[Fic] Precious Wonders (AoixUruha)
Title: Precious Wonders
Chapter: One-shot
Author: Pokky
Genre: Shortfic, Romance
Pairing: AoixUruha
Rating: PG-15
Warning: Implied sexual activities
Summary: "Sometimes, I wonder why I'm with you.
Sometimes, you wonder why you're with me."
Notes: This fic is not classified as angst, even though at the beginning of it, we have this feeling.
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Sometimes, I wonder if you're enough; When you don't answer, when you ask vague questions or when you don't do anything.
Sometimes, you wonder if I'm enough; When I don't say a word, when I barely touch you or when I don't do anything.
And when we're next to each other, I always ask myself 'don't we need more?'. It seems as if only time goes by and we're only standing at one point.
When I'm with you, I don't feel the excitement nor do I feel anything particularily special.
When you're with me, you don't seem to change yourself nor do you act any differently with anyone else.
When we're talking, it's never about subjects that reaches the heart. It's never about how we feel or what we've accomplished thus far.
When we're talking, it's never about our pasts nor is it about what we want to do.
It seems like we're not compatible with anyone else.
It seems like we're not meant to be with each other either.
When I look at you, I often see a man with no real ambition or a man who's too lost in his own poetry.
When you look at me, you often see a man too full of himself or a man who's too self-absorbed in his work.
Sometimes, I wonder why I'm with you.
Sometimes, you wonder why you're with me.
And often we draw a refined line to this conclusion:
The nightly physical activities are passionate and wonderful.
And often, we laugh at how ridiculous this sounds because we know better.
I know you often slack in your work, but you're most at ease when you're at your own pace.
You know I often wake up with a foul mood, but I'm most content when I'm about to go to bed.
I know you like to munch on fattening snacks while watching movies and you don't really hate it when I tease you about it.
You know I get stomachaches when I drink orange juice in the morning but don't complain when that's what you decide to serve me for breakfast.
I know you don't need my shoulder to cry on when you're sad.
You know I don't need your hand when I desperately can't concentrate.
We think knowing is enough. My knowing you. Your knowing me.
Sharing my life with you is enough and I don't need to say those words to you because you already know.
Sharing your life with me is enough and you don't need to say those words to me because I already know.
You and I, that's all we need. No words, no touch. Just 'us'.
End.
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Author's note: It's my second attempt at a shortfic... I hope this one turns out good. Tell me what you think about it. I hope you enjoyed. ^_^
Chapter: One-shot
Author: Pokky
Genre: Shortfic, Romance
Pairing: AoixUruha
Rating: PG-15
Warning: Implied sexual activities
Summary: "Sometimes, I wonder why I'm with you.
Sometimes, you wonder why you're with me."
Notes: This fic is not classified as angst, even though at the beginning of it, we have this feeling.
~*~*~*~
Sometimes, I wonder if you're enough; When you don't answer, when you ask vague questions or when you don't do anything.
Sometimes, you wonder if I'm enough; When I don't say a word, when I barely touch you or when I don't do anything.
And when we're next to each other, I always ask myself 'don't we need more?'. It seems as if only time goes by and we're only standing at one point.
When I'm with you, I don't feel the excitement nor do I feel anything particularily special.
When you're with me, you don't seem to change yourself nor do you act any differently with anyone else.
When we're talking, it's never about subjects that reaches the heart. It's never about how we feel or what we've accomplished thus far.
When we're talking, it's never about our pasts nor is it about what we want to do.
It seems like we're not compatible with anyone else.
It seems like we're not meant to be with each other either.
When I look at you, I often see a man with no real ambition or a man who's too lost in his own poetry.
When you look at me, you often see a man too full of himself or a man who's too self-absorbed in his work.
Sometimes, I wonder why I'm with you.
Sometimes, you wonder why you're with me.
And often we draw a refined line to this conclusion:
The nightly physical activities are passionate and wonderful.
And often, we laugh at how ridiculous this sounds because we know better.
I know you often slack in your work, but you're most at ease when you're at your own pace.
You know I often wake up with a foul mood, but I'm most content when I'm about to go to bed.
I know you like to munch on fattening snacks while watching movies and you don't really hate it when I tease you about it.
You know I get stomachaches when I drink orange juice in the morning but don't complain when that's what you decide to serve me for breakfast.
I know you don't need my shoulder to cry on when you're sad.
You know I don't need your hand when I desperately can't concentrate.
We think knowing is enough. My knowing you. Your knowing me.
Sharing my life with you is enough and I don't need to say those words to you because you already know.
Sharing your life with me is enough and you don't need to say those words to me because I already know.
You and I, that's all we need. No words, no touch. Just 'us'.
End.
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Author's note: It's my second attempt at a shortfic... I hope this one turns out good. Tell me what you think about it. I hope you enjoyed. ^_^