Not mine. Just Read.
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Seeing You Won't Make Me Cry
~By Shimegami-chan
http://www.shimegami.com/ichijouji
...and so, despite every effort I made to kill the urge, I find myself writing another one of these if simply to mock the people who didn't appreciate the last. :P And guess what--I've SEEN Frontier this time, so I'm off to a better start. Henceforth these little humor blurbs will take place in a mini-universe created by me called Izushirou-kai. This is a final, desperate effort to stave off every coupling but Junzumi and retreat into my fantasy world where I can no longer fluctuate between Jyoushirou, Mishirou, Kenshirou, Taishirou, and every other -shirou I can think of. There is no Kouzumi, no Takazumi, no Tomozumi, no Kouizumi; here there is only Izushirou. Embrace it.
I never was one who
knew what to say
I wait for you
to ruin my day
I sit here thinking
how it will end
but seeing you won't make me cry
I wonder what I could have done, to make things turn out differently?
Everywhere in this tiny apartment, I can sense you. I see your summer clothes in my dresser, and the china that you picked out in the cupboard. I often stare at the paintings we received as wedding gifts. It seems so long ago...
Even if it was an arranged marriage, Izumi, I always thought the very best of you. To tell you the truth I never disagreed with my parents over their choice--you were a sweet girl, kind, and though we never thought alike I respected every decision you made. All except for the last.
We parted on good terms--I suppose you never thought I'd actually have feelings for you, did you? You weren't unhappy because of me, or even the family name I forced upon you. It didn't take much to figure out why; although I was blind to most such hints my experiences with Taichi, Yamato, Mimi and the other more savvy Chosen should have taught me the signs. Perhaps because of my feelings for you, I never recognized the feelings you had for him.
Imagine, another Chosen relationship. There were certainly enough in our ragtag little band, and breakups galore. I never wanted any part of that. Did you? Maybe because the man you chose in the end was so hopelessly devoted to you, you could overlook my fear. Now the fear is not that I could not show my feelings toward you, but that I cannot conceal them.
Cue Wedding Day Number Two. This one's voluntary, Orimoto-san.
I cannot leave this apartment where I can still feel you. What will you wear? Not the same dress you wore to our wedding. The guests in attendance will be different. Will it be a Western-style wedding? You insisted on the last.
I tore up my invitation.
They wouldn't turn the ex-husband away, if I finally decided to go. After all, it was a marriage of convenience...right?
I wait for you
to ruin my day
I should go, if only to see your radiant smile. I would throw rice and cheer for you both, because I should. I would drive you to Registration to replace "Izumi" with "Shibayama" on your driver's license. Won't you be pleased? You never liked the double name anyway. I could give you my blessing, even though the divorce certificate lies like a death warrant beside the bed we shared. I could do that all with a smile...right?
I could leave this place and go to you right now, and watch you turn that smile upon him.
I should.
I could.
...couldn't I?
because seeing you won't make me cry...
~end
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Shi: Junzumi/Izushirou will prevail~!
HUGE thanks to Cyber, who wrote the song I borrowed for the insert/title, and Gaia for betaing/just being there/choosing the couple. :P Love you guys!
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Seeing You Won't Make Me Cry
~By Shimegami-chan
http://www.shimegami.com/ichijouji
...and so, despite every effort I made to kill the urge, I find myself writing another one of these if simply to mock the people who didn't appreciate the last. :P And guess what--I've SEEN Frontier this time, so I'm off to a better start. Henceforth these little humor blurbs will take place in a mini-universe created by me called Izushirou-kai. This is a final, desperate effort to stave off every coupling but Junzumi and retreat into my fantasy world where I can no longer fluctuate between Jyoushirou, Mishirou, Kenshirou, Taishirou, and every other -shirou I can think of. There is no Kouzumi, no Takazumi, no Tomozumi, no Kouizumi; here there is only Izushirou. Embrace it.
I never was one who
knew what to say
I wait for you
to ruin my day
I sit here thinking
how it will end
but seeing you won't make me cry
I wonder what I could have done, to make things turn out differently?
Everywhere in this tiny apartment, I can sense you. I see your summer clothes in my dresser, and the china that you picked out in the cupboard. I often stare at the paintings we received as wedding gifts. It seems so long ago...
Even if it was an arranged marriage, Izumi, I always thought the very best of you. To tell you the truth I never disagreed with my parents over their choice--you were a sweet girl, kind, and though we never thought alike I respected every decision you made. All except for the last.
We parted on good terms--I suppose you never thought I'd actually have feelings for you, did you? You weren't unhappy because of me, or even the family name I forced upon you. It didn't take much to figure out why; although I was blind to most such hints my experiences with Taichi, Yamato, Mimi and the other more savvy Chosen should have taught me the signs. Perhaps because of my feelings for you, I never recognized the feelings you had for him.
Imagine, another Chosen relationship. There were certainly enough in our ragtag little band, and breakups galore. I never wanted any part of that. Did you? Maybe because the man you chose in the end was so hopelessly devoted to you, you could overlook my fear. Now the fear is not that I could not show my feelings toward you, but that I cannot conceal them.
Cue Wedding Day Number Two. This one's voluntary, Orimoto-san.
I cannot leave this apartment where I can still feel you. What will you wear? Not the same dress you wore to our wedding. The guests in attendance will be different. Will it be a Western-style wedding? You insisted on the last.
I tore up my invitation.
They wouldn't turn the ex-husband away, if I finally decided to go. After all, it was a marriage of convenience...right?
I wait for you
to ruin my day
I should go, if only to see your radiant smile. I would throw rice and cheer for you both, because I should. I would drive you to Registration to replace "Izumi" with "Shibayama" on your driver's license. Won't you be pleased? You never liked the double name anyway. I could give you my blessing, even though the divorce certificate lies like a death warrant beside the bed we shared. I could do that all with a smile...right?
I could leave this place and go to you right now, and watch you turn that smile upon him.
I should.
I could.
...couldn't I?
because seeing you won't make me cry...
~end
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Shi: Junzumi/Izushirou will prevail~!
HUGE thanks to Cyber, who wrote the song I borrowed for the insert/title, and Gaia for betaing/just being there/choosing the couple. :P Love you guys!