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Hello again, I've been in a writing frenzy these last couple of days. Now I present for your viewing pleasure my first ever songfic! This is based around the song Drowned by the brilliant musician Tim Minchin. It is a Ryou x Ichigo fic, so if you don't dig the pairing turn away now. Also the characters are way OOC. I don't think its a big problemo though. Please enjoy.


Your love is like fingernails on a chalkboard.
Your love is like falling overboard.
An breakdown on the motorway.
A heart-attack on Christmas Day.
Like scaling a cliff then falling off
Like trying not to cough

Inside a pink, castle shaped cafe; two figures stood screaming abuse at each other. The man had short, blonde hair and happened to be shirtless, while the young red-headed woman covered her eyes and yelled about his perverseness...

Your love is like sand inside a bathing suit.
Your love is like a symphony with the sound on mute.
A letter sent to the wrong address.
Or red wine on a wedding dress.
Like broken bones in my playing hand
Like trying to swallow sand

Later that day, the two figures were once again snapping at each other, the girl slumped in a heap on the floor; mashed up cake and broken plates surrounding her. The blonde was going on about damages, with the addition of frequent uses of the word baka. In response the girl was bawling her eyes out and retorting with even more frequent cries of jerk...

Your love is like one last breath of salty air.
Your love is like a map that leads to nowhere.
A wine glass on a concrete floor.
The overuse of metaphor.
The straight ahead in a sideways glance
Like the misstep in a dance

That evening as the other employees filed out of the store, the blonde stopped her specifically and pulled her off to one side. She complied unwillingly, expecting extra chores or another round of abuse. Instead he led her to the kitchen; where a table was laid out for a romantic dinner, for two.

He pulled out her chair, as he took in her flushed expression. "Consider this my apology." He spoke the words softly, but their effect was immediate; she looked up at him, confused. "Your apology for what?"
"For the things that I've done to you, and what about to do."
"What are you abo..." Her question was cut off as he gently leant across the table, and pressed his lips against hers. After feeling her resistance crumble he pushed slightly harder, and she was kissing him back. He could almost feel the blush radiating over her cheeks. After a few moments more they broke apart, he opened his mouth to say something but found her finger pressed to his lips. "Why would you think that you needed to apologise for that?"

Cos I didn't see this one coming, now I'm in too deep
I didn't see this one coming, now I'm in too deep
I think I'll just keep swimming down
There's no point in turning around.

The sunrise the next morning found them lying, bodies pressed together, out on the grassy clearing behind the cafe...

I'm Drowned
I'm Drowned...


Anyway I hope you enjoyed this please leave a review. They compel me to write more...