Non-challenge (Could Have Been)
I want cold damnit! I'm wearing sleevless shirts in november, and I'm sick of it. Where art thou o amazing cold? (even a bit of breeze would be appreciated, geez.)
Author: nekare
Title: Could Have Been
Raiting: PG
Character: Karasuma
Word Count: 330
Summary: Miho wonders what could have been.
Written because I'm bored and itching to write, although I'm kinda stuck with my original stories. For whr_drabbles and To zurizip, 'cause her finger hurts and she's starting NaNoWriMo. Good luck!
If. The word plagues Karasuma, making her wonder over and over again what could have happen in Robin had been killed, if Amon had decided her death would be as easy to accept as Kate’s had been; clean and simple and sad, yes, but nothing to spill much tears about.
(And the thought of Robin lying in a scarlet pool of blood, young eyes open and unseeing and her last thoughts being of the quiet betrayal of the STN-J; makes her shudder in fear.)
She wonders if the deep trust that now ties seven lives together tightly would have even been born if Robin had been sent to research the mystery of the Arcanum in any other place in the world, and whether being strangers working together would have been as nice as the warm feeling inside her whenever she remembers she can put her life in the hands of any of them at any given second. (The answer is no.)
When she’s at her gloomiest, she sometimes even wonders what would have happen if she hadn’t been born a Witch (a controlled one, but a Witch nonetheless) and had been able to live a normal childhood (chasing birds on parks, laughing at bubbles in the bath) and adolescence (chasing boys on parks and laughing at the awkward limbs of her significant other in the bath); instead of risking her life to fight her own race on a daily basis.
Then she thinks of Robin’s unsigned letters from a country far away on her desk, a hasty footnote with reassuring words from Amon; of Michael’s bright eyes every time she brings him a doughnut to his new flat, of the new skirt Doujima forced her to buy along with Nagira (who complained the entire time but when Doujima promised him a physical reward if he was a good boy), and of Sakaki’s hands leaving ghost imprints on her bare stomach.
And then she doesn’t want to change anything after all.
Author: nekare
Title: Could Have Been
Raiting: PG
Character: Karasuma
Word Count: 330
Summary: Miho wonders what could have been.
Written because I'm bored and itching to write, although I'm kinda stuck with my original stories. For whr_drabbles and To zurizip, 'cause her finger hurts and she's starting NaNoWriMo. Good luck!
If. The word plagues Karasuma, making her wonder over and over again what could have happen in Robin had been killed, if Amon had decided her death would be as easy to accept as Kate’s had been; clean and simple and sad, yes, but nothing to spill much tears about.
(And the thought of Robin lying in a scarlet pool of blood, young eyes open and unseeing and her last thoughts being of the quiet betrayal of the STN-J; makes her shudder in fear.)
She wonders if the deep trust that now ties seven lives together tightly would have even been born if Robin had been sent to research the mystery of the Arcanum in any other place in the world, and whether being strangers working together would have been as nice as the warm feeling inside her whenever she remembers she can put her life in the hands of any of them at any given second. (The answer is no.)
When she’s at her gloomiest, she sometimes even wonders what would have happen if she hadn’t been born a Witch (a controlled one, but a Witch nonetheless) and had been able to live a normal childhood (chasing birds on parks, laughing at bubbles in the bath) and adolescence (chasing boys on parks and laughing at the awkward limbs of her significant other in the bath); instead of risking her life to fight her own race on a daily basis.
Then she thinks of Robin’s unsigned letters from a country far away on her desk, a hasty footnote with reassuring words from Amon; of Michael’s bright eyes every time she brings him a doughnut to his new flat, of the new skirt Doujima forced her to buy along with Nagira (who complained the entire time but when Doujima promised him a physical reward if he was a good boy), and of Sakaki’s hands leaving ghost imprints on her bare stomach.
And then she doesn’t want to change anything after all.