A/N: LALALALALALA. WHAT? I DIDN'T POST YESTERDAY OR TODAY FOR MY DAILY DRABBLE?! Well, to tell the truth, this and the next chapter, "Dark", was supposed to be posted yesterday and today as a daily drabble. However, I got too into the angst, and made them longer..much longer than they should be. It's not my fault, OKAY?! WRITING ANGST MAKES ME HAPPY. XD Anyway, this is going to be a two-shot, featuring Chrome, Hibari, and their somewhat dysfunctional relationship. Enjoy, and don't forget to revvieeeww~

Prompt: Light
Character/Pairing: 9618. Chrome-centric.
Rating: K+

"I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I-
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference."

-The Road Not Taken, by Robert Frost

LIGHT: The Path She Walks

Choices. It seems as though no matter where she went, no matter what path she walked, she was always thrown choices to make. To take the hand, or to push away? To walk away, or to stay?

Choices, choices, choices. They made her life so much harder than it was already. Each and every time, she tried to make the "right" choice, to pick the "right" answer. As if it was just a test, as if there was a right answer.

The first time around, she was given a choice— die as just another piece of the superficial society, or to live as something worth so much more. Wasn't it obvious what the right answer was? She took the hand that reached out to her, knowing that he would just use her but still taking it. And even though there were so many bumps on the road because of this, she never regretted her choice.

Given another choice to walk away unharmed, she chose to stay and fight with her family. She wasn't going to bite the hand that fed her— and besides, they needed her. They actually needed her. That was the second time in her life that anybody actually needed her. She was happy. And so, despite all the cuts and bruises that littered her body, she still didn't regret her decision.

No matter what happened to the family, she would always smile and comfort them. While everyone else was plagued with indecision and regret, she morphed from the quiet girl into a beacon of light. She had only one eye, but it seemed that she could see better than anyone else. Because she knew— she knew that in their world, there was no time to feel regret or indecision. What decisions they did make, they had to stick it out. Because that was how choices worked.

She never regretted a single decision she made. Even if nothing good came out of it.

But if she allowed herself one regret, it would be dancing to his tune. Out of all the members in the family, it was only him, always him, who never looked the other way. Just like her, he never regretted a single action he committed, never wondered "What if?" on one of those dark, lonely nights.

They were so similar, but so different.

She tried to look at everything in a brighter light, because their world was too dark for gloomy thoughts. He was cold and cynical, seeing it for what it was without any sugar-coating. She smiled no matter how hard the times were, and he never smiled even on his best days.

And even though they were so different, they were happy together....or as happy as they could be.

Even then....even though they were "happy", she wondered. She wondered on those nights, alone in the dark while waiting for him to back, whether or not this was the right choice. She never regretted anything she did, but sometimes....sometimes on those lonely, cold nights, she allows herself a few moments of uncertainty.

But even so, when he finally comes home, drenched in another man's blood, she smiles and welcomes him back. She cleans his shirt as best as she can without a word, because that's just who he was. And she made the choice to love him for who he was.

Only once. Only once did she selfishly give in to her feelings. He was leaving, yet again, for whatever he planned to do. He wasn't going to come back till dawn. And that's if he even comes back.

It was only for a second. Only for a second did she try to stop the inevitable. He was just about to step out of the door...and he was stopped.

There was a pale, frail hand clinging onto his jacket, trembling. He paused, not turning around, waiting for her to say what he knew she was trying to say.

He knew. He knew how much it hurt her every night when he leaves without a word.

"....."

What was she supposed to say? Just like her, he doesn't look back on the choices he made. He won't turn around, won't go back on his decision. And who was she to make him quit? She realized from the moment she grabbed his jacket that it was a futile attempt.

And so, she released her hold on the skylark's wings a second before he brushed her hand away.

"....Be safe."

That was all she said. And that was enough. Because in their world of broken dreams, that was all she could say. She won't be any more selfish than this.

As long as he did come home, she'd be happy.

The brighter the light, the darker the shadow is.

If so, she'll shine as brightly as she can. So long as he was happy, she would be happy too. And so, she'll continue as his beacon of light.

She'll support him till her last breath. Because that was her choice. Her last answer on the test.

And she won't regret it, no matter how much it hurts.

So what'd you guys think? Love it? Hate it? IS ANGST AWESOME?! XD Of course it is. Ahem. -shoots anyone who says angst is bad-.

Oh, and regarding the the fact that I haven't updated "The Sociopathic Skylark, and then Some"...IF YOU'RE STILL ASKING THIS QUESTION, THEN YOU DIDN'T READ THE A/N ON THE TOP! HUMPH! YOU BAD PERSON! DX

Oh, and REVIEW. OR I RAPE HIBARI. 8D

Oh, and I'll be posting up Dark in about...either 2-3 hours or tomorrow. Yupyup.