Current mood:	embarrassed
Current music:	112 - Cupid

So.. five cups of steaming black coffee later...
So two hours after I submit my fic challenge, I went on a rampage.
I made coffee, sat myself down, opened notepad, and let the death
of writing lure me in.

It's utter... nonsense.
What is it about? I don't know.
What's the point? I just like to see Shimako and Sei together! XD

Okay, I'm sorry, stop throwing rocks at me.

Author: Me.
Title: Untitled.
Pairing: SeiXShimako.
Rating: G. Well, I guess since it has HINTED homosexuality it should be PG?
Words: 445




There she is, arms collected before her breasts, her hair
waving ever so slightly from the faint wind.

Onee-sama’s usual stance by the window.

She looks like a sculpture, a sculpture that we only learn
of through art history books, the sculptures of goddesses
from Classical Greek. Her eyes downwardly slanted, her nose
perfectly shaped, and her thin lips, carefully held together
in a thoughtful grace.

She looks everything of a goddess.

The way the sunlight splashes upon her hair, the way the
shadows play about her profile, her beauty unmatched by
anything I have ever seen. She is even more beautiful than
the day I met her under the rain of Sakura petals.

And I wonder what she's thinking of, what thoughts crosses
her mind, and whether or not I'm ever included in those
thoughts.




And here I am, all the way across from her, a table's length
between us; not daring to call out to her, frightened to
snap her away from her silent seclusion.

She calls me strong, she calls me independent, yet, without
her I am nothing. I am weak, I am insecure, I am lonely.




The distance between us, what can I do to ... get closer?

To explore, to discover... to love.

But will she accept me for who I really am?




"Shimako?" The sudden call of my name startles me. I look up
quickly from my seat.

"Y-yes, onee-sama?" Her eyes are still fixed upon the afar,
and her arms remain collected before her.

And then she turns, gray gaze focusing on me. It's rather rare,
to have her look at me, that is. Usually, her eyes are set on
that empty pathway leading up to the Rose Mansion, or on the other
members of the Yamayurikai, but never on me.

"What are you thinking about?" She inquires, tilting her head to
the side. "I want to know."

"You." I sputter.

and then i feel the temperature rise to my cheeks and all of a
sudden the controlled facade breaks and i don't know what to do
and all i want is to run away from her away from this room and
away from everything

But she smiles.

"Good."

I try to mimic her smile, but I know mine is just a lopsided twist
of my lips. But her eyes are warm, tender to be exact, that my
embarrassment vanishes as if it's never been there.

The silence between us settles the fast paced beatings of my
heart, and I slowly ease into the silence like I had preivously.

... only to find her disturbing it once more, setting my cheeks
in flames, again.

"Because I was thinking about you, too."





Thanks. :)
It's always bothered me how little these two interacted. They
obviously care for each other deeply(not romantically, as much
as I would like it in my fevered thoughts), and yet they don't
INTERACT.

But when they do, I love it.
*sigh* I'm hopeless.

Gokigenyou.