A Kodomo No Omacha fanfic - copyright laws apply.
Email : silver_dreams10@yahoo.com
Webpage : www.geocities.com/ainoshrine
Fic completed : April 07, 2001
Comments : yeah, I suppose this is rather strange. But please review anyway. ^^
Finding you - by Iris C
Love. A word of content, joy, wrath and sorrow. I was once asked if I had ever been in
love. Without hesitation, I bragged on about Rei, my true love and pimp. Everyone stared in awe
whenever I ran into Rei, giving him kisses on the cheek ...everyone that is, except you. Sometimes
I wonder Hayama, wonder why you are always against the current, why you insist to swim
upstream. Until day by day reality slaps me in the face, and you stood with your nonchalant
'I told you so's.
I didn't like you very much. It was as simple as that. Everything I did you contrast;
everything I say you shrug off; every time I won I lost. I never understood why you hold such
spite for the world. Not until I found you at the park...alone at night, with your cold hamburger
and your hazel eyes, drowned and lost by your surroundings. Has it always been like this
Hayama? Tell me...I'll understand, but I won't. I had been surrounded with adulation all my life,
while you were left in desolation, where arrows of hatred stings your very soul. Does it hurt
Hayama? Tell me. Does it hurt... and if it does, why don't your ever show it? Are you afraid that
if you do, every facade you painted will melt away? Are you afraid that if you do, you will have
nothing left?
Hayama, I wish I had never met you. I perceived the world cascaded by sunlight before
you, maybe too much cartoons, maybe too much fortune. But you, you were like the thunder,
constantly reminding me of the consequences, constantly berating me with your 'bakas'. Who did
you think you were anyway? You were the boss monkey, the bully who wrecked the classroom.
Why do you always end up as the shrew one? You are merely 11, like the rest of us. Why are
your eyes always so calm, yet burned with raging fire that burned me along with it. Why did I
play with fire? Why did you come to me, despite all your problems? Why are you always there,
when no one was there for you? Why are you not crying? Cry Hayama, you have every right. Cry
Hayama, and I'll cry with you.
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Email : silver_dreams10@yahoo.com
Webpage : www.geocities.com/ainoshrine
Fic completed : April 07, 2001
Comments : yeah, I suppose this is rather strange. But please review anyway. ^^
Finding you - by Iris C
Love. A word of content, joy, wrath and sorrow. I was once asked if I had ever been in
love. Without hesitation, I bragged on about Rei, my true love and pimp. Everyone stared in awe
whenever I ran into Rei, giving him kisses on the cheek ...everyone that is, except you. Sometimes
I wonder Hayama, wonder why you are always against the current, why you insist to swim
upstream. Until day by day reality slaps me in the face, and you stood with your nonchalant
'I told you so's.
I didn't like you very much. It was as simple as that. Everything I did you contrast;
everything I say you shrug off; every time I won I lost. I never understood why you hold such
spite for the world. Not until I found you at the park...alone at night, with your cold hamburger
and your hazel eyes, drowned and lost by your surroundings. Has it always been like this
Hayama? Tell me...I'll understand, but I won't. I had been surrounded with adulation all my life,
while you were left in desolation, where arrows of hatred stings your very soul. Does it hurt
Hayama? Tell me. Does it hurt... and if it does, why don't your ever show it? Are you afraid that
if you do, every facade you painted will melt away? Are you afraid that if you do, you will have
nothing left?
Hayama, I wish I had never met you. I perceived the world cascaded by sunlight before
you, maybe too much cartoons, maybe too much fortune. But you, you were like the thunder,
constantly reminding me of the consequences, constantly berating me with your 'bakas'. Who did
you think you were anyway? You were the boss monkey, the bully who wrecked the classroom.
Why do you always end up as the shrew one? You are merely 11, like the rest of us. Why are
your eyes always so calm, yet burned with raging fire that burned me along with it. Why did I
play with fire? Why did you come to me, despite all your problems? Why are you always there,
when no one was there for you? Why are you not crying? Cry Hayama, you have every right. Cry
Hayama, and I'll cry with you.
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End
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