In Her Eyes (Pretear, Hayate/Himeno, #19)
Title: In Her Eyes
Author: Candyland
Pairing: Awayuki Himeno/Hayate
Fandom: Pretear
Theme: #19-red
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: All characters are the property of Kaori Naruse. I claim none, I merely borrow them and take them to yummy shoes sales and put them through the horror of finding the perfect strappy sandal.
Himeno’s eyes are red.
They really suit her, you know.
Her eyes were the first thing I noticed about her…after I’d gotten over the fact that she had just come crashing into me from out of a hedge, of course. But I’ve never seen a glare like that before, and there have been many, many glares leveled my way in my time.
But hers-crimson eyes burning at me like living fire. If I wasn’t so irritated by the fact that she was calling me a peeping Tom and a pervert-quite loudly, in public, with no basis for such accusations-I might have actually had some pause at her look. Of course, it was only after this whole little display that I discovered she was the Pretear. Of course.
Needless to say, we didn’t like each other very much at first. Whenever we were around each other, I could feel those scarlet eyes slowly boring a hole in the back of my head. She got along with everyone else in the Leafe Knights, especially the children…except me.
I’ll say up front that I didn’t help matters any. Since the Takako incident, I’d slowly built up this wall around me. Cold and aloof. That was my philosophy. Keep myself distant, and then there wouldn’t be another repeat of that incident. Hajime might have been the Knight of Ice, but the walls I constructed to protect myself and those around me were as cold as winter snow.
And Himeno was there with her persistent fire. I shied away from it; it was a threat.
But then somewhere along the line, things changed.
Don’t ask me when. Don’t ask me why.
Sometimes these things just happen. Deal with it.
Instead of scorching the back of my head with that glowering power of hers…well, I could still feel her watching me, but it wasn’t quite so harsh. It felt more-is curious the right word? It’s the best one I can come up with. She was curious.
Never mind that I was trying to keep an eye on her myself, as discretely as possible. When I would look at her, I would see crimson. No long quite as scathing, but definitely no less fiery.
Her eyes really suit her.
When she ran away that time after the incident with the Princess of Disaster, when she found out she could no longer prêt…she cried then. Even as strong-willed and stubborn as Himeno was, she broke down in front of me. Rubies awash in an ocean of tears.
No, no, no, dammit!
Trying to get through to her then…it was damn near impossible. She was so scared, heartbroken. Crushed. I could feel her trembling, and for the life of me, I didn’t know what to do about it. And another chunk of melted ice fell from my walls.
I brought her home that night. But the flame had been snuffed just a bit. That frightened me. Without that fire, Himeno was nothing more than an empty shell. But I would never let her become a tool of Fenrir as Takako had become. She would not be the Princess of Sorrow. I would pull her back from that edge no matter what.
When we faced Fenrir, roles were reversed. She held me during that battle-I had used myself as a shield, refusing to step out of the prêt. That would let her get hurt, she whom I had sworn to protect with my life if necessary. Absolutely not. But I could barely move, it just hurt, hurt, hurt. I could feel myself bleeding, feel my Leafe and life slipping away from me…and she held me. She was crying again. Crying for me, this time.
…or had she been crying for me before, too?
All I could see were her eyes.
They do suit her so well…
I wanted to kiss her. If I could have moved enough to actually do it, I probably would have. It was all I wanted at that moment-I just wanted to know what that felt like, just that once. And at that point I was pretty sure that this would be my last chance to do so. My walls of ice were becoming very runny.
I did kiss her…but not until later, when there was no possible way for her to return it. Laying amidst flowers, her temper, her smile, and the crimson flame that also surged in her eyes. For one horrible moment, it was all gone. My walls had dissolved, and I gave in.
Should have known she wouldn’t stay down like that for long. She’s far too stubborn for that.
But how long has it been since that day? I’ve lost track, really. So much has happened since then.
Now I’m standing here, looking out the window, watching her. My wife. She’s sitting out in the yard, bouncing our daughter on her lap in the grass as they both enjoy the sunlight and warmth of spring. Seeing them together only drives home what I knew from day one: little Sakura is her mother’s daughter. She is so much like her mother-even has her mother’s eyes.
I’m grateful for that.
Himeno’s eyes are red.
The color of anger. Blazing internal fire. Strong will. Passion.
A burning flame that melted my walls of ice.
That is Himeno. Her eyes are red.
They suit her very well, I think.
PS. There are two color themes for this challenge, and I managed to do both of them about their eyes. How did that work out? (grumble) Not my fault his are “perfect blue” and hers are “red”… (grumble)
But anyway, yup,kept to the baby idea with a little Hayate POV. It just seemed like a good direction to take it and have it end up. Trust me, pretty sure Little Sakura will pop up again. Got nineteen themes left-it’ll come back. Hope you enjoyed the new story. Thanks everyone, and much love!
Author: Candyland
Pairing: Awayuki Himeno/Hayate
Fandom: Pretear
Theme: #19-red
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: All characters are the property of Kaori Naruse. I claim none, I merely borrow them and take them to yummy shoes sales and put them through the horror of finding the perfect strappy sandal.
Himeno’s eyes are red.
They really suit her, you know.
Her eyes were the first thing I noticed about her…after I’d gotten over the fact that she had just come crashing into me from out of a hedge, of course. But I’ve never seen a glare like that before, and there have been many, many glares leveled my way in my time.
But hers-crimson eyes burning at me like living fire. If I wasn’t so irritated by the fact that she was calling me a peeping Tom and a pervert-quite loudly, in public, with no basis for such accusations-I might have actually had some pause at her look. Of course, it was only after this whole little display that I discovered she was the Pretear. Of course.
Needless to say, we didn’t like each other very much at first. Whenever we were around each other, I could feel those scarlet eyes slowly boring a hole in the back of my head. She got along with everyone else in the Leafe Knights, especially the children…except me.
I’ll say up front that I didn’t help matters any. Since the Takako incident, I’d slowly built up this wall around me. Cold and aloof. That was my philosophy. Keep myself distant, and then there wouldn’t be another repeat of that incident. Hajime might have been the Knight of Ice, but the walls I constructed to protect myself and those around me were as cold as winter snow.
And Himeno was there with her persistent fire. I shied away from it; it was a threat.
But then somewhere along the line, things changed.
Don’t ask me when. Don’t ask me why.
Sometimes these things just happen. Deal with it.
Instead of scorching the back of my head with that glowering power of hers…well, I could still feel her watching me, but it wasn’t quite so harsh. It felt more-is curious the right word? It’s the best one I can come up with. She was curious.
Never mind that I was trying to keep an eye on her myself, as discretely as possible. When I would look at her, I would see crimson. No long quite as scathing, but definitely no less fiery.
Her eyes really suit her.
When she ran away that time after the incident with the Princess of Disaster, when she found out she could no longer prêt…she cried then. Even as strong-willed and stubborn as Himeno was, she broke down in front of me. Rubies awash in an ocean of tears.
No, no, no, dammit!
Trying to get through to her then…it was damn near impossible. She was so scared, heartbroken. Crushed. I could feel her trembling, and for the life of me, I didn’t know what to do about it. And another chunk of melted ice fell from my walls.
I brought her home that night. But the flame had been snuffed just a bit. That frightened me. Without that fire, Himeno was nothing more than an empty shell. But I would never let her become a tool of Fenrir as Takako had become. She would not be the Princess of Sorrow. I would pull her back from that edge no matter what.
When we faced Fenrir, roles were reversed. She held me during that battle-I had used myself as a shield, refusing to step out of the prêt. That would let her get hurt, she whom I had sworn to protect with my life if necessary. Absolutely not. But I could barely move, it just hurt, hurt, hurt. I could feel myself bleeding, feel my Leafe and life slipping away from me…and she held me. She was crying again. Crying for me, this time.
…or had she been crying for me before, too?
All I could see were her eyes.
They do suit her so well…
I wanted to kiss her. If I could have moved enough to actually do it, I probably would have. It was all I wanted at that moment-I just wanted to know what that felt like, just that once. And at that point I was pretty sure that this would be my last chance to do so. My walls of ice were becoming very runny.
I did kiss her…but not until later, when there was no possible way for her to return it. Laying amidst flowers, her temper, her smile, and the crimson flame that also surged in her eyes. For one horrible moment, it was all gone. My walls had dissolved, and I gave in.
Should have known she wouldn’t stay down like that for long. She’s far too stubborn for that.
But how long has it been since that day? I’ve lost track, really. So much has happened since then.
Now I’m standing here, looking out the window, watching her. My wife. She’s sitting out in the yard, bouncing our daughter on her lap in the grass as they both enjoy the sunlight and warmth of spring. Seeing them together only drives home what I knew from day one: little Sakura is her mother’s daughter. She is so much like her mother-even has her mother’s eyes.
I’m grateful for that.
Himeno’s eyes are red.
The color of anger. Blazing internal fire. Strong will. Passion.
A burning flame that melted my walls of ice.
That is Himeno. Her eyes are red.
They suit her very well, I think.
PS. There are two color themes for this challenge, and I managed to do both of them about their eyes. How did that work out? (grumble) Not my fault his are “perfect blue” and hers are “red”… (grumble)
But anyway, yup,kept to the baby idea with a little Hayate POV. It just seemed like a good direction to take it and have it end up. Trust me, pretty sure Little Sakura will pop up again. Got nineteen themes left-it’ll come back. Hope you enjoyed the new story. Thanks everyone, and much love!