Dang, Another KonoSetsu Fic
Title: Subtext
Rating: PG
Summary: What's said may establish truth, but what's not said will make it come alive. Or so one can imagine, but imaginations have never been the truth.
Pairing: Konoka/Setsuna
Notes: Not really KonoSetsu actually, more of a Konoka-character thing. Even though the story kinda maybe would've fit Secchan better, but I couldn't imagine Secchan thinking like that. Slight angst-fic.
Not betaed cause this is just one of those inspiration ficlets... I make people beta things I've thought out already. -.-; Besides, it's not long enough. This KonoSetsu madness must stop until I finish my other stories... *sigh* It's all their fault for putting me behind schedule. Despite that I love them. ^^;
Hmm, any other notes... bad summary. Horrible horrible and too cryptic summary. -_- And bad ficlet too. Horrible horrible and confuzzling ficlet.
Subtext
When you catch her in the hallway or the classroom, you always make sure to greet her, to let her know you're there. (she's always watching over you, but you always want to be assured) She'll reply coldly or now a little more animatedly but still distant. She always answers with a simple, "Hello," and her eyes will light up slightly while a slight blush tinges her cheeks. Then she'll either walk away or stay put and the silence will become so awkward that it needs to be broken, and so it will be.
You tell yourself that she might treat you distantly, but that she is merely trying to hide the tide of emotions she feels for you, that the slight red, almost pink blush and the near-imperceptable light that sparks are the tiny cracks that barriers will always have. That the horrible silence is merely an inability to express her feelings, to go beyond what she's comfortable with.
You resolve to make her accustomed to you. You accost her everywhere you can, because slowly but surely you can see her confines crumbling down. But it's slow and frustrating work - for every two steps you seem to make, she drags you back another.
You tell yourself that she loves you because of the things she doesn't do - she can't talk a normal conversation with you, she can't be close to you, she doesn't let anyone remotely hostile near you, she doesn't...
She doesn't do anything with you.
You can't see anything in that, as hard as you try, and you examine it until your mind finally gives up three weeks later.
You repeat what you know is true every day to yourself, again and again in your lonely little head that really has nothing else to do anyway(school is a joke as the headmaster's daughter) until you've built up a barrier yourself, a place where you can be happy and know that deep down your beloved Secchan sees you as equally beloved.
But the imperfections continue to grow more distinct.
You were happiest during the Kyoto trip. It was also the saddest part of your life.
She posed with you. She asked for pictures. She defended you. She rescued you.
She told you you were beautiful.
And then she tried to leave again.
You don't know what she was thinking, that it could possibly be for your own good? You continue to see in her eyes her overwhelming desire, and the slight quirk of her mouth that shows she's content with you, and the complacency to which she accepts things from you, but you think that they might just be fake. That she might just listen to you because you push her so hard to all the time. You're the one who makes her come out shopping with you, you're the one who insists on making a conversation with her everyday. You were the one who made her dress up as a samurai and pose with you, (she did look quite cool - you saw some girls swoon by the restaurant, which made you proud and insanely jealous) you were the one who insisted on her calling you Kono-chan again.
Kono-chan. Your childhood nickname, and you called her Secchan. (you still call her Secchan, and she always blushes brightly, but she never complains about it which means she must like it after all) And both of you were so happy - you were definitely sure of it then - and you definitely loved each other as much as children could.
Lately everything has been a whilrwind of activity, from Negi's magic-doings to your grandfather putting you on another spree of marriage appraisals, and through it all the only thing you've been sure of is that Secchan hasn't changed.
It's a good thing, because that means she's still there, and that she's sticking to her routine and that she'll always be by your side...
It is a good thing.
You wish for once that someone would make clear their true intentions and just explain it to you, to stop sugarcoating things and drenching them in a cloying scent so that you can't tell what the original thought was anymore. You're losing your faith; you can't see what doesn't happen anymore - you need to see something change.
And maybe it will have to be your hope. Because your barriers have shattered like dull worthless glass while hers, if they were ever there, have only been eroded slightly, because glass will never destroy stone and neither will emotion, and the only thing that churns it to dust is time, and time is the one thing you can't wait for.
You just fucking want to know.
That was weird. And really bad too. o_O
Hokai. NO MORE after this.
Rating: PG
Summary: What's said may establish truth, but what's not said will make it come alive. Or so one can imagine, but imaginations have never been the truth.
Pairing: Konoka/Setsuna
Notes: Not really KonoSetsu actually, more of a Konoka-character thing. Even though the story kinda maybe would've fit Secchan better, but I couldn't imagine Secchan thinking like that. Slight angst-fic.
Not betaed cause this is just one of those inspiration ficlets... I make people beta things I've thought out already. -.-; Besides, it's not long enough. This KonoSetsu madness must stop until I finish my other stories... *sigh* It's all their fault for putting me behind schedule. Despite that I love them. ^^;
Hmm, any other notes... bad summary. Horrible horrible and too cryptic summary. -_- And bad ficlet too. Horrible horrible and confuzzling ficlet.
Subtext
When you catch her in the hallway or the classroom, you always make sure to greet her, to let her know you're there. (she's always watching over you, but you always want to be assured) She'll reply coldly or now a little more animatedly but still distant. She always answers with a simple, "Hello," and her eyes will light up slightly while a slight blush tinges her cheeks. Then she'll either walk away or stay put and the silence will become so awkward that it needs to be broken, and so it will be.
You tell yourself that she might treat you distantly, but that she is merely trying to hide the tide of emotions she feels for you, that the slight red, almost pink blush and the near-imperceptable light that sparks are the tiny cracks that barriers will always have. That the horrible silence is merely an inability to express her feelings, to go beyond what she's comfortable with.
You resolve to make her accustomed to you. You accost her everywhere you can, because slowly but surely you can see her confines crumbling down. But it's slow and frustrating work - for every two steps you seem to make, she drags you back another.
You tell yourself that she loves you because of the things she doesn't do - she can't talk a normal conversation with you, she can't be close to you, she doesn't let anyone remotely hostile near you, she doesn't...
She doesn't do anything with you.
You can't see anything in that, as hard as you try, and you examine it until your mind finally gives up three weeks later.
You repeat what you know is true every day to yourself, again and again in your lonely little head that really has nothing else to do anyway(school is a joke as the headmaster's daughter) until you've built up a barrier yourself, a place where you can be happy and know that deep down your beloved Secchan sees you as equally beloved.
But the imperfections continue to grow more distinct.
You were happiest during the Kyoto trip. It was also the saddest part of your life.
She posed with you. She asked for pictures. She defended you. She rescued you.
She told you you were beautiful.
And then she tried to leave again.
You don't know what she was thinking, that it could possibly be for your own good? You continue to see in her eyes her overwhelming desire, and the slight quirk of her mouth that shows she's content with you, and the complacency to which she accepts things from you, but you think that they might just be fake. That she might just listen to you because you push her so hard to all the time. You're the one who makes her come out shopping with you, you're the one who insists on making a conversation with her everyday. You were the one who made her dress up as a samurai and pose with you, (she did look quite cool - you saw some girls swoon by the restaurant, which made you proud and insanely jealous) you were the one who insisted on her calling you Kono-chan again.
Kono-chan. Your childhood nickname, and you called her Secchan. (you still call her Secchan, and she always blushes brightly, but she never complains about it which means she must like it after all) And both of you were so happy - you were definitely sure of it then - and you definitely loved each other as much as children could.
Lately everything has been a whilrwind of activity, from Negi's magic-doings to your grandfather putting you on another spree of marriage appraisals, and through it all the only thing you've been sure of is that Secchan hasn't changed.
It's a good thing, because that means she's still there, and that she's sticking to her routine and that she'll always be by your side...
It is a good thing.
You wish for once that someone would make clear their true intentions and just explain it to you, to stop sugarcoating things and drenching them in a cloying scent so that you can't tell what the original thought was anymore. You're losing your faith; you can't see what doesn't happen anymore - you need to see something change.
And maybe it will have to be your hope. Because your barriers have shattered like dull worthless glass while hers, if they were ever there, have only been eroded slightly, because glass will never destroy stone and neither will emotion, and the only thing that churns it to dust is time, and time is the one thing you can't wait for.
You just fucking want to know.
That was weird. And really bad too. o_O
Hokai. NO MORE after this.