written last year, April 2007. (looks like i've been away from the fandom too long... )
ZoSan. I'd like to think SanZo, really, because it's fun that way.
Parallel universe? Maybe. Maybe not.
I really should be finishing "Lie To Me" instead of drawing and writing these chimera things that are halfway between poetry and prose. And quite cliché, really. -swtdrp-
oh, and yeah, there is art (remove the spaces, numbers at the end are included in the link): kuroneko-luna. deviantart. com /art/Spring-Dreams-56147338
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Spring Dreams
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Sometimes, Zoro would dream of walking under sakura trees in full bloom.
Endless black branches swathed in pink-white that fluttered and rustled and whispered teasing dreams to him.
And in that exact moment when a light breeze would blow and everything would be blurred pink and white—
As though he wasn't among trees—
As though he was walking into a place that didn't exist at all—
He'd catch a glimpse of something moving from the corner of his eye, and a flash of something gold.
And he'd turn his head, too fast, too soon and the world of pink blossoms would swirl—
Too fast, like rushing water, like white-streaked wind.
Like a surge of pink-tinted mist.
And he'd close his eyes against the flash of swirling petals, spinning world.
And when he opens them again, the only thing he'd see, veiled in the soft curtain of pink petals and the frame of black boughs, was the blonde-haired blue-eyed fox—
Who smiled at him like he knew the secrets of his very soul.
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