dream than you would be all cute (ok, cuter than you already are) and shyer and blushing only to hear me saying ‘I love you’ then we would kiss and have our fairy tale-like happy end. But there are no such things like this, real world is a bitch that would bite you if you allowed. Bite, steal your heart, break your soul and leave you bleeding like a dog in the streets if you aren’t smart enough to hide behind a mask like you do. Like I do so the ‘real world’ won’t eat me and destroy me again. I don’t believe that you’ll ever love me back ‘cause there's this shit thing stating that two guys being together is wrong. I don’t care about this, but you most probably do. So I can surely say that there’s no such thing like happy ends. We who hide and kill using the night as a cover don’t deserve that. Never will. But at least I can dream about it. About deserving my happy end. Can’t I?
Autora: liz_sumeragi
Series: Weiss Kreuz
Pairing: one-sided Ran/Ken
Rating: G
Warnings: OOC; Em Inglês. Algum dia eu planejo tornar essa fic uma 'saga' mas esse dia não é hoje ^.^;
Summary: E se o sorriso de Ken fosse apenas uma máscara?
I Hate Hospitals. They’re cold. But here I am freezing my ass off from the cold and troubling my mind from thinking of you. It must be the blood loss ‘cause they say that it can make you delirious but somehow I doubt this. You know Ran, I really, really am in love, lust, whatever it is called with you. It’s a good feeling and at the same time the worst I’ve ever felt. I used to believe in friendship, love and all that shit, but then the ‘real world’ (or whatever you wish to call this shit place we live) showed me its fangs and its bite. And oh God, how it hurt me back then when Kase backstabbed me when he said that he was my friend, that he loved me only to take my heart and shatter it leaving its pieces scattered on the floor bleeding and suffering and mourning and trying to heal myself. Alone.
But there’s still a part of me that believe the world is more like a shojo manga with all its flowery sap with the one I love loving me back. But that’s impossible, ‘cause if life really was like that kind of shojo dream than you would be all cute (ok, cuter than you already are) and shyer and blushing only to hear me saying ‘I love you’ then we would kiss and have our fairy tale-like happy end. But there are no such things like this, real world is a bitch that would bite you if you allowed. Bite, steal your heart, break your soul and leave you bleeding like a dog in the streets if you aren’t smart enough to hide behind a mask like you do. Like I do so the ‘real world’ won’t eat me and destroy me again. I don’t believe that you’ll ever love me back ‘cause there's this shit thing stating that two guys being together is wrong. I don’t care about this, but you most probably do. So I can surely say that there’s no such thing like happy ends. We who hide and kill using the night as a cover don’t deserve that. Never will. But at least I can dream about it. About deserving my happy end. Can’t I?