Author's blabbering: Okay… So this is a set of drabbles I've created during the last few months while stuck in my PolSci class. Yes, I support the pairing Kurogane x Tomoyo because they have this weird chemistry that I really like. If you DON'T like this pairing, then I suggest you stop reading RIGHT NOW. Isn't that why I already posted the pairing up front? I don't need to receive criticisms from those who don't actually know why I'm supporting this pairing. Each of us is entitled to our own opinions and pairings. If there's one thing I hate, it's someone who says my works suck just because they don't like the pairing I support.
I'll be probably be updating this regularly since these are from my entries in Livejournal's 52 Flavors.
Disclaimer: I don't own Tsubasa: RESERVoir CHRoNICLE nor its lovely characters.
The Sound He Hated
He always had hated her laughter. That annoying, irritating sound she called as laughter. The same laughter that continuously mocked and teased him. The same one she used when she knew she's right, when she'd win over him or even when she's plotting another mischief, to tease him again perhaps. Her laughter meant confidence and strength for him. But it was also that same laughter, that exact melody of life, she uses to try and hide her emotions behind a mask.
It was perfect. No one could notice it. No one could differentiate what was real and what was forced. But he knew; he could see through her. She might not admit it but he knew. He always did.
Many a time, she would laugh that laughter of hers that not once had reached her eyes. But after that joyful sound had faded, another emotion would replace that blank look in her eyes, a familiar and painful one. It was neither anger nor sorrow. Not even devastation. He knew it was hurting her but never had he asked her about it. She would never answer him honestly anyway.
And so, he would keep wondering how one such emotion could affect someone like her so strongly, how she could manage to keep it and hide it and continue laughing without a care to the world. He would never know.
"Why, Kurogane, are you thinking deeply? I must call Souma and tell her that you're sick!" Her melodious voice sliced though his thoughts like a knife and he looked up at her.
She laughed her famous laughter again and he merely grunted and glared in response. Yes, he always had hated her laughter.