Summary: His calloused and soft hands. His silky shirt. Our death, our freedom. The perfect paradise. Can be considered sequel to 'Rest in peace, my beloved'.
Rating: K+ (seriously, I'm becoming worried.. my ratings are going down everytime I write something.. o.O)
Pairing: Implied CrossAllen (what's gotten into me? recently I've only written IMPLIED pairings.. sheesh..)
Disclaimer: Minä en omista D.Gray-mania enkä yhtäkään sen hahmoista. Vain juonen. (trans. I don't own D.Gray-man or any of its characters. Only the plot.) (pst! For those wondering, that's Finnish..)
Warning(s): Umm, kind of silent here now.. I guess, there's the implied yaoi.. And well, I dunno.. Maybe something else but nothing that you couldn't handle I'm sure :)
A/N: Hah! For the first time in years Demion climbs up from the angst-ridden hole she's called home for almost as long as she can remember.. :D Okay, that aside, I tried writing something that would be happy and positive and as was expected I failed miserably(I really tried for the happy bubble. I really did!).. -sigh- So, basically, I read chap 169(I know it's old news now) and felt I should write something happy that could possibly fit there and see where it lead me.. -le sigh again- Anyways, try and enjoy, loves, yeah?
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Perfect paradise
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The way his touch felt was something that couldn't be explained. It was just one of those things you just know even after a decade or a millennium. There was nothing really excellent or special about it but it just was there.
I hope for a brief moment that no-one saw us but then those fingers are caressing my cheek again and I can only drown in the calloused softness.
"Why'd you do that? You knew I wasn't dead." the voice rumbled as soft and calm as I remembered. I only mumble something unintelligent into his shirt before burying my head even further to the silk heaven that's also known as his shirt.
I thank God (funny thing, that) for Maria's hiding ability for now is when we need it the most. The Order will soon come and try to find my body. Rouvelier would have a field day with it. He'd love to be able to study my body. At that thought I let out a dark chuckle. This action earns me a questioning sound and I know he has his delicate eyebrow raised.
"Just thinking about how this'll ruin the Inspector's day." After that and some thinking he actually bursts out laughing.
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There were about fifty finders and scientists and those three trying to find my body. Rouvelier of course was overseeing everything so that nothing would be missed.
I though have the best place that I could've ever wanted. I can observe their fruitless search and be in the safety of my love's arms at the same time. This wasn't even the best thing, the best thing was that we could practically go anywhere we wanted and never be found.
That's what I'd call perfect paradise.
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A/N: Gaah!! It's SHORT!! But my happy bubble died.. -sigh- Anyways, on a random side note-track-whatever, would you guys want to read my try in writing a Laven or will I be doomed (what the hell? o.O) to be a CrossAllen writer for the rest of my pitiful existence, also known as life?
Oh, and please, please, PLEASE, review!! I feel really uncertain about this so I'd like to know if you want to pummel me to death for ruining a good angst pairing or will you hug me to death(really positive, I die in both cases) for giving them some happiness.