Revelation
Her tear-stained face turned to the floor, watery beads of betrayl falling as if from a leaky faucet. She *was* a leaky faucet. Cracked, dusty, and persistently dripping.
"What's up?"
That simple question. It was all it took for that leaky faucet to break completely. She broke down, sobbing to the floor.
"What's up?"
A simple reply was not in store. how could such delicate, hurt emotions be put into simple words? How could she reply at all? The once calm question turned into a desperate demand.
"What's up?!"
She couldn't raise her head. Couldn't bear the shame of looking that person in the eye. That person she loved more than anyone in three worlds. That person, her only reason for living. Sobs shook her body, a gently hand on her shoulder only increasing them.
"What's wrong?"
That was a different question entirely. This one could be answered - but not with words.
Her arm moved almost robotically as she folded up the leg of her jeans. Revealed now were her inflicions of a self-hatred that ran so deep it scarred her body.
She felt naked, the feeling velocified as more of her wounds were revealed. A vulnerability multiplied her feelings of depression and anger. She felt she could explode - a leaky faucet turned human time-bomb.
The muscles in her face and neck seemed to take on a mind of their own. She didn't want to look at him, witness the shock and hell knows what other emotion ripple through those perfectly green eyes. She didn't want to hurt him in any way. Against her own will, she looked up and saw what she did not want to see.
"Botan..."
His voice was a hoarse whisper. Disbelief wrote itself across his flawless face, darkening his features uncharachteristically. She hated herself more for causing him this pain, hated seeing him this way.
"I'm so sorry..."
The voice speaking from her throat sounded nothing like her usual happy one. Instead it sounded sad and true, slicked with pain. And she *was* truly sorry.
Suddenly, she had regained control of herself. She couldn't let herself look at him anymore. Her guilty eyes were not worthy enough to glance at the perfection staring helplessly down at her. Her gaze returned to the floor, trying to take her mind off him.
But what was this? An arm was reaching out to touch hers gently, and she could tell he wasn't trying to hide the truth. That he was as lonely has she; That they shared depression and anger. And that his arm was just as bloody and guilty as her leg.
"I'm sorry, too."
(A/N In case that was too vague for some people, let me clear the haze of stupidity (sorry, I'm stealing Hiei's quotes...). Botan ('she') confessess to Kurama ('he') that she cuts herself, only to find out he does as well. Lovely, isn't it?)
Her tear-stained face turned to the floor, watery beads of betrayl falling as if from a leaky faucet. She *was* a leaky faucet. Cracked, dusty, and persistently dripping.
"What's up?"
That simple question. It was all it took for that leaky faucet to break completely. She broke down, sobbing to the floor.
"What's up?"
A simple reply was not in store. how could such delicate, hurt emotions be put into simple words? How could she reply at all? The once calm question turned into a desperate demand.
"What's up?!"
She couldn't raise her head. Couldn't bear the shame of looking that person in the eye. That person she loved more than anyone in three worlds. That person, her only reason for living. Sobs shook her body, a gently hand on her shoulder only increasing them.
"What's wrong?"
That was a different question entirely. This one could be answered - but not with words.
Her arm moved almost robotically as she folded up the leg of her jeans. Revealed now were her inflicions of a self-hatred that ran so deep it scarred her body.
She felt naked, the feeling velocified as more of her wounds were revealed. A vulnerability multiplied her feelings of depression and anger. She felt she could explode - a leaky faucet turned human time-bomb.
The muscles in her face and neck seemed to take on a mind of their own. She didn't want to look at him, witness the shock and hell knows what other emotion ripple through those perfectly green eyes. She didn't want to hurt him in any way. Against her own will, she looked up and saw what she did not want to see.
"Botan..."
His voice was a hoarse whisper. Disbelief wrote itself across his flawless face, darkening his features uncharachteristically. She hated herself more for causing him this pain, hated seeing him this way.
"I'm so sorry..."
The voice speaking from her throat sounded nothing like her usual happy one. Instead it sounded sad and true, slicked with pain. And she *was* truly sorry.
Suddenly, she had regained control of herself. She couldn't let herself look at him anymore. Her guilty eyes were not worthy enough to glance at the perfection staring helplessly down at her. Her gaze returned to the floor, trying to take her mind off him.
But what was this? An arm was reaching out to touch hers gently, and she could tell he wasn't trying to hide the truth. That he was as lonely has she; That they shared depression and anger. And that his arm was just as bloody and guilty as her leg.
"I'm sorry, too."
(A/N In case that was too vague for some people, let me clear the haze of stupidity (sorry, I'm stealing Hiei's quotes...). Botan ('she') confessess to Kurama ('he') that she cuts herself, only to find out he does as well. Lovely, isn't it?)