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31_days2011-01-08 10:49 pm
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[Jan 8][Hana Yori Dango] On Her Fingers
Title: On Her Fingers
Day / Theme: Jan 8 / Tomorrow I will have no shame
Series: Hana Yori Dango
Character(s) / Pairing: Yuki, Sojiro
Rating: PG-13
The gilding on the bedside table was minutely detailed to mimic the blushing shade of each petal shyly peeping from a rosebud, newly opening. They looked velvety, exquisite, but she knew one touch would reveal a cold and hardness that would shatter the illusion.
Today, there was no such pretension. Yuki was wide-awake and fully aware she was not in the midst of a dream. That fact didn’t bother her, because she also knew that it wasn’t part of a business transaction nor was it an act of charity kindly handed by virtue of acquaintance. This was an agreement between friends, to grasp the moment and live each second to the fullest.
The pain of first joining was tearing and poignant, for all that it didn’t represent, but it was just pain, and it vanished gradually and torturously to fade into a barely hidden ache.
That, too, would fade in time.
Yuki knew, first hand, that entering their world was near impossible; she was there to see all that Tsukushi had suffered through. Still, the notion echoed every girl’s dream (admitted willingly or not) of being plucked out of obscurity to marry a man who had everything. She had no such wish. That illusion existed outside the pure, despairing adoration she had for this boy, who claimed he wasn’t a good man. While she had not earned the right to convince him otherwise, one day, she hoped, he would come to terms to the fact that he is. And she would smile and wish him well, on the day when finally has his ichigo ichie, and depart from the moment newly complete.
(Because she couldn’t believe there was but one for anybody, call it misnomer, miscomprehension from her average brain, certainly not for him.)
Her ichigo ichie moment would end in the morning, when sunlight finally encroaches the tiny spaces in the heavy drapes that enclosed time to this single moment. Tomorrow, she would let go and remember the feel of it on the pads of her fingers, the back of her knees, the arches of her feet, remember it as long as necessary to forget.
“What are you thinking?” he asked, curious just for the sake of being curious. “Did my delivery of the Prince of Dreams Package exceed all your expectations?”
It would likely define all else the rest of her life, but she didn’t tell him this.
“Y-you might have missed a spot,” she said with a boldness that she was, in fact, feeling.
“How remiss of me,” he murmured. “Where?”
A spot in the small of her back, she pointed, and several other places. He laughed and graciously filled all wants.
“You know,” he said, much later. “If you can tutor the virgin girl in your exacting ways, we’d have the beast tamed and caged.”
“Nishikado-san!” she shrieked in amused embarrassment at the thought of her friend and his friend in such positions---ironic, considering the position she was in with their friend.
People, she supposed, were strange like that. She let the thought pass.
Tomorrow morning, she would touch the burnished rosebud on the bedside table and remember that no magic was woven in that room, no high destiny fulfilled. The moment would stay there, wherever else the whirl of life and love led, stay there in that moment, on the pads of her fingers.
End 22:20 01082011
Oh, Yuki. :( Her face when she runs up all those long stairways makes me... The manga moment seems so happy, but still… “Good writing” dictates that their moment stays like that, nothing dragging behind and cleanly cut like her hair, but the fangirl refuses to accept it. D:
I couldn’t remember how Sojiro’s voice goes for the life of me, so I just infused him with all the powers of playboy I could scrounge up.
Day / Theme: Jan 8 / Tomorrow I will have no shame
Series: Hana Yori Dango
Character(s) / Pairing: Yuki, Sojiro
Rating: PG-13
The gilding on the bedside table was minutely detailed to mimic the blushing shade of each petal shyly peeping from a rosebud, newly opening. They looked velvety, exquisite, but she knew one touch would reveal a cold and hardness that would shatter the illusion.
Today, there was no such pretension. Yuki was wide-awake and fully aware she was not in the midst of a dream. That fact didn’t bother her, because she also knew that it wasn’t part of a business transaction nor was it an act of charity kindly handed by virtue of acquaintance. This was an agreement between friends, to grasp the moment and live each second to the fullest.
The pain of first joining was tearing and poignant, for all that it didn’t represent, but it was just pain, and it vanished gradually and torturously to fade into a barely hidden ache.
That, too, would fade in time.
Yuki knew, first hand, that entering their world was near impossible; she was there to see all that Tsukushi had suffered through. Still, the notion echoed every girl’s dream (admitted willingly or not) of being plucked out of obscurity to marry a man who had everything. She had no such wish. That illusion existed outside the pure, despairing adoration she had for this boy, who claimed he wasn’t a good man. While she had not earned the right to convince him otherwise, one day, she hoped, he would come to terms to the fact that he is. And she would smile and wish him well, on the day when finally has his ichigo ichie, and depart from the moment newly complete.
(Because she couldn’t believe there was but one for anybody, call it misnomer, miscomprehension from her average brain, certainly not for him.)
Her ichigo ichie moment would end in the morning, when sunlight finally encroaches the tiny spaces in the heavy drapes that enclosed time to this single moment. Tomorrow, she would let go and remember the feel of it on the pads of her fingers, the back of her knees, the arches of her feet, remember it as long as necessary to forget.
“What are you thinking?” he asked, curious just for the sake of being curious. “Did my delivery of the Prince of Dreams Package exceed all your expectations?”
It would likely define all else the rest of her life, but she didn’t tell him this.
“Y-you might have missed a spot,” she said with a boldness that she was, in fact, feeling.
“How remiss of me,” he murmured. “Where?”
A spot in the small of her back, she pointed, and several other places. He laughed and graciously filled all wants.
“You know,” he said, much later. “If you can tutor the virgin girl in your exacting ways, we’d have the beast tamed and caged.”
“Nishikado-san!” she shrieked in amused embarrassment at the thought of her friend and his friend in such positions---ironic, considering the position she was in with their friend.
People, she supposed, were strange like that. She let the thought pass.
Tomorrow morning, she would touch the burnished rosebud on the bedside table and remember that no magic was woven in that room, no high destiny fulfilled. The moment would stay there, wherever else the whirl of life and love led, stay there in that moment, on the pads of her fingers.
End 22:20 01082011
Oh, Yuki. :( Her face when she runs up all those long stairways makes me... The manga moment seems so happy, but still… “Good writing” dictates that their moment stays like that, nothing dragging behind and cleanly cut like her hair, but the fangirl refuses to accept it. D:
I couldn’t remember how Sojiro’s voice goes for the life of me, so I just infused him with all the powers of playboy I could scrounge up.