Author's Note: First Eye shield 21 fanfiction, if the Hiruma/Mamori isn't obvious enough for you, well...Subject change. These are based off haiku written by Izumi Shikibu.
Disclaimer: I neither own Eye shield 21, nor the poetry of Izumi Shikibu
Please Read: These two vignettes are told in reverse. From what happened last to what happened first.
"The dewdrop
on a bamboo leaf
stays longer
than you, who vanish
at dawn"
-Izumi Shikibu
Like dew he dissipated that morning. There was no arched eyebrow. No bottle blond hair. None of the those long fingers that touched her so intimately, so briefly before.
Not even a grin to remember him by. How could it be true then? The answer is it never was.
Faker than rubber bullets, Mamori admits to herself. She retires in the back ground, and sighs.
I didn't need him anyway. It never happened.
She tells herself this over and over like a monk would a mantra. She cooks, she cleans up, and showers.
She blends back into the gray, blends back into Mamori-neechan. Sister, best friend, protector.Yes that's what she is, and even he can't change that.
She tells herself that it wasn't real and that it never happened, but she can't help but feel that the coldness of those sheets was real. Of that pillow.
And that's it...?