Disclaimer: Don't own Ayashi no Ceres or any of the characters.
AN: This is a short fic that I wrote after re-watching the last episode of Ayashi no Ceres. XD Anyways, it is rather angsty (not too much so), and this is a one shot. Enjoy!
Slowly
He's dead.
Touya is dead.
Yes, it's exactly what we were expecting, but that doesn't mean that it didn't strike Aya like a big fat lightning bolt.
"He told me to move on, and I have. He told me to love you, so I do!" she would always tell me, with that smile plastered on her face.
But I knew the truth.
I'm not deaf. I can hear the sobs from down the hall where her room is, the ones she emits only when she thinks that no one else is listening. I hear the name she cries. I know she lies to me to keep me happy, but I can see her suffering, see her wasting away.
"I love you Yuuhi," she would tell me, but that certain spark is lacking from her eyes, that true emotion called love is missing.
I know she only does it for Chidori. Only Chidori. If it weren't for that child, then she would not pretend the way she does.
His words come back and haunt me every now and then. "Aogiri. I. might not live very long. Aya knows this. One year. or two years. or more. I don't really know. But. when that time comes."
I felt the unspoken words flow out in his solemn nod. He wanted me to take care of Aya and her, as of then, unborn child, Chidori.
"Aya, I need to talk to you about something," I said solemnly, approaching her one-day when she was in the garden.
"Yes, Yuuhi?" she asked curiously, turning around with that forced smile plastered on her face again.
"Aya, this is serious. About Touya." I trailed off, seeing her eyes darken considerably.
"Mama! Papa!" Chidori cried ecstatically, running up and hugging me from behind.
"Chidori." I saw her eyes soften and fill with that expression that she never showed me. "Come here baby." I saw Chidori walk over and enter her mother's warm embrace.
I then realized how much I wanted to be Chidori at that moment. I envied the small child being enveloped in her mother's welcoming arms.
So, here I am, envying, a small, innocent child and a dead man. Pathetic.
I can relate to Aya, though. I lost the real Chidori, and every time I hear that name, my heart wrenches.
I know that no matter how well she pretends, she can't fool herself, and I can't fool myself.
We're just two lost people clinging to the other, and drowning. Slowly. slowly.
AN: This is a short fic that I wrote after re-watching the last episode of Ayashi no Ceres. XD Anyways, it is rather angsty (not too much so), and this is a one shot. Enjoy!
Slowly
He's dead.
Touya is dead.
Yes, it's exactly what we were expecting, but that doesn't mean that it didn't strike Aya like a big fat lightning bolt.
"He told me to move on, and I have. He told me to love you, so I do!" she would always tell me, with that smile plastered on her face.
But I knew the truth.
I'm not deaf. I can hear the sobs from down the hall where her room is, the ones she emits only when she thinks that no one else is listening. I hear the name she cries. I know she lies to me to keep me happy, but I can see her suffering, see her wasting away.
"I love you Yuuhi," she would tell me, but that certain spark is lacking from her eyes, that true emotion called love is missing.
I know she only does it for Chidori. Only Chidori. If it weren't for that child, then she would not pretend the way she does.
His words come back and haunt me every now and then. "Aogiri. I. might not live very long. Aya knows this. One year. or two years. or more. I don't really know. But. when that time comes."
I felt the unspoken words flow out in his solemn nod. He wanted me to take care of Aya and her, as of then, unborn child, Chidori.
"Aya, I need to talk to you about something," I said solemnly, approaching her one-day when she was in the garden.
"Yes, Yuuhi?" she asked curiously, turning around with that forced smile plastered on her face again.
"Aya, this is serious. About Touya." I trailed off, seeing her eyes darken considerably.
"Mama! Papa!" Chidori cried ecstatically, running up and hugging me from behind.
"Chidori." I saw her eyes soften and fill with that expression that she never showed me. "Come here baby." I saw Chidori walk over and enter her mother's warm embrace.
I then realized how much I wanted to be Chidori at that moment. I envied the small child being enveloped in her mother's welcoming arms.
So, here I am, envying, a small, innocent child and a dead man. Pathetic.
I can relate to Aya, though. I lost the real Chidori, and every time I hear that name, my heart wrenches.
I know that no matter how well she pretends, she can't fool herself, and I can't fool myself.
We're just two lost people clinging to the other, and drowning. Slowly. slowly.