[fanfiction] [inu x boku] What is Written
Title: What is Written
Author: spicy_diamond
Fandom: Inu x Boku SS
Summary: [*Ep. 12 Spoilers* Miketsukami Soushi / Shirakiin Ririchiyo] There was a moment, of course, when it occurred to him that he should give the letter back.
Rating: PG
Word Count: 308
Author's Notes: Just a thought. I mean, yes, he's an obsessive, to the point of being a creepy, stalker-type, but still, he's usually a polite stalker...
It would be wrong of him to read it.
'To My Future Self'
Soushi lightly fingered the envelope that had accompanied the box of sweets that had been given to him. Mismatched eyes analyzing every facet of its appearance as he stared hungrily at the lettering lining the front. Heavy, faintly marbled, card stock - She had taken to the others' time capsule game with her usual serious manner. The smooth curvature of the envelope folds that marked quality stationary - Very serious. Deep, thoughtful strokes of a calligraphy pen used with exacting precision - As though she truly had something important she wished to impart to her future self.
And, in a move that was unusually clumsy, even for her, Shirakiin Ririchiyo forgotten to take the letter with her when she'd left to go join the others.
There was a moment, of course, when it occurred to him that he should give the letter back. She would be pleased, ecstatic even, to have it returned unharmed and unopened. Even if she wouldn't be able to express it.
But. Then again. He was rather clumsy in his own ways.
Biting down on the tip of a finger, Soushi slipped off one of his thin, black, S.S. Gloves and touched the seam of the sealed envelope with a reverent longing.
Clumsy, and deplorable enough that he'd do just about anything if it would secure himself a place of service at her side for even just the tiniest bit longer in whatever future she dreamed of. And, if that meant unwrapping the secrets of his mistress' hopes and dreams, well, even the humblest of dogs would be loathe to give up such a treasure.
Breaking the seal, the envelope came open with minimal prodding as his hand closed greedily around the letter within.
He could always make amends later, anyway.
Author: spicy_diamond
Fandom: Inu x Boku SS
Summary: [*Ep. 12 Spoilers* Miketsukami Soushi / Shirakiin Ririchiyo] There was a moment, of course, when it occurred to him that he should give the letter back.
Rating: PG
Word Count: 308
Author's Notes: Just a thought. I mean, yes, he's an obsessive, to the point of being a creepy, stalker-type, but still, he's usually a polite stalker...
It would be wrong of him to read it.
'To My Future Self'
Soushi lightly fingered the envelope that had accompanied the box of sweets that had been given to him. Mismatched eyes analyzing every facet of its appearance as he stared hungrily at the lettering lining the front. Heavy, faintly marbled, card stock - She had taken to the others' time capsule game with her usual serious manner. The smooth curvature of the envelope folds that marked quality stationary - Very serious. Deep, thoughtful strokes of a calligraphy pen used with exacting precision - As though she truly had something important she wished to impart to her future self.
And, in a move that was unusually clumsy, even for her, Shirakiin Ririchiyo forgotten to take the letter with her when she'd left to go join the others.
There was a moment, of course, when it occurred to him that he should give the letter back. She would be pleased, ecstatic even, to have it returned unharmed and unopened. Even if she wouldn't be able to express it.
But. Then again. He was rather clumsy in his own ways.
Biting down on the tip of a finger, Soushi slipped off one of his thin, black, S.S. Gloves and touched the seam of the sealed envelope with a reverent longing.
Clumsy, and deplorable enough that he'd do just about anything if it would secure himself a place of service at her side for even just the tiniest bit longer in whatever future she dreamed of. And, if that meant unwrapping the secrets of his mistress' hopes and dreams, well, even the humblest of dogs would be loathe to give up such a treasure.
Breaking the seal, the envelope came open with minimal prodding as his hand closed greedily around the letter within.
He could always make amends later, anyway.