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[jan 27][Kare Kano] Ensorcelled
Title: Ensorcelled
Day / Theme: January 27 / No one takes your freedom
Series: Kare Kano
Characters: Tsubaki, Takefumi
Rating: G
“All right, that’s it,” Tsubaki said one day, after yet another snow storm. “Let’s go hiking in Peru.”
Of course, it was utter madness to suddenly announce that at dead of winter, with an impending blizzard looming in the week-long forecast. Spring semester classes were to start in less than a week, so there was the mad scramble of finding somebody to cover her classes while she went gallivanting off to Machu Picchu and who knew where. Takefumi followed, of course, though not so willingly in this instance.
Sleeping on the ground was nothing for him now, but there was something toxic about waiting interminable hours in the airport, amidst the influx of people coming, going, or like them, stuck. Tsubaki spent her time creating the lesson plans her assistant would soon be teaching in her place, if she wasn’t staring at the television or dozing off. Takefumi mostly dozed off and read, but see, his backside hurt now from sitting for too long.
“You’re being a baby, Takefumi,” she said, clapping him on the back. “That’s what happens when you’re too bony. You ought to work on getting more padding.”
“I am not going to gain fifty pounds just so you can use me as a throw pillow and call me marshmallow man.”
Not for the first time, Takefumi wondered what he was doing, trailing after this woman as she traipsed about the world. The irony of the situation was that he left Japan and his family in his pursuit of freedom from their mollycoddling and the emotional baggage he lugged behind from his childhood. Yet, he could never dissociate him from Tsubaki, an irremovable piece in his very make-up. She would never fetter him to her, but they moved together as if ensorcelled, always looking to the far horizon, not face to face, but side by side.
And perhaps, he could live with never having a claim on her, could live with sleeping on the dirty floor of Hartsfield-Jackson International as they waited for their thrice-delayed connecting flight to Lima. After all, as far away as she wandered when he dug his heels and stood still, she always came circling back to wait for him to catch up.
23:58
01272011
Day / Theme: January 27 / No one takes your freedom
Series: Kare Kano
Characters: Tsubaki, Takefumi
Rating: G
“All right, that’s it,” Tsubaki said one day, after yet another snow storm. “Let’s go hiking in Peru.”
Of course, it was utter madness to suddenly announce that at dead of winter, with an impending blizzard looming in the week-long forecast. Spring semester classes were to start in less than a week, so there was the mad scramble of finding somebody to cover her classes while she went gallivanting off to Machu Picchu and who knew where. Takefumi followed, of course, though not so willingly in this instance.
Sleeping on the ground was nothing for him now, but there was something toxic about waiting interminable hours in the airport, amidst the influx of people coming, going, or like them, stuck. Tsubaki spent her time creating the lesson plans her assistant would soon be teaching in her place, if she wasn’t staring at the television or dozing off. Takefumi mostly dozed off and read, but see, his backside hurt now from sitting for too long.
“You’re being a baby, Takefumi,” she said, clapping him on the back. “That’s what happens when you’re too bony. You ought to work on getting more padding.”
“I am not going to gain fifty pounds just so you can use me as a throw pillow and call me marshmallow man.”
Not for the first time, Takefumi wondered what he was doing, trailing after this woman as she traipsed about the world. The irony of the situation was that he left Japan and his family in his pursuit of freedom from their mollycoddling and the emotional baggage he lugged behind from his childhood. Yet, he could never dissociate him from Tsubaki, an irremovable piece in his very make-up. She would never fetter him to her, but they moved together as if ensorcelled, always looking to the far horizon, not face to face, but side by side.
And perhaps, he could live with never having a claim on her, could live with sleeping on the dirty floor of Hartsfield-Jackson International as they waited for their thrice-delayed connecting flight to Lima. After all, as far away as she wandered when he dug his heels and stood still, she always came circling back to wait for him to catch up.
23:58
01272011