He Needs Me
Summary: A POV from someone usually overlooked about someone famous.
Disclaimers:
Imitating the introduction for the television show "The Pretender":
There are writers among us, geniuses with the ability to put into words anything they want.
In 1999, Hana to Yume magazine released compilations of the serialized shojo manga known as Yami No Matsuei created by Yoko Matushita, which introduced us to the world of Tsuzuki Asato.
Then one day I saw it on AXN as an anime.
I don't own "Yami No Matsuei " or "The Pretender". They were created by geniuses.
Please do not sue. No money made out of this.
Thank you.
Warnings:
Possible spoilers.
Read at your own risk.
Try guessing who is speaking as you read along.
I have known him for so long.
I know his most trivial habits.
I know how he slides on his coat as he goes out the door and the way he slips it off.
I have been with him for decades, yet always there is a wall between us. We almost broke that wall once but we both held back, now it is always there.
I know my place. He knows his.
I watch him. I look for the hidden cues he gives. I am ready if he needs me to come. I am like a shadow until he needs me.
I pride myself in being able to take care of him, without a spoken word.
I have breakfast laid out for him. He still insists in adding his own touch, gladly there are no guests. It wouldn't be good for them.
I return to the shadows until he needs me again. He knows I am there, but more importantly he knows I will not intrude.
He will go to face another day at work, to fight another battle of life and death. He fights so hard at times. He sometimes pulls off what has been labeled as impossible, but in his line of work there is no room for error. There is no such thing as being close enough.
He appears unaffected by any failure but it is all part of the job. He knows he can't appear shaken when he goes off to meet the next case as he must unavoidably do.
He demands perfection, which works for him and against him at the same time.
He is at the top of his field but he actually hates his job, his passions lie elsewhere.
He doesn't show it. He has a well-crafted facade, honed by years of practice.
He is always careful as to how he presents himself.
"That would never do."
"That is not proper."
"That is not good enough."
"Only the best."
"Perfect."
He has a very fine form. The bearing of his bloodline... a bearing lost in this modern age except for the very old families of pride and tradition.
Someone I could never be; but at least I can tell myself I am one of those who formed him.
I have seen him lose his temper, it wasn't very becoming, that rare moment. He doesn't like losing control.
I hear the soft ringing of the phone and I answer.
It seems I can do so little for him, but I know that he needs me.
I know.
I did after all save his life.
"Yes, I will be right there."
Owari
So how many of you guessed correctly? At what point?
Don't scroll any further unless you need to check your answer.
I
hope
I
misled
enough
readers.
I
hope
I
gave
enough
space
before
the
answer.
I wrote this thinking of Sakaki the butler of Muraki.
Is there any other fic posted around here from Sakaki's POV?
Hey
someone's
cheating
scrolled
down
to
the
very
end
to
get
answers.
You have spoiled yourselves.
Oh well I hope you enjoyed reading it anyway.
Summary: A POV from someone usually overlooked about someone famous.
Disclaimers:
Imitating the introduction for the television show "The Pretender":
There are writers among us, geniuses with the ability to put into words anything they want.
In 1999, Hana to Yume magazine released compilations of the serialized shojo manga known as Yami No Matsuei created by Yoko Matushita, which introduced us to the world of Tsuzuki Asato.
Then one day I saw it on AXN as an anime.
I don't own "Yami No Matsuei " or "The Pretender". They were created by geniuses.
Please do not sue. No money made out of this.
Thank you.
Warnings:
Possible spoilers.
Read at your own risk.
Try guessing who is speaking as you read along.
I have known him for so long.
I know his most trivial habits.
I know how he slides on his coat as he goes out the door and the way he slips it off.
I have been with him for decades, yet always there is a wall between us. We almost broke that wall once but we both held back, now it is always there.
I know my place. He knows his.
I watch him. I look for the hidden cues he gives. I am ready if he needs me to come. I am like a shadow until he needs me.
I pride myself in being able to take care of him, without a spoken word.
I have breakfast laid out for him. He still insists in adding his own touch, gladly there are no guests. It wouldn't be good for them.
I return to the shadows until he needs me again. He knows I am there, but more importantly he knows I will not intrude.
He will go to face another day at work, to fight another battle of life and death. He fights so hard at times. He sometimes pulls off what has been labeled as impossible, but in his line of work there is no room for error. There is no such thing as being close enough.
He appears unaffected by any failure but it is all part of the job. He knows he can't appear shaken when he goes off to meet the next case as he must unavoidably do.
He demands perfection, which works for him and against him at the same time.
He is at the top of his field but he actually hates his job, his passions lie elsewhere.
He doesn't show it. He has a well-crafted facade, honed by years of practice.
He is always careful as to how he presents himself.
"That would never do."
"That is not proper."
"That is not good enough."
"Only the best."
"Perfect."
He has a very fine form. The bearing of his bloodline... a bearing lost in this modern age except for the very old families of pride and tradition.
Someone I could never be; but at least I can tell myself I am one of those who formed him.
I have seen him lose his temper, it wasn't very becoming, that rare moment. He doesn't like losing control.
I hear the soft ringing of the phone and I answer.
It seems I can do so little for him, but I know that he needs me.
I know.
I did after all save his life.
"Yes, I will be right there."
Owari
So how many of you guessed correctly? At what point?
Don't scroll any further unless you need to check your answer.
I
hope
I
misled
enough
readers.
I
hope
I
gave
enough
space
before
the
answer.
I wrote this thinking of Sakaki the butler of Muraki.
Is there any other fic posted around here from Sakaki's POV?
Hey
someone's
cheating
scrolled
down
to
the
very
end
to
get
answers.
You have spoiled yourselves.
Oh well I hope you enjoyed reading it anyway.
