Alphabet Vignette - D
Title: D is for Drapetomania
Fandom: Gravitation
Pairing: Mika-centric, Mika x Tohma
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Hm…romance, I suppose, and a touch of angst.
Disclaimer: Gravitation and its characters do not belong to me.
A/N: 12 of 26. Set pre-series.
Drapetomania: an intense desire to run away from home
It was all too damn much for Mika to take.
When Eiri first returned from New York, he couldn’t even get to sleep at night without her sitting at his bedside. But this morning when she asked him what he wanted for breakfast, he looked at her like she was the lowest scum on the planet, and said he wasn’t hungry and she should leave him the fuck alone.
Tatsuha was hiding cigarettes in the garden, and was smoking them whenever their father was too busy to notice. He was talking about motorcycles and girls, saying anything he thought would catch their brother’s attention and impress him. He made some remark about New York, like he’d been there himself, and Eiri had lunged at him, pinned him to the wall, and Mika had to pull them apart-had to listen to their father yell at her for letting her brothers get too rowdy. And the only thing he was doing to help was praying.
She couldn’t do this alone. She shouldn’t have to.
She couldn’t take it.
She had to get out.
She stuffed her favorite clothes and books and necklaces into a suitcase, dragged the suitcase behind her as she strode quickly through the halls of the temple, threw open the front door and ran straight into the fair-haired, slim person who was standing at the door, mid-knock. She sent both of them tumbling onto the ground, her suitcase falling open and spilling its contents about them. Mika sat up quickly, brushing hair out of her face to glare down at the visitor.
“What the hell are you doing here?” She hissed, quite unkindly.
Tohma blinked at her, looking fairly comical-she would have laughed, had she been in a better mood-and sat up, retrieving his hat, which had ungracefully fallen off.
“I-came to see you.” He faltered, confused as to why she was looking like she wanted to bite his head off. “I was hoping we could discuss something.”
Mika scowled as she gathered up her things, making a point to ignore him as he watched her and cleared his throat.
“Mika-san-”
“I don’t have time to talk to you,” she snapped. “I’m leaving.”
“Leaving?” Tohma’s brow furrowed in confusion. “Where are you going?”
“Somewhere,” she muttered. “Anywhere. Away from here.” She stood and gave him a dirty look. “It’s your fault, too. You’re the one who took him to America.”
“Oh.” Tohma frowned in understanding and averted his eyes. “Mika-san, you know I never meant for…all that to happen. I was hoping that I could make up for everything-”
“You think you can just make up for-”
“No! No,” Tohma held up his hands defensively. “That isn’t what I meant.” He lowered his hands and sighed. “Perhaps this isn’t the best time.”
“You think?” She didn’t care if she was acting cruel; she had to get out of this place. She couldn’t bear to see her family like this.
Tohma watched quietly as she packed up her suitcase again and then asked, “You really want to leave?” He set his jaw determinedly when she nodded her head. “Then come to Tokyo with me.”
She stopped trying to close her close-to-bursting suitcase and looked at him with her eyes narrowed, this time in suspicion and slight disbelief.
“What? What for?”
“Come to Tokyo. Marry me.” He shrugged lightly when she allowed her eyes to go a little wide, her lips parting. “You said you wanted to leave. I came here today intending to propose. This wasn’t the way I had imagined doing it, but-”
“You want to marry me?” She asked, her previous hiss of fury replaced with barely a whisper.
“Of course.”
“And you’ll-” She paused and swallowed hard. “You’ll take me to Tokyo?”
“Yes. If that’s what you want.”
Her suitcase fell open again as she abandoned it completely, flinging her arms around Tohma’s neck, eyes filling with grateful tears.
“Thank you,” she whispered, feeling him return her sudden embrace. “Thank you.”
It wasn’t love, not yet, but it was the closest thing to it that Mika had experienced in a long while. And as long as it would carry her away, she would accept it.
Fandom: Gravitation
Pairing: Mika-centric, Mika x Tohma
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Hm…romance, I suppose, and a touch of angst.
Disclaimer: Gravitation and its characters do not belong to me.
A/N: 12 of 26. Set pre-series.
Drapetomania: an intense desire to run away from home
It was all too damn much for Mika to take.
When Eiri first returned from New York, he couldn’t even get to sleep at night without her sitting at his bedside. But this morning when she asked him what he wanted for breakfast, he looked at her like she was the lowest scum on the planet, and said he wasn’t hungry and she should leave him the fuck alone.
Tatsuha was hiding cigarettes in the garden, and was smoking them whenever their father was too busy to notice. He was talking about motorcycles and girls, saying anything he thought would catch their brother’s attention and impress him. He made some remark about New York, like he’d been there himself, and Eiri had lunged at him, pinned him to the wall, and Mika had to pull them apart-had to listen to their father yell at her for letting her brothers get too rowdy. And the only thing he was doing to help was praying.
She couldn’t do this alone. She shouldn’t have to.
She couldn’t take it.
She had to get out.
She stuffed her favorite clothes and books and necklaces into a suitcase, dragged the suitcase behind her as she strode quickly through the halls of the temple, threw open the front door and ran straight into the fair-haired, slim person who was standing at the door, mid-knock. She sent both of them tumbling onto the ground, her suitcase falling open and spilling its contents about them. Mika sat up quickly, brushing hair out of her face to glare down at the visitor.
“What the hell are you doing here?” She hissed, quite unkindly.
Tohma blinked at her, looking fairly comical-she would have laughed, had she been in a better mood-and sat up, retrieving his hat, which had ungracefully fallen off.
“I-came to see you.” He faltered, confused as to why she was looking like she wanted to bite his head off. “I was hoping we could discuss something.”
Mika scowled as she gathered up her things, making a point to ignore him as he watched her and cleared his throat.
“Mika-san-”
“I don’t have time to talk to you,” she snapped. “I’m leaving.”
“Leaving?” Tohma’s brow furrowed in confusion. “Where are you going?”
“Somewhere,” she muttered. “Anywhere. Away from here.” She stood and gave him a dirty look. “It’s your fault, too. You’re the one who took him to America.”
“Oh.” Tohma frowned in understanding and averted his eyes. “Mika-san, you know I never meant for…all that to happen. I was hoping that I could make up for everything-”
“You think you can just make up for-”
“No! No,” Tohma held up his hands defensively. “That isn’t what I meant.” He lowered his hands and sighed. “Perhaps this isn’t the best time.”
“You think?” She didn’t care if she was acting cruel; she had to get out of this place. She couldn’t bear to see her family like this.
Tohma watched quietly as she packed up her suitcase again and then asked, “You really want to leave?” He set his jaw determinedly when she nodded her head. “Then come to Tokyo with me.”
She stopped trying to close her close-to-bursting suitcase and looked at him with her eyes narrowed, this time in suspicion and slight disbelief.
“What? What for?”
“Come to Tokyo. Marry me.” He shrugged lightly when she allowed her eyes to go a little wide, her lips parting. “You said you wanted to leave. I came here today intending to propose. This wasn’t the way I had imagined doing it, but-”
“You want to marry me?” She asked, her previous hiss of fury replaced with barely a whisper.
“Of course.”
“And you’ll-” She paused and swallowed hard. “You’ll take me to Tokyo?”
“Yes. If that’s what you want.”
Her suitcase fell open again as she abandoned it completely, flinging her arms around Tohma’s neck, eyes filling with grateful tears.
“Thank you,” she whispered, feeling him return her sudden embrace. “Thank you.”
It wasn’t love, not yet, but it was the closest thing to it that Mika had experienced in a long while. And as long as it would carry her away, she would accept it.