for you I've waited all these years. For you I'd wait, til kingdom come
Look! A Kayashima icon (I could only find two, and one was scary looking) I kinda want one that says "River Tam's got nothing on me" but I think that may be going overboard in geekdom...
Tonight, I seem to be Mina of the unrequited love... well, not really (d'uh), but the drabbles are all onesided... yeah ^_^;; And I'm too lazy to look up little facts, so they'll get changed around, if need be, when I'm less lazy ^_^;;
Look! A fandom other than TRC!
title: Clear as Day
fandom: Hanazakari no Kimitachi e (HanaKimi)
pairing: Kayashima/Nakatsu
words: 233
rating: G
I can see his aura. Magnificent and colour-changing, as beautiful as he is. Fitting, I suppose. It moves with his moods, brightening and darkening from moment to moment. Very few people have auras that vocal.
And I watch as it flares up when Mizuki walks into the room, even though his body language is composed and his smile nothing more than friendly. He can't fool me. And I watch it dim down to nearly nothing when she pays more attention to Sano than to him.
I wish I could comfort him. Do something to soothe the pain he doesn't know I know about. But that would be overstepping my boundaries. Creepy, he'd probably call it. Though not cruelly. He doesn't do anything with cruelty.
When he looks at me, all smiles and friendship and love and cheer, his aura doesn't so much as waver. There are no flares of excitement or hope or pleasure, just neutral, normal friendship. The same aura he projects to Sekime or Noe.
I don't get excited. I don't wonder if his hand brushing mine was truly accidental or secretly on purpose. I don't wonder if his smile is a little brighter when it's directed at me or if maybe, just maybe, he feels the same. I don't have to wonder, because the facts are presented to me as clear as day.
Sometimes, I wish I could delude myself.
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title: Stagnant
fandom: Hanazakari no Kimitachi e (HanaKimi)
pairing: Nakao/Nanba
words: 206
rating: G
spoilers: ending special
I own every one of his magazines. I own three different printings of his movie, two in languages I don't understand. I have original prints from his first photo shoot with Akiha Hara. I have candid photos that were taken around the dorm and campus. I've composed the words I'd say, were I to run into him again. I go out of my way to walk by his place of work.
It's not as creepy as it sounds. I don't hide in bushes. I don't carry a camera around with me. I don't know where he lives, where he shops or whether or not he still prefers his breakfast western style. I'm not his official stalker.
I would like to say I've moved on. I'd like to say that I've grown as a person, found a new love. I'd like to say that looking at his photograph doesn't make my heart pound. I'd like to say a lot of things, but I try not to make a habit of lying. I'm beautiful, not shallow.
The truth of it is that he's my first love, last love and only love. Nanba Minami was, and still is, everything to me.
And I'm nothing but a memory to him.
edit, 11:05pm (3/2)
because it seems to be the trend to post comments in the comm entry
Tonight, I seem to be Mina of the unrequited love... well, not really (d'uh), but the drabbles are all onesided... yeah ^_^;; And I'm too lazy to look up little facts, so they'll get changed around, if need be, when I'm less lazy ^_^;;
Look! A fandom other than TRC!
title: Clear as Day
fandom: Hanazakari no Kimitachi e (HanaKimi)
pairing: Kayashima/Nakatsu
words: 233
rating: G
I can see his aura. Magnificent and colour-changing, as beautiful as he is. Fitting, I suppose. It moves with his moods, brightening and darkening from moment to moment. Very few people have auras that vocal.
And I watch as it flares up when Mizuki walks into the room, even though his body language is composed and his smile nothing more than friendly. He can't fool me. And I watch it dim down to nearly nothing when she pays more attention to Sano than to him.
I wish I could comfort him. Do something to soothe the pain he doesn't know I know about. But that would be overstepping my boundaries. Creepy, he'd probably call it. Though not cruelly. He doesn't do anything with cruelty.
When he looks at me, all smiles and friendship and love and cheer, his aura doesn't so much as waver. There are no flares of excitement or hope or pleasure, just neutral, normal friendship. The same aura he projects to Sekime or Noe.
I don't get excited. I don't wonder if his hand brushing mine was truly accidental or secretly on purpose. I don't wonder if his smile is a little brighter when it's directed at me or if maybe, just maybe, he feels the same. I don't have to wonder, because the facts are presented to me as clear as day.
Sometimes, I wish I could delude myself.
-----------------------------
title: Stagnant
fandom: Hanazakari no Kimitachi e (HanaKimi)
pairing: Nakao/Nanba
words: 206
rating: G
spoilers: ending special
I own every one of his magazines. I own three different printings of his movie, two in languages I don't understand. I have original prints from his first photo shoot with Akiha Hara. I have candid photos that were taken around the dorm and campus. I've composed the words I'd say, were I to run into him again. I go out of my way to walk by his place of work.
It's not as creepy as it sounds. I don't hide in bushes. I don't carry a camera around with me. I don't know where he lives, where he shops or whether or not he still prefers his breakfast western style. I'm not his official stalker.
I would like to say I've moved on. I'd like to say that I've grown as a person, found a new love. I'd like to say that looking at his photograph doesn't make my heart pound. I'd like to say a lot of things, but I try not to make a habit of lying. I'm beautiful, not shallow.
The truth of it is that he's my first love, last love and only love. Nanba Minami was, and still is, everything to me.
And I'm nothing but a memory to him.
edit, 11:05pm (3/2)
because it seems to be the trend to post comments in the comm entry