Anata ga Ita Kara
Disclaimer: I don't own Final Fantasy: Unlimited. Or Akai Kiri. Or Shiroi Kumo. Or any of the quotes from the 50lovequotes community. The term Cloudshipping belongs to me, and my obsession is mine. Don't sue me on anything, or I'll feed you to my muses.
Note: While I haven't actually gotten approval for this on LJ yet (the mods are surely busy with that Real Life thing I keep hearing about), this story doesn't want to wait for however many months it will take them to give me the go-ahead. It wants to be written now. Hence, the 50 oneshots and drabbles will be written and posted on FF-Net first. Story information, including summaries, ratings, and which theme is being used, will be included inside each fic for the reader's convenience. Enjoy.
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Theme: 01 – "I would go anywhere to get to you, so why is it that all you have to do is smile to get to me?"
Rating: T
Summary: Life isn't fair. Kiri's not sure whether it's arbitrary or someone up there is out to get him, but he does know that much.
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"Niisama, what's wrong?" Kumo asked, looking over his shoulder and blinking innocently at his brother.
"Nothing," Kiri said. Everything, he thought bitterly.
Kumo stared at him for a moment or two as if wondering if Kiri was really telling the truth, then shrugged and looked away.
What's wrong, Kiri thought bitterly, what's wrong is that I can't trust myself around you anymore. I want you. I want you so bad it's killing me. I constantly dream of doing things to you that—you're twelve, for heaven's sake, and I want to… what's wrong is, I… you're… we're, we're—we have the same blood and this can never work and I can't stop wanting you. And I'm sick with it. If I can't even stop myself from crying your name when I touch myself, how can I trust myself not to do something to you that I'll regret?
This is so screwed-up.
"Niisama…"
"I said, it's nothing," Kiri said tiredly.
"Then, would you mind, um… helping me with some of my swordwork?" Kumo asked, lowering his head a little and peeking up at his brother out of wide, imploring green eyes.
As if Kiri could ever resist a face like that. "No problem," he answered immediately, then inwardly sighed.
"Thank you." Kumo gave Kiri his sweetest, most glowing smile. Kiri's heart melted as his belly turned over, twisting with badly stifled pangs of longing.
…I hate my life.
Owari.