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three ficlets
I Won't Be the One
Vash, Knives (Trigun)
You promise me the sky
Then toss me like a stone
You wrap me in your arms
And chill me to the bone
The crazy thing was? Vash still loved him.
Even after everything. Maybe it was ingrained in him, to love that which was half of him, but if he was entirely truthful with himself, Knives had grown into his own person a long, long time ago. Like a cutting, taken root and growing into a new tree, branching in all the directions that Vash couldn't.
But he loved him still.
So he couldn't just leave him. He wouldn't. It wasn't that he thought Knives would change, that he really truly thought he could save him, but more that it simply wasn't possible for him to stop caring.
Knives would hurt him a thousand times. He would kill everything else Vash ever loved, everything he didn't know he loved yet, he would destroy and destroy and destroy and Vash would try his hardest to stop it but he wouldn't be able to stop him.
Because the one thing that would truly hurt him, the one thing that would turn Vash's heart stone cold frigid, never to be healed - was only if something happened to Knives himself. He never seemed to realize that the one way he could destroy Vash was to turn that hatred upon himself.
So Vash would keep following him, and bleeding along the way. It was inevitable. And he would keep on loving.
Heaven's Queen
Waka/Amaterasu (Okami)
Come my moder, now with me
For hevyn quene I make thee
Her first step onto the Celestial Plain was one of the purest sort of bliss.
Waka kept back; she loved him all the more for that. She needed this, she needed to have a moment to soak it all in.
She was home.
She was home.
She was home.
When her first paw touched the plain, a ripple spread suddenly and rushed out, up and up and up, and suddenly the grass was singing, the trees were sighing, and the wind pulled and pushed at her, begging for more and more and more. The Celestial Plain ached for its queen, and she tossed her head and let out a long, whining howl, before springing full force from the Ark to run and run and run through the land that named her lord of all.
And by the time she'd reached the Sacred Meadow, she had taken the form of a human again.
It was the first time she could, the first in a long time. At one time, all forms had been hers, the proof of her mastery, but she had been so diminished, so struck down, but now - she was home now. The world sang for her, pulsed with the light of a sun that touched down everywhere, leaving no shadow, and she was all that she could be.
Which, right now, was a youngish woman - young enough to still be beautiful, but mature enough to have a figure and not be tied down by maidenly notions of purity. Yes, this was perfect. And this was how she would come to Waka, drape her arms over his shoulders and thank him, profusely, for believing in her when she wasn't all there up there, for loving her for centuries and for the trust they'd had, for so long. Even if she'd been less than kind to him initially; even if she'd been full of it, and he too shy to tell her so. Even then.
But he was taking too long. So she rolled over into the soft grass, took in a breath - and fell asleep. Because, well, she was different now, yes, but there were some things that never changed.
Things That Fade Away
Zelos/Genis (Tales of Symphonia)
I decorate my hands with the light from the sun
And pursue you with my eyes
I cut the time out and pasted it
Like a candy day dream
I'm feeling so right
Baby, don't forget me
Even if there are things that fade away
Remember me, my friend
I'll take you anywhere
I'll be your guide
Yeah, okay, so it wasn't the ideal setup. Zelos had a lot of responsibilities and Genis was traveling with Raine - kind of hard to escape it, when she set her mind on something. But then, well. Things happened, you know?
And Genis was tired of wandering. He just wanted to go home.
He was consumed with apprehension as he made the journey back to Meltokio. Would Zelos even want to speak to him, let alone start back up with... something more? He was at least fairly certain he hadn't forgotten him; Genis knew that was a silly thought. But it was entirely possible he'd changed - or simply gone back to old ways. That he wouldn't want Genis, not like this.
And anyway, it could've been just - well.
Zelos had made it clear he didn't kiss boys if he didn't mean it; but they hadn't gotten a chance to be alone since then. So maybe Genis had nothing to worry about. Maybe this was, one hundred percent, a fabrication of his imagination.
But still, even a practical young man could hope.
He knocked on the door of Zelos' townhouse, then shifted from foot to foot, nervous. He'd dressed up for this - stopped in at the inn and bathed, steamed out his midnight blue velvet suit, the new one with the silver embroidery. Spent a good half an hour arranging his hair. It was much longer now, of course - middle of his back, and after quite a bit of fussing, he finally just pulled it back in a tail. He remember the party - all that red hair in a long braid, and it made him feel, if possible, even more nervous.
Zelos opened the door at 2:30 in the afternoon in nothing but a warm pink housecoat, his hair a mess and a half, and he stared.
Genis slowly went more and more red under the sheer power of that stare. Like he'd never seen anything like him before, like he wanted to devour him whole - or tear him apart. He couldn't quite tell. It was all very panic-inducing.
"Zelos?" he probed, not sure of anything at all.
And suddenly, a hand shot out - grabbed his wrist and yanked him inside, slammed the door shut, and suddenly - he was being kissed.
Ravenously. Ferociously. Like maybe, just maybe - Genis brought his shaking hands up to fist in Zelos' robe, writhing and pressing up against him like a cat in heat - maybe he'd wanted this as badly as Genis had, all this time.
Vash, Knives (Trigun)
You promise me the sky
Then toss me like a stone
You wrap me in your arms
And chill me to the bone
The crazy thing was? Vash still loved him.
Even after everything. Maybe it was ingrained in him, to love that which was half of him, but if he was entirely truthful with himself, Knives had grown into his own person a long, long time ago. Like a cutting, taken root and growing into a new tree, branching in all the directions that Vash couldn't.
But he loved him still.
So he couldn't just leave him. He wouldn't. It wasn't that he thought Knives would change, that he really truly thought he could save him, but more that it simply wasn't possible for him to stop caring.
Knives would hurt him a thousand times. He would kill everything else Vash ever loved, everything he didn't know he loved yet, he would destroy and destroy and destroy and Vash would try his hardest to stop it but he wouldn't be able to stop him.
Because the one thing that would truly hurt him, the one thing that would turn Vash's heart stone cold frigid, never to be healed - was only if something happened to Knives himself. He never seemed to realize that the one way he could destroy Vash was to turn that hatred upon himself.
So Vash would keep following him, and bleeding along the way. It was inevitable. And he would keep on loving.
Heaven's Queen
Waka/Amaterasu (Okami)
Come my moder, now with me
For hevyn quene I make thee
Her first step onto the Celestial Plain was one of the purest sort of bliss.
Waka kept back; she loved him all the more for that. She needed this, she needed to have a moment to soak it all in.
She was home.
She was home.
She was home.
When her first paw touched the plain, a ripple spread suddenly and rushed out, up and up and up, and suddenly the grass was singing, the trees were sighing, and the wind pulled and pushed at her, begging for more and more and more. The Celestial Plain ached for its queen, and she tossed her head and let out a long, whining howl, before springing full force from the Ark to run and run and run through the land that named her lord of all.
And by the time she'd reached the Sacred Meadow, she had taken the form of a human again.
It was the first time she could, the first in a long time. At one time, all forms had been hers, the proof of her mastery, but she had been so diminished, so struck down, but now - she was home now. The world sang for her, pulsed with the light of a sun that touched down everywhere, leaving no shadow, and she was all that she could be.
Which, right now, was a youngish woman - young enough to still be beautiful, but mature enough to have a figure and not be tied down by maidenly notions of purity. Yes, this was perfect. And this was how she would come to Waka, drape her arms over his shoulders and thank him, profusely, for believing in her when she wasn't all there up there, for loving her for centuries and for the trust they'd had, for so long. Even if she'd been less than kind to him initially; even if she'd been full of it, and he too shy to tell her so. Even then.
But he was taking too long. So she rolled over into the soft grass, took in a breath - and fell asleep. Because, well, she was different now, yes, but there were some things that never changed.
Things That Fade Away
Zelos/Genis (Tales of Symphonia)
I decorate my hands with the light from the sun
And pursue you with my eyes
I cut the time out and pasted it
Like a candy day dream
I'm feeling so right
Baby, don't forget me
Even if there are things that fade away
Remember me, my friend
I'll take you anywhere
I'll be your guide
Yeah, okay, so it wasn't the ideal setup. Zelos had a lot of responsibilities and Genis was traveling with Raine - kind of hard to escape it, when she set her mind on something. But then, well. Things happened, you know?
And Genis was tired of wandering. He just wanted to go home.
He was consumed with apprehension as he made the journey back to Meltokio. Would Zelos even want to speak to him, let alone start back up with... something more? He was at least fairly certain he hadn't forgotten him; Genis knew that was a silly thought. But it was entirely possible he'd changed - or simply gone back to old ways. That he wouldn't want Genis, not like this.
And anyway, it could've been just - well.
Zelos had made it clear he didn't kiss boys if he didn't mean it; but they hadn't gotten a chance to be alone since then. So maybe Genis had nothing to worry about. Maybe this was, one hundred percent, a fabrication of his imagination.
But still, even a practical young man could hope.
He knocked on the door of Zelos' townhouse, then shifted from foot to foot, nervous. He'd dressed up for this - stopped in at the inn and bathed, steamed out his midnight blue velvet suit, the new one with the silver embroidery. Spent a good half an hour arranging his hair. It was much longer now, of course - middle of his back, and after quite a bit of fussing, he finally just pulled it back in a tail. He remember the party - all that red hair in a long braid, and it made him feel, if possible, even more nervous.
Zelos opened the door at 2:30 in the afternoon in nothing but a warm pink housecoat, his hair a mess and a half, and he stared.
Genis slowly went more and more red under the sheer power of that stare. Like he'd never seen anything like him before, like he wanted to devour him whole - or tear him apart. He couldn't quite tell. It was all very panic-inducing.
"Zelos?" he probed, not sure of anything at all.
And suddenly, a hand shot out - grabbed his wrist and yanked him inside, slammed the door shut, and suddenly - he was being kissed.
Ravenously. Ferociously. Like maybe, just maybe - Genis brought his shaking hands up to fist in Zelos' robe, writhing and pressing up against him like a cat in heat - maybe he'd wanted this as badly as Genis had, all this time.