ShizNat, I Return To You!
Meh. I shall do Negima shtuff as soon as I finish that damn Golden Sun chapter. -_-;
Title: Two Plus Two Equals Five
Summary: "They met in the flower garden, and they left with something a little lighter in their hearts. Their story has a happy ending." ShizNat and their life.
Rating:PG-13?
Two Plus Two Equals Five
Eh, I'd consider this fluff.
Natsuki
1.
Natsuki was five when her mother drove off the railing in a desperate attempt to escape the First District. She remembered wailing and burying her tear-soaked face in Duran's shaggy fur, as if the giant dog who was bigger than her could protect her from everything she would ever have to face.
She doesn't remember the falling, or the dream-like dying, but that's alright, because it doesn't really matter anymore. She may not have a giant sandy dog to protect her, but she has something so much more important.
2.
Shizuru tastes like cherry blossoms.
Or maybe it's the delicate petals that float among them, entangling themselves in Shizuru's long strands of brown hair and tickling Natsuki's nose until she sneezes, china-smooth face scrunching up. Shizuru laughs, a genuine happy chuckle that bubbles out of her and brings blushes to Natsuki's face, until she's silenced with another kiss.
Shizuru isn't everything that Natsuki wants, in fact she really isn't anything Natsuki wants, but that's a good thing, because Natsuki doesn't want anything of hers, only to be with her.
Shizuru's hair glows in the sunlight filtering through them, and Natsuki often thinks that if she tangles her fingers among the aloe scented fragrance, she might finally reach the land above and see her mother again. Unless and until Shizuru does something strange to her ear, nibbling like an affectionate bunny with Colgate-brushed white teeth, and all thoughts fly out of Natsuki's mind, scattered like the cherry blossoms that continue to engulf the happiness that belongs to them.
+.
They met in a flower garden, and while it hadn't been raining sakura there (Natsuki loves basking in them, and Shizuru loves anything that Natsuki loves) the flowers exuded as much beauty as they ever had.
The air had been slightly chilly, crisp with the always present cloying smell of flowers - October had just begun to settle in, and the vibrant leaves were just turning red-brown and dancing around in giddy eddies. (Natsuki doesn't remember this nearly as clearly, but Shizuru remembers every detail of every moment, so Natsuki doesn't really need to)
They didn't know each other then, (Shizuru makes fun of Natsuki every time she tells the story for not having a single clue who their Class President was, and Natsuki blushes furiously every time she's poked fun at and attempts to glare icily at Shizuru, who just smiles even wider) and didn't know anyone else with the likeness of each other, and so long fluttering dark hair and lost dark eyes and perfectly styled chestnut hair and strange red eyes were astonishing and new. But it was the difference that made it different, and it was the different that brought them together. (Natsuki grumbles about decorating words and Shizuru lectures on poetic justice)
To be accurate, it was the flowers that brought them together, but that doesn't matter because it is the story that is important, the story and the love and the omoi that is supposed to be conveyed. This is their intimate story, and so some poetic justice is perfectly alright.
They met in the flower garden, and they left with something a little lighter in their hearts.
Their story has a happy ending.
Shizuru
1.
Shizuru doesn't remember her parents, actually. Oh, she remembers their faces perfectly fine - Mama had practical business woman short brown hair framing a thin but pretty face set with light brown eyes just a smidgen darker than her hair, and Papa had a stylish crewcut around a manly square jawline and twinkling jet black eyes - but she has no idea what they were truly like inside. For all their beauty they were ice cold inside, perfect etiquette and perfect decisions but an utter enigma to perhaps even themselves. Shizuru does not like that she ended up absorbing their personalities, but she doesn't wish that she could've changed, because she doesn't need to.
She feels a little sorry for them actually. She for all her faults(she smiles fondly at the image of the cute face Natsuki makes when scoffing) knows who she is and what she wants to do, while they lived out a meanlingless existance, automatic robots who could only climb higher in their individual ladders.
She wonders if her parents loved each other.
2.
She loves Natsuki's hair.
She loves Natsuki's eyes and nose and mouth and voice and nipples and every other place on Natsuki's delicious body as well, but she saw the hair first, gently flowing with the breeze.
She loves the silky feel of Natsuki's hair as it slithers through the cracks in her hand, and Natsuki will blink at her sleepily irritated, and the expression will make her want to shake that sleepy look thoroughly off of her by means of ravishing the body.
She loves how the dark strands tickle her when she buries her face into Natsuki's tender neck, and how they smell of strawberry shampoo and a hint of the cherry blossoms.
Sometimes she will find a pink petal still ensnared with Natsuki's hair, and she loves how it doesn't mesh at all with the flushed cheekbones and soft dark hair.
She loves the way they look splayed out across the satin pillowcases, each individual strand following its own little curve. Natsuki's lips will be in a pout, lower right chewed out more than the rest and swollen a little bit, and her eyelashes will hover over impossibly wide eyes. Her entire image will be so innocent and vulnerable that Shizuru cannot help but ravish the dark-haired beauty, kisses planted everywhere and teeth clamping down on the neck, the breasts, the bellybutton, trailing down until Natsuki gasps and shudders and her eyes are half-lidded with unbridled lust and the world comes crashing down again.
=.
Shizuru has said "I love you" countless times to Natsuki. Natsuki says it only five times a year, (making a total of twenty-five times so far) but that's because she says five is her lucky number. Once on Valentine's Day, (she doesn't do it on White Day because that's the day she gives back chocolate, but mostly she doesn't do it because it would take up more than five) once on her birthday, once on Shizuru's birthday, once on New Years, and once when she deems the moment perfect.
The moments are always perfect.
5.
They walk in peacable silence down the sidewalk to no particular destination. Natsuki's hand is entwined within Shizuru's, and their fingers thread in and out and back in again in an intricate dance that both of them can do without thinking about it at all. Natsuki is leaning against Shizuru's shoulder, her ear tickled by the fuzz that covers Shizuru's tan coat. Their feet march along in perfect unison, Shizuru's simple black soles complementing Natsuki's white and blue Converses. ("I never thought you'd like those," Shizuru had said with a raised eyebrow but a pleased expression)
Natsuki suddenly tugs on Shizuru's hand and says softly, "Here," leading her further into the park and settling at a particular sakura tree that Shizuru for all her worldly knowledge could never tell why.
Natsuki plops down against the tree trunk, and Shizuru follows suit, albeit more carefully - Natsuki is already rubbing a raw spot where the rough bark gnawed against an exposed part of her long-sleeve T-shirt.
Shizuru places a hand on top of the spreading patch of red, and Natsuki leans her head into the crook of Shizuru's neck, content to just sit there in peace, enjoying the scenery and playing with Shizuru's free hand.
They chat about random things, like Mai and Yuuichi's insane relationship and how everyone else is faring, and Natsuki's classes(Shizuru graduated two years ago, two years early) and how she absolutely hates calculus but has to do it anyway.
Shizuru grins at Natsuki's vicious rant at college and teasingly says, "Well, at least you know what two plus two equals."
Natsuki glances at her, startled, and promptly replies, "Of course I do, it's five!"
Her expression is so clueless and innocent, and her voice contains no telltale signs of Natsuki-lying that Shizuru is almost inclined to believe that Natsuki really believes this to be true. Not knowing what exactly to say, she instead smiles devilishly and says, "Aya, you're wrong. Everyone knows that two plus two equals love."
Natsuki adopts the Are-You-Kidding-Me expression on her face and a moment later promptly declares, "Prove it!"
Shizuru smirks. Natsuki for all her tough attitude and street smarts has no idea how to win a verbal battle, and millions of options run through her mind at the wide opening Natsuki has just left her.
Finally she decides on a simple answer, because she's enjoying this sunny day lighting up the atmosphere and likes the peaceful mood that they had. Shizuru removes her hand from where it was circling Natsuki's raw spot and clasps her left hand firmly and says, "Two."
Her left hand reaches for Natsuki's right hand, still curled confusedly at her side. "Plus."
Natsuki's hand opens and allows Shizuru's fingers to slide through and feel the calluses from too many hours logged on a motorbike. "Two."
Shizuru shivers as Natsuki's mouth parts slightly, a tingle running down her spine that has nothing to do with the gust that rushes in, spraying the cherry blossoms in a tornado around them. "Equals."
Natsuki suddenly leans in and plants a kiss firmly on her lips, and Shizuru loses the momentum she'd been building up, and then she is flipped onto her back and Natsuki is kneeling over her like a wildcat with a smouldering look in her eyes.
"Five," she says triumphantly. She kisses Shizuru again and Shizuru feels a heady sensation and a loss of control that should annoy her but instead just makes her even more dizzy.
As Natsuki's tongue pokes through Shizuru's cherry red lips, Shizuru muses that it doesn't really matter whether two plus two equals five. Insistent teeth start tugging on her lower lip, and hands start running down her back and through her hair, and Shizuru ceases to think at all.
Around them the cherry blossoms continue to dance.
Yeah, um, actually the title didn't fit at all. Which is why one should never start with a title. But I'd liked the title and resolved to write it this way, then realized that there was no two plus two equals five thing at all that could possibly make sense, which rendered it obsolete, and... yeah. And so I created a lameass thing with Shizuru that's pretty shitty and doesn't make sense... (I was aiming for the "putting 2+2 together" kinda thang) Let's pretend that what Shizuru said was perfectly clear, and what I just said was perfectly clear, and you shall scratch your heads less and give me less odd stares. Awesome. ^_^
Other notes: In the section about "I love you" I realize there are several ways to state this. I hope everyone got that I was talking about the more serious one. I suppose I could've put up a japanese word instead of "I love you" - after all, omoi looks kinda lonely being the only japanese word in there. Ah well. Sleep-deprived minds work strangely.
Notes after 10:30 AM: Heh, I realized I wrote Tatsuki instead of Yuuichi. o_O Too many Bleach episodes there, eh? Mai/Tatsuki wouldn't be so bad if we didn't all love Tatsuki/Orihime. :p
Title: Two Plus Two Equals Five
Summary: "They met in the flower garden, and they left with something a little lighter in their hearts. Their story has a happy ending." ShizNat and their life.
Rating:PG-13?
Two Plus Two Equals Five
Eh, I'd consider this fluff.
Natsuki
1.
Natsuki was five when her mother drove off the railing in a desperate attempt to escape the First District. She remembered wailing and burying her tear-soaked face in Duran's shaggy fur, as if the giant dog who was bigger than her could protect her from everything she would ever have to face.
She doesn't remember the falling, or the dream-like dying, but that's alright, because it doesn't really matter anymore. She may not have a giant sandy dog to protect her, but she has something so much more important.
2.
Shizuru tastes like cherry blossoms.
Or maybe it's the delicate petals that float among them, entangling themselves in Shizuru's long strands of brown hair and tickling Natsuki's nose until she sneezes, china-smooth face scrunching up. Shizuru laughs, a genuine happy chuckle that bubbles out of her and brings blushes to Natsuki's face, until she's silenced with another kiss.
Shizuru isn't everything that Natsuki wants, in fact she really isn't anything Natsuki wants, but that's a good thing, because Natsuki doesn't want anything of hers, only to be with her.
Shizuru's hair glows in the sunlight filtering through them, and Natsuki often thinks that if she tangles her fingers among the aloe scented fragrance, she might finally reach the land above and see her mother again. Unless and until Shizuru does something strange to her ear, nibbling like an affectionate bunny with Colgate-brushed white teeth, and all thoughts fly out of Natsuki's mind, scattered like the cherry blossoms that continue to engulf the happiness that belongs to them.
+.
They met in a flower garden, and while it hadn't been raining sakura there (Natsuki loves basking in them, and Shizuru loves anything that Natsuki loves) the flowers exuded as much beauty as they ever had.
The air had been slightly chilly, crisp with the always present cloying smell of flowers - October had just begun to settle in, and the vibrant leaves were just turning red-brown and dancing around in giddy eddies. (Natsuki doesn't remember this nearly as clearly, but Shizuru remembers every detail of every moment, so Natsuki doesn't really need to)
They didn't know each other then, (Shizuru makes fun of Natsuki every time she tells the story for not having a single clue who their Class President was, and Natsuki blushes furiously every time she's poked fun at and attempts to glare icily at Shizuru, who just smiles even wider) and didn't know anyone else with the likeness of each other, and so long fluttering dark hair and lost dark eyes and perfectly styled chestnut hair and strange red eyes were astonishing and new. But it was the difference that made it different, and it was the different that brought them together. (Natsuki grumbles about decorating words and Shizuru lectures on poetic justice)
To be accurate, it was the flowers that brought them together, but that doesn't matter because it is the story that is important, the story and the love and the omoi that is supposed to be conveyed. This is their intimate story, and so some poetic justice is perfectly alright.
They met in the flower garden, and they left with something a little lighter in their hearts.
Their story has a happy ending.
Shizuru
1.
Shizuru doesn't remember her parents, actually. Oh, she remembers their faces perfectly fine - Mama had practical business woman short brown hair framing a thin but pretty face set with light brown eyes just a smidgen darker than her hair, and Papa had a stylish crewcut around a manly square jawline and twinkling jet black eyes - but she has no idea what they were truly like inside. For all their beauty they were ice cold inside, perfect etiquette and perfect decisions but an utter enigma to perhaps even themselves. Shizuru does not like that she ended up absorbing their personalities, but she doesn't wish that she could've changed, because she doesn't need to.
She feels a little sorry for them actually. She for all her faults(she smiles fondly at the image of the cute face Natsuki makes when scoffing) knows who she is and what she wants to do, while they lived out a meanlingless existance, automatic robots who could only climb higher in their individual ladders.
She wonders if her parents loved each other.
2.
She loves Natsuki's hair.
She loves Natsuki's eyes and nose and mouth and voice and nipples and every other place on Natsuki's delicious body as well, but she saw the hair first, gently flowing with the breeze.
She loves the silky feel of Natsuki's hair as it slithers through the cracks in her hand, and Natsuki will blink at her sleepily irritated, and the expression will make her want to shake that sleepy look thoroughly off of her by means of ravishing the body.
She loves how the dark strands tickle her when she buries her face into Natsuki's tender neck, and how they smell of strawberry shampoo and a hint of the cherry blossoms.
Sometimes she will find a pink petal still ensnared with Natsuki's hair, and she loves how it doesn't mesh at all with the flushed cheekbones and soft dark hair.
She loves the way they look splayed out across the satin pillowcases, each individual strand following its own little curve. Natsuki's lips will be in a pout, lower right chewed out more than the rest and swollen a little bit, and her eyelashes will hover over impossibly wide eyes. Her entire image will be so innocent and vulnerable that Shizuru cannot help but ravish the dark-haired beauty, kisses planted everywhere and teeth clamping down on the neck, the breasts, the bellybutton, trailing down until Natsuki gasps and shudders and her eyes are half-lidded with unbridled lust and the world comes crashing down again.
=.
Shizuru has said "I love you" countless times to Natsuki. Natsuki says it only five times a year, (making a total of twenty-five times so far) but that's because she says five is her lucky number. Once on Valentine's Day, (she doesn't do it on White Day because that's the day she gives back chocolate, but mostly she doesn't do it because it would take up more than five) once on her birthday, once on Shizuru's birthday, once on New Years, and once when she deems the moment perfect.
The moments are always perfect.
5.
They walk in peacable silence down the sidewalk to no particular destination. Natsuki's hand is entwined within Shizuru's, and their fingers thread in and out and back in again in an intricate dance that both of them can do without thinking about it at all. Natsuki is leaning against Shizuru's shoulder, her ear tickled by the fuzz that covers Shizuru's tan coat. Their feet march along in perfect unison, Shizuru's simple black soles complementing Natsuki's white and blue Converses. ("I never thought you'd like those," Shizuru had said with a raised eyebrow but a pleased expression)
Natsuki suddenly tugs on Shizuru's hand and says softly, "Here," leading her further into the park and settling at a particular sakura tree that Shizuru for all her worldly knowledge could never tell why.
Natsuki plops down against the tree trunk, and Shizuru follows suit, albeit more carefully - Natsuki is already rubbing a raw spot where the rough bark gnawed against an exposed part of her long-sleeve T-shirt.
Shizuru places a hand on top of the spreading patch of red, and Natsuki leans her head into the crook of Shizuru's neck, content to just sit there in peace, enjoying the scenery and playing with Shizuru's free hand.
They chat about random things, like Mai and Yuuichi's insane relationship and how everyone else is faring, and Natsuki's classes(Shizuru graduated two years ago, two years early) and how she absolutely hates calculus but has to do it anyway.
Shizuru grins at Natsuki's vicious rant at college and teasingly says, "Well, at least you know what two plus two equals."
Natsuki glances at her, startled, and promptly replies, "Of course I do, it's five!"
Her expression is so clueless and innocent, and her voice contains no telltale signs of Natsuki-lying that Shizuru is almost inclined to believe that Natsuki really believes this to be true. Not knowing what exactly to say, she instead smiles devilishly and says, "Aya, you're wrong. Everyone knows that two plus two equals love."
Natsuki adopts the Are-You-Kidding-Me expression on her face and a moment later promptly declares, "Prove it!"
Shizuru smirks. Natsuki for all her tough attitude and street smarts has no idea how to win a verbal battle, and millions of options run through her mind at the wide opening Natsuki has just left her.
Finally she decides on a simple answer, because she's enjoying this sunny day lighting up the atmosphere and likes the peaceful mood that they had. Shizuru removes her hand from where it was circling Natsuki's raw spot and clasps her left hand firmly and says, "Two."
Her left hand reaches for Natsuki's right hand, still curled confusedly at her side. "Plus."
Natsuki's hand opens and allows Shizuru's fingers to slide through and feel the calluses from too many hours logged on a motorbike. "Two."
Shizuru shivers as Natsuki's mouth parts slightly, a tingle running down her spine that has nothing to do with the gust that rushes in, spraying the cherry blossoms in a tornado around them. "Equals."
Natsuki suddenly leans in and plants a kiss firmly on her lips, and Shizuru loses the momentum she'd been building up, and then she is flipped onto her back and Natsuki is kneeling over her like a wildcat with a smouldering look in her eyes.
"Five," she says triumphantly. She kisses Shizuru again and Shizuru feels a heady sensation and a loss of control that should annoy her but instead just makes her even more dizzy.
As Natsuki's tongue pokes through Shizuru's cherry red lips, Shizuru muses that it doesn't really matter whether two plus two equals five. Insistent teeth start tugging on her lower lip, and hands start running down her back and through her hair, and Shizuru ceases to think at all.
Around them the cherry blossoms continue to dance.
Yeah, um, actually the title didn't fit at all. Which is why one should never start with a title. But I'd liked the title and resolved to write it this way, then realized that there was no two plus two equals five thing at all that could possibly make sense, which rendered it obsolete, and... yeah. And so I created a lameass thing with Shizuru that's pretty shitty and doesn't make sense... (I was aiming for the "putting 2+2 together" kinda thang) Let's pretend that what Shizuru said was perfectly clear, and what I just said was perfectly clear, and you shall scratch your heads less and give me less odd stares. Awesome. ^_^
Other notes: In the section about "I love you" I realize there are several ways to state this. I hope everyone got that I was talking about the more serious one. I suppose I could've put up a japanese word instead of "I love you" - after all, omoi looks kinda lonely being the only japanese word in there. Ah well. Sleep-deprived minds work strangely.
Notes after 10:30 AM: Heh, I realized I wrote Tatsuki instead of Yuuichi. o_O Too many Bleach episodes there, eh? Mai/Tatsuki wouldn't be so bad if we didn't all love Tatsuki/Orihime. :p