Drabble E: Eternal
Title: With Nothing Above Us
Rating: T
Genre: Romance/Angst
Cu/Au: Au
Pairings or Characters: Renge and who…?
Warnings: Tell me in time for the next contest.
Summary: When you struggle with friendship, you struggle with love.
They say friendship is eternal, that friendship lasts forever.
And I certainly thought so, when I was still friends with you.
***
We met by accident in the hall, on the brightest day of summer.
The best time to meet you, now that I think about it, but it didn’t seem that way at the time.
‘Excuse me,’ you say, brushing past me roughly.
Was that an accent?
I stare after you disappearing down the corridor, a whip of yellow fabric and the sound of running footsteps.
So we have a transfer student, I muse, overhearing the twins complain.
‘She scares me,’ one of them admits, wafting dust from your hurried departure.
***
‘You scare me a little too,’ I admit, when you finally sit next to me on the couch, quietly sipping a cup of tea. ‘Your favourite host is Fujioka Haruhi. Mine as well.’
With a dreamy smile, you launch into a panegyric that somehow disturbs me, turning what we have into something so common.
‘Let’s start a journal all about the Host Club!’
The proposal draws the interest of other girls around you, until I’m the only one sipping tea.
I stare at you, interrupted.
***
‘What a success! I never thought they would sell that many!’
We’re in a classroom now, poring over some stupid ledger.
But we’re alone, and that’s what counts.
I watch the afternoon light dance in your eyes and they flash when you turn.
‘You don’t come to the Host Club… why?’
Do you still want to know that?
I shrug and tell you that the club is not for me, not anymore.
‘That’s a shame,’ you say. ‘If you ever want to come back, I’ll be sure to put in a good word!’
‘Whatever for?’ I ask; just to test you.
‘Because they’d forgive you.’
I want to scream, 'I don’t want that!'
Though all you see is the first smile I’ve formed since leaving the Host Club.
***
You turn on the fountain and water flows like an arc into the basin.
We’re outside, alone, with nothing above us.
So why do I feel like a thousand eyes are watching...
Oblivious, you bend your head to the fountain and drink from the arc.
I try not to shake with frustration.
‘Renge, do you like me? Do you care for me at all?’
And those hazel eyes look at me, bright with a million futures.
Then one of them goes out.
I hide my tears in the fountain, feeling the water numb my sobbing face.
While you leave me, I pretend that, somewhere, this was a kiss.
And that we're alone, with nothing above us.
Rating: T
Genre: Romance/Angst
Cu/Au: Au
Pairings or Characters: Renge and who…?
Warnings: Tell me in time for the next contest.
Summary: When you struggle with friendship, you struggle with love.
They say friendship is eternal, that friendship lasts forever.
And I certainly thought so, when I was still friends with you.
***
We met by accident in the hall, on the brightest day of summer.
The best time to meet you, now that I think about it, but it didn’t seem that way at the time.
‘Excuse me,’ you say, brushing past me roughly.
Was that an accent?
I stare after you disappearing down the corridor, a whip of yellow fabric and the sound of running footsteps.
So we have a transfer student, I muse, overhearing the twins complain.
‘She scares me,’ one of them admits, wafting dust from your hurried departure.
***
‘You scare me a little too,’ I admit, when you finally sit next to me on the couch, quietly sipping a cup of tea. ‘Your favourite host is Fujioka Haruhi. Mine as well.’
With a dreamy smile, you launch into a panegyric that somehow disturbs me, turning what we have into something so common.
‘Let’s start a journal all about the Host Club!’
The proposal draws the interest of other girls around you, until I’m the only one sipping tea.
I stare at you, interrupted.
***
‘What a success! I never thought they would sell that many!’
We’re in a classroom now, poring over some stupid ledger.
But we’re alone, and that’s what counts.
I watch the afternoon light dance in your eyes and they flash when you turn.
‘You don’t come to the Host Club… why?’
Do you still want to know that?
I shrug and tell you that the club is not for me, not anymore.
‘That’s a shame,’ you say. ‘If you ever want to come back, I’ll be sure to put in a good word!’
‘Whatever for?’ I ask; just to test you.
‘Because they’d forgive you.’
I want to scream, 'I don’t want that!'
Though all you see is the first smile I’ve formed since leaving the Host Club.
***
You turn on the fountain and water flows like an arc into the basin.
We’re outside, alone, with nothing above us.
So why do I feel like a thousand eyes are watching...
Oblivious, you bend your head to the fountain and drink from the arc.
I try not to shake with frustration.
‘Renge, do you like me? Do you care for me at all?’
And those hazel eyes look at me, bright with a million futures.
Then one of them goes out.
I hide my tears in the fountain, feeling the water numb my sobbing face.
While you leave me, I pretend that, somewhere, this was a kiss.
And that we're alone, with nothing above us.