and so it is just like you said it would be
ETA: Yeah, this was supposed to be on 07.07.07, but that didn't quite happen.
You know, what I wanted to post here today was a picture, a picture of Kurosagi and Tsurara on their wedding day. Because yes, he's messed up, obsessed with revenge to the exclusion of almost everything else, and she desperately wants to save him from himself, and damn it, those two crazy kids are in love with each other, even if Kurosaki would rather cut out his own tongue then admit to it, and Tsurara has sleepless nights over words she should have/shouldn't have said, and they're not conventional in any sense - but I can't help but think that despite all of that, Kurosaki's got a traditional streak running through him a mile long and sooner or later, he'd ask The Question.
And since today has been dubbed unofficially The One Day where (nearly) everyone gets married because of the lucky connotations, I thought, how perfect. Tsurara would be wearing a red cheongsam (because occasionally I like to give a shout out to my Chinese roots) with the gold phoenix (ooooo symbolism. Also, really pretty - I love wedding cheongsams.) and Kurosaki would be wearing his standard black, except he would have a red tie that matched Tsurara's cheongsam. And they would be hugging each other, REAL HUGGING and not pseudo barely touching enough to drive the ANGST FACTOR through the roof, and Tsurara would be looking over her shoulder and smiling, and Kurosaki's chin would be resting on top of her head and he would have his eyes closed and there would just be this peaceful look on his face, and now I am incoherent to the point of tears, because my drawing ability has degenerated to nil and I can SEE THIS IN MY HEAD. And it's so frustating that I can't make the image in my head correspond to the lines on the paper!
Never mind the 'entirely too emotionally invested in fake people and their fake epic love' dilemna - hell, I still carry a torch for Laurie/Jo from Little Women, and we all know how that turned out.
So I couldn't do my picture on today's date. But then, Kurosaki doesn't believe in luck.
So I wrote a little scenario for their (fake) wedding day.
Yeah, I know. Just go with it.
Title: After 1/1
Disclaimer: Kurosagi not mine. I would decrease the angst by half and interject with making out by over 100%, for starters.
Note: The rest of Kurosaki's life.
He used to think that the skills he acquired (network infiltration, safe cracking, the proper way to draw up a legally binding contract) were merely means to an end. Get Mikimoto, and then.....
He hadn't thought that far. Death, jail - these were all fleeting options. As long as Mikimoto got what he deserved, he hadn't cared about what happened after.
That was before, though.
Before her.
Tsurara - he had stopped calling her Yoshida after their first kiss (she had been arguing with him about a finer point of international export law, her cheeks flushed and her voice getting progressively louder) when he had interrupted her with his mouth against hers. She had surprised him by pulling him closer.
When they broke apart, she was smiling. "I always wanted to do that."
Not for the last time, Tsurara leaves him speechless.
Afterwards, there are long discussions about what this means (Tsurara does most of the talking) and he listens attentively, and nods appropriately when she pauses for breath. Mostly, he just looks at her.
He thinks he's memorized all of her expressions by heart, but then she'll smile at him, or tuck a sheath of hair behind her ear while she's concentrating on a brief, and he has to mentally adjust. It's almost like when he profiles a mark, but instead of coolly analyzing for faults and weaknesses, he adores her. The way her hair naturally parts to the right, falling into a smooth curve right beneath her jaw - or the way her lashes flutter just before she yawns.
He wants to be able to keep on looking, for as long as she allows him to.
Months later, when they've settled the matter of their apartments - "Mine's bigger. Of course you'll move in here." and who the cat loves more - Tsurara wins that one easily, and after a quiet afternoon where Tsurara carefully kneels and places a bouquet of flowers in front of a shrine and solemnly promises to look after him, Kurosaki makes an appointment with a respected jeweler.
It is purely for research purposes, he tells himself. Tsurara doesn't care about that kind of thing.
Kurosaki has always been good at telling lies.
These are the truths that Kurosaki believes in: all men are not equal, people lie, and life is not about what's fair.
These are the truths that Kurosaki knows: Yoshikawa Tsurara loves him unreservedly (he thinks sometimes, undeservedly), and without fear. He loves her entirely and in complete awe. What he can't say in words, he expresses in his actions - a soft kiss placed on the curve of a cheek, the width of her wrist, his fingers trailing against her neck. He traces the word 'love' on her shoulders when she's asleep and curled up next to him in their bed.
It takes him seven months to ask her to marry him, and another seven passes before she finally agrees.
Before, he used to take photographs to document questionable activity, of capturing blame and suspicion in stilled time.
Now when he peers through the viewfinder, he frames Tsurara laughing, her head tilted back as the priest says something witty.
Another frame, and she's looking at him again, eyes bright with laughter and promise. She beckons him over.
"Come on, the priest says he'll take our picture!"
He hands over the camera to the pompadoured, rhinestone encrusted priest - "Thank y'very much, sir" and steps back, his arm entwined with Tsurara's. She presses his cheek against his and whispers, "Elvis says we're going to have a long and fruitful marriage. I think he's right."
Kurosaki is laughing when the flash goes off.
You know, what I wanted to post here today was a picture, a picture of Kurosagi and Tsurara on their wedding day. Because yes, he's messed up, obsessed with revenge to the exclusion of almost everything else, and she desperately wants to save him from himself, and damn it, those two crazy kids are in love with each other, even if Kurosaki would rather cut out his own tongue then admit to it, and Tsurara has sleepless nights over words she should have/shouldn't have said, and they're not conventional in any sense - but I can't help but think that despite all of that, Kurosaki's got a traditional streak running through him a mile long and sooner or later, he'd ask The Question.
And since today has been dubbed unofficially The One Day where (nearly) everyone gets married because of the lucky connotations, I thought, how perfect. Tsurara would be wearing a red cheongsam (because occasionally I like to give a shout out to my Chinese roots) with the gold phoenix (ooooo symbolism. Also, really pretty - I love wedding cheongsams.) and Kurosaki would be wearing his standard black, except he would have a red tie that matched Tsurara's cheongsam. And they would be hugging each other, REAL HUGGING and not pseudo barely touching enough to drive the ANGST FACTOR through the roof, and Tsurara would be looking over her shoulder and smiling, and Kurosaki's chin would be resting on top of her head and he would have his eyes closed and there would just be this peaceful look on his face, and now I am incoherent to the point of tears, because my drawing ability has degenerated to nil and I can SEE THIS IN MY HEAD. And it's so frustating that I can't make the image in my head correspond to the lines on the paper!
Never mind the 'entirely too emotionally invested in fake people and their fake epic love' dilemna - hell, I still carry a torch for Laurie/Jo from Little Women, and we all know how that turned out.
So I couldn't do my picture on today's date. But then, Kurosaki doesn't believe in luck.
So I wrote a little scenario for their (fake) wedding day.
Yeah, I know. Just go with it.
Title: After 1/1
Disclaimer: Kurosagi not mine. I would decrease the angst by half and interject with making out by over 100%, for starters.
Note: The rest of Kurosaki's life.
He used to think that the skills he acquired (network infiltration, safe cracking, the proper way to draw up a legally binding contract) were merely means to an end. Get Mikimoto, and then.....
He hadn't thought that far. Death, jail - these were all fleeting options. As long as Mikimoto got what he deserved, he hadn't cared about what happened after.
That was before, though.
Before her.
Tsurara - he had stopped calling her Yoshida after their first kiss (she had been arguing with him about a finer point of international export law, her cheeks flushed and her voice getting progressively louder) when he had interrupted her with his mouth against hers. She had surprised him by pulling him closer.
When they broke apart, she was smiling. "I always wanted to do that."
Not for the last time, Tsurara leaves him speechless.
Afterwards, there are long discussions about what this means (Tsurara does most of the talking) and he listens attentively, and nods appropriately when she pauses for breath. Mostly, he just looks at her.
He thinks he's memorized all of her expressions by heart, but then she'll smile at him, or tuck a sheath of hair behind her ear while she's concentrating on a brief, and he has to mentally adjust. It's almost like when he profiles a mark, but instead of coolly analyzing for faults and weaknesses, he adores her. The way her hair naturally parts to the right, falling into a smooth curve right beneath her jaw - or the way her lashes flutter just before she yawns.
He wants to be able to keep on looking, for as long as she allows him to.
Months later, when they've settled the matter of their apartments - "Mine's bigger. Of course you'll move in here." and who the cat loves more - Tsurara wins that one easily, and after a quiet afternoon where Tsurara carefully kneels and places a bouquet of flowers in front of a shrine and solemnly promises to look after him, Kurosaki makes an appointment with a respected jeweler.
It is purely for research purposes, he tells himself. Tsurara doesn't care about that kind of thing.
Kurosaki has always been good at telling lies.
These are the truths that Kurosaki believes in: all men are not equal, people lie, and life is not about what's fair.
These are the truths that Kurosaki knows: Yoshikawa Tsurara loves him unreservedly (he thinks sometimes, undeservedly), and without fear. He loves her entirely and in complete awe. What he can't say in words, he expresses in his actions - a soft kiss placed on the curve of a cheek, the width of her wrist, his fingers trailing against her neck. He traces the word 'love' on her shoulders when she's asleep and curled up next to him in their bed.
It takes him seven months to ask her to marry him, and another seven passes before she finally agrees.
Before, he used to take photographs to document questionable activity, of capturing blame and suspicion in stilled time.
Now when he peers through the viewfinder, he frames Tsurara laughing, her head tilted back as the priest says something witty.
Another frame, and she's looking at him again, eyes bright with laughter and promise. She beckons him over.
"Come on, the priest says he'll take our picture!"
He hands over the camera to the pompadoured, rhinestone encrusted priest - "Thank y'very much, sir" and steps back, his arm entwined with Tsurara's. She presses his cheek against his and whispers, "Elvis says we're going to have a long and fruitful marriage. I think he's right."
Kurosaki is laughing when the flash goes off.