A.N: Just a oneshot I decided to write. Not too sure what this was, exactly, but I simply chose the classification that made the most sense in regards to this theme/topic. If you don't agree, just say so. And don't be ashamed to make guesses; I purposefully made sure that no names were mentioned and very little description was offered to the people in this story for that purpose. Not to mention, this is likely an AU.
Disclaimer: I own nothing except my unidentifiable OCs and similarly vague plot. Guess and speculate to your hearts' content!
This is Jade Celandine, I hope you enjoy!
Updated: December 6, 2015: I just got a review that said second-person viewpoint was not allowed on this site, so I have edited accordingly. It doesn't sound nearly half as nice though... pity.
Butterfly Plain
I closed my eyes tiredly, admiring the feel of my work more than the sight of it (though admittedly, I was pleased with that too).
The aviary took some work to convert into what I needed, but five months and some stressful hours of moving had proven their reward. Basking in the faint breeze generated by thousands upon thousands of beating wings, I decided that it wouldn't be so bad to fall into a doze...
And all of the years seemed to fade away, and I was a child again, playing a rather violent game of tag with a boy who had lines too old for his face and another whose entire features were covered by a set of glasses and a coat. As though one were not dead and the other abandoned, sundered bonds all but flapping in the wind. No, all were home here, in a plain beyond all death and responsibility.
I dreamed peacefully, even as the boy who became a man slit my throat.
I launched into wakefulness, feeling the scar as though it were fresh. Looking frantically around as though he were there again, I simply shook my head and got up again to work. The past would remain in the past.
Years later, when I was training the only apprentice who was willing to listen to an old woman blather in the middle of teaching her how to handle the butterflies and birds, she asked me whether I loved him.
"Which one?" I questioned dryly.
"The one who tried to kill you," was the pert reply.
I only chuckled and patted her on the head as though she were twelve again. "He was an important person in my youth, if that was what you were trying to get to," I said as I delicately handled a scarlet Ageha. "I suppose you could say that I loved him then, but it doesn't matter anymore. After all, he's dead."
"Oh." My apprentice blushed with embarrassment, and ducked her head to continue on with her work.
I merely smiled an adult smile (full of joy and pain at once). Yes, I might have loved him once.
Maybe...
End.