Ouran: Dredging Up the Past
Written for ouran_contest's "Try" theme.
This one's another about Yuzuru and Anne-Sophie, because they are fun to write about.
The least he can do is try, he reminds himself. They have spoken on the phone dozens of times since the time he first came back to Japan, but they have not come into contact since that day, have not touched, and he has not seen the trusting circles of her eyes, lovely when not ringed in makeup, as they glitter at the sight of him. So of course, understandably he is nervous. His hands shake, his breath comes shallow, and he wonders when in the world a woman could make him feel this way. In the Tonnerre household, he opens the door to the servants’ quarters, and the instant he sees her, the years melt away.
“Yuzuru…” she sits by the window, and as he enters, she stands quickly. “You… you should have called first!” he can tell that she is as surprised by his visit as he himself is, and he smiles, amused by how flustered she seems.
“But that just would have spoiled the fun, right?” he winks, and is unsurprised when she doesn’t melt. She has always been different from other girls, and he had had no delusions that this would change over the years. In fact, it was this fact that made him feel irresistibly forced to come to France after so much time. He was counting on it.
“You just like startling me like this, don’t you?” she asks, but she is moving over to him already, and he smiles, taking her hands. “Why did you come all this way without calling me?”
“Miss Grantaine,” he began in a jokingly dignified manner. “I’ve made it clear to my mother that I’m not going to give up on this. So, if it wouldn’t be terribly too much trouble… I would like us to give it one more try.”
This one's another about Yuzuru and Anne-Sophie, because they are fun to write about.
The least he can do is try, he reminds himself. They have spoken on the phone dozens of times since the time he first came back to Japan, but they have not come into contact since that day, have not touched, and he has not seen the trusting circles of her eyes, lovely when not ringed in makeup, as they glitter at the sight of him. So of course, understandably he is nervous. His hands shake, his breath comes shallow, and he wonders when in the world a woman could make him feel this way. In the Tonnerre household, he opens the door to the servants’ quarters, and the instant he sees her, the years melt away.
“Yuzuru…” she sits by the window, and as he enters, she stands quickly. “You… you should have called first!” he can tell that she is as surprised by his visit as he himself is, and he smiles, amused by how flustered she seems.
“But that just would have spoiled the fun, right?” he winks, and is unsurprised when she doesn’t melt. She has always been different from other girls, and he had had no delusions that this would change over the years. In fact, it was this fact that made him feel irresistibly forced to come to France after so much time. He was counting on it.
“You just like startling me like this, don’t you?” she asks, but she is moving over to him already, and he smiles, taking her hands. “Why did you come all this way without calling me?”
“Miss Grantaine,” he began in a jokingly dignified manner. “I’ve made it clear to my mother that I’m not going to give up on this. So, if it wouldn’t be terribly too much trouble… I would like us to give it one more try.”