Would you call this...
Title- What would you call this?
Pairing- SuzakuXLelouch
Rating-Pg
Type- Drabble
Author-me
I got inspired to write this short drabble reading this fic by cou T_____T and i saw this image and was like
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I was also listening to the boku wa imouto ni koi wo suru main theme so i reccomend listening to that while reading this to get into the mood *sigh* now I'll shut up and let you read :)
Would you call this first love? The moment where you feel as though everything around you is nothing compared to this person you are faced with? Would you call this happiness being with the one person that is able to make your heart stop with one touch?
What would you call this?
“Suzaku…”
He’s breathing down my neck as I hold him tightly in my grasp. His timid body was quivering in my arms…his timid…heh…it scares me how skinny he is. It scares me how emotionless he was until now. It scares me to know that after tomorrow he won’t…exist. I had never felt so much despair and happiness before.
“Suzaku…”
This would be our last moment, our last moment to be together. The tears were streaming, crashing down, leaving it’s subtle but noticeable mark on my shoulder. His tears felt like tons of weight falling down onto me, creating this heavy feeling within my chest and stomach. Would you call this guilt?
Why was I so sad? I hated him, didn’t I? I loved Euphie, didn’t I? Wasn’t she my
first love?
But still…
“S-Suzaku…”
This boy crying in my arms, somehow has the power to me feel desperate, so desperate that I feel all self control escape me.
Would you call that your first love?
The ability to shred your entire shield and soul; revealing the broken pieces?
“I’m sorry…”
I tighten the embrace; digging my face into his slim, bony shoulder. I couldn’t speak; I didn’t know how to respond. There were so many things I wanted to say, however the words just wouldn’t come out.
His slender, graceful fingers slid gently through my hair and I clench my eyes shut. My whole body quivering under his touch, I don’t dare look at him. I can just imagine it, his deep violet hues gazing at me tenderly while at the same time full of poignant emotions. I coughed, the sharp tingle of guilt was piercing my heart.
Would you say that was your first love?
The ability to make you tremble with overwhelming happiness, with just one touch?
I press my forehead against his shoulder, all the mistakes are on reply in my mind, and that nagging question, what if asking same thing time and time again;
What if I didn't join the army...what if I followed you...would it be different?'
Different? Maybe, who knows.
His jumper was so baggy, it kind of amused me. He would always get annoyed because it would constantly slide down his shoulder.
No clothes ever fit him perfectly, they always hang off of him… well except for his Zero suit…
I mean, my Zero suit.
Would you call that happiness?
Simple moments like this?
“Ne, you’re crying…”
He whispered in his deep, rich voice. My eyes widened in realisation and I bit my lips so hard it almost bled trying to prevent my self from sobbing. My bottom lip quivering uncontrollably as well as my whole entire body.
"Let it out Suzaku...No...I mean Zero...
Those words pierce my heart and unconsciously I grab him, pulling him closer to me and I sobbed.
Does this really have to end? Does peace needed to be achieved this way? Isn't there any other way? If there is tell me, please tell me...
"You're sad aren't you?"
I shook my head and childishly, I bury my face deeper. He wraps his slim arms around my neck, his cheek resting on my hair. He smells so good, like roses, beautiful, fragile roses. He represents roses in many ways, his fragrance, his beauty, his fragile body; all resemble a rose. However, as you try to get closer to touch it, it cuts you with its thorns; he cuts you with his words and betrayal. Causing the cut to sting, causing the betrayal to hurt…and… even after all the lies, I know I can’t live without the thorns as well as the petals.
Would this be called your first love?
Noticing these subtle features and treasuring them…Needing them, as much as oxygen?
Silence appeared and all could be heard was the soft breathing of this boy comforting me as I cried. It wasn’t an awkward silence; but more of a treasuring silence. No words were needed to project how we felt; this was just enough. This was what we were content with.
But nonetheless…
“Lelouch…I…I lo…thank you…”
These words are just enough…for my first love…