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Another! I actually wrote this one a while back aswell as a few others. I hope you enjoy it, it's a tad long. *Smile* Have a lovely day!
Drabble: #16 Behind the Blue Curtain
Words: 304
Strange.
His tongue darted out, wetting his dry lips. His eyes darkened.
What was he thinking about? What was so frustrating?
Her palm supported her chin, her eyes never leaving his bent, lean figure.
Mamoru was very smart; Motoki-san had told her.
Evidently, he knew how to annoy her.
He drank coffee, black.
He was a University student.
He was wealthy; she had been told that when she met him.
But, how did he get that way? What did his parents do? How was he raised? When he threw his hurtful words at her, what was he actually thinking? Was it all in anger or annoyance?
Did he want children?
Was he happy? Was he sad? What caused the longing expression that crossed his features when a family entered the arcade? Why did he come to the arcade? What had started his friendship with Motoki-san? Were they always friends? Or just in University?
What did he see in girls? Did he notice the looks of ‘awe’ that were constantly being thrown at him from passing girls? Their giggling?
What was his favourite flavour of milkshake?
Could he cook? Did he enjoy school?
Did he have a girlfriend? Had he ever? Did he even like girls?
What was his mother like? Was his mother as beautiful as Usagi had imagined?
Did he notice her when they weren’t arguing? Could he feel her staring? Could he read her mind? Was she annoying him even now in her silence? Was she his frustration? Did he ever wonder about her?
She sighed, stirring her strawberry milkshake.
So many unanswered questions raced through her mind.
She longed to go behind it and to reveal everything in one swoop.
Oh, to sit and be able to ask anything.
To go behind the blue curtain of mystery that was Mamoru Chiba.
Yay! I have anoter one on it's way to, just have to get it out of my head. Stubborn little... *cough*... *smile!*
Drabble: #16 Behind the Blue Curtain
Words: 304
Strange.
His tongue darted out, wetting his dry lips. His eyes darkened.
What was he thinking about? What was so frustrating?
Her palm supported her chin, her eyes never leaving his bent, lean figure.
Mamoru was very smart; Motoki-san had told her.
Evidently, he knew how to annoy her.
He drank coffee, black.
He was a University student.
He was wealthy; she had been told that when she met him.
But, how did he get that way? What did his parents do? How was he raised? When he threw his hurtful words at her, what was he actually thinking? Was it all in anger or annoyance?
Did he want children?
Was he happy? Was he sad? What caused the longing expression that crossed his features when a family entered the arcade? Why did he come to the arcade? What had started his friendship with Motoki-san? Were they always friends? Or just in University?
What did he see in girls? Did he notice the looks of ‘awe’ that were constantly being thrown at him from passing girls? Their giggling?
What was his favourite flavour of milkshake?
Could he cook? Did he enjoy school?
Did he have a girlfriend? Had he ever? Did he even like girls?
What was his mother like? Was his mother as beautiful as Usagi had imagined?
Did he notice her when they weren’t arguing? Could he feel her staring? Could he read her mind? Was she annoying him even now in her silence? Was she his frustration? Did he ever wonder about her?
She sighed, stirring her strawberry milkshake.
So many unanswered questions raced through her mind.
She longed to go behind it and to reveal everything in one swoop.
Oh, to sit and be able to ask anything.
To go behind the blue curtain of mystery that was Mamoru Chiba.
Yay! I have anoter one on it's way to, just have to get it out of my head. Stubborn little... *cough*... *smile!*