[FIC] Together
Written for Nathan, my lovely "younger brother," who requested a .hack fic from me.
I hope that I didn't do anything wrong... ths is my first actual .hack fic, lol. XD Despite being a fan for like.... 5(?) years. And still loving .hack//SIGN hardcore. But, I haven't watched the series in like... a year or more, and I just borrowed it from Nathan again today, soo~ I decided in school that I'd write him a little something, just in case I didn't want to after. And as a little practice for me..
Title: Together
Fandom: .hack//SIGN
Pairing: Tsukasa/Subaru
Genre: (I tried not to do angst, but...) Romance? None?
Rating: K
I loved her even before I found out that she was a girl. And after.
Tsukasa. That's what "his" name was. That's what I knew him best as, too. The Wavemaster in the game.
It's how we all still refer to that person. "Tsukasa," we call her. Still.
I loved him then and I love her still, even as the young woman that she turned out to be, after the layers of the game were stripped away and it was just her and I, the two of us, in the flesh.
Does it matter? Does it really make a difference, if she were actually a he? No, I think not. I would love that person just the same.
He accepted me. Saw that I wasn't trying to be...whatever it was that everybody else thought I was. He didn't think that I was trying to be anybody else, just me. He saw me trying to stand, and falling down.
Broken. He saw me broken, torn, shattered. Like glass and trying to peice myself back together even through the pain.
And he brought me to that place. He brought me to his secret area, where She, was. The "Girl who would not awaken," the girl who he was fighting for.
But she was gone. She was not there, the place was torn apart. And so was he.
He was ripped, torn, shredded, shattered. Broken.
Again and again and
Again and again.
I did what I could. It wasn't very helpful. It couldn't have been helpful. Not the way that it should have been.
Tsukasa...
I accepted him, the girl who had been beaten and abused and comatose, for what she was, for who she was.
He accepted me, crippled and weak, this pitiful thing that I am, trying to become stronger, as I am.
"Together," we had said. "Together, we will make it."
And so together, we walk on.
I hope that I didn't do anything wrong... ths is my first actual .hack fic, lol. XD Despite being a fan for like.... 5(?) years. And still loving .hack//SIGN hardcore. But, I haven't watched the series in like... a year or more, and I just borrowed it from Nathan again today, soo~ I decided in school that I'd write him a little something, just in case I didn't want to after. And as a little practice for me..
Title: Together
Fandom: .hack//SIGN
Pairing: Tsukasa/Subaru
Genre: (I tried not to do angst, but...) Romance? None?
Rating: K
I loved her even before I found out that she was a girl. And after.
Tsukasa. That's what "his" name was. That's what I knew him best as, too. The Wavemaster in the game.
It's how we all still refer to that person. "Tsukasa," we call her. Still.
I loved him then and I love her still, even as the young woman that she turned out to be, after the layers of the game were stripped away and it was just her and I, the two of us, in the flesh.
Does it matter? Does it really make a difference, if she were actually a he? No, I think not. I would love that person just the same.
He accepted me. Saw that I wasn't trying to be...whatever it was that everybody else thought I was. He didn't think that I was trying to be anybody else, just me. He saw me trying to stand, and falling down.
Broken. He saw me broken, torn, shattered. Like glass and trying to peice myself back together even through the pain.
And he brought me to that place. He brought me to his secret area, where She, was. The "Girl who would not awaken," the girl who he was fighting for.
But she was gone. She was not there, the place was torn apart. And so was he.
He was ripped, torn, shredded, shattered. Broken.
Again and again and
Again and again.
I did what I could. It wasn't very helpful. It couldn't have been helpful. Not the way that it should have been.
Tsukasa...
I accepted him, the girl who had been beaten and abused and comatose, for what she was, for who she was.
He accepted me, crippled and weak, this pitiful thing that I am, trying to become stronger, as I am.
"Together," we had said. "Together, we will make it."
And so together, we walk on.