Beautiful Dreamer
by Katie
Disclaimer: Lucrecia, Hojo, and Vincent aren't mine, unfortunantely.
Author's Note: *gasp!* A pro-Hojo fic from ME? The sky is falling! The sky is falling!
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Love isn't the fairy tale I dreamed of when I was a little girl. It's a far cry from the story books I swooned over at eight, or the romantic novels I graduated to as I got older. My knight in shining armor I always thought would be tall, dark, and handsome. I thought I had found him in Vincent Valentine, but while Vincent is kind and considerate, he's always so...cold. As if nothing could touch him. He listens to every word I say, but never responds. How does one have a meaningful conversation with a brick wall?
When I finally found my knight, he wasn't a knight, he didn't have shining armor, nor was he tall, dark, and handsome. It's a mystery why I love him so much. Few people even like, much less love, Professor Nagare Hojo.
But I do.
He's not a nice man. Like Vincent, he can be cold, even cruel. But whereas Vincent seems to care about nothing, Nagare brims with barely surpressed passion. He adores what he does, it consumes him. And he's brilliant, God is he brilliant. To be near him, to speak with him, is thrilling. He thinks in leaps and bounds, dreams beyond what is currently possibe and makes it happen. He is a dreamer, a rare kind of dreamer. He does not just dream; he makes his dreams real, no matter what the obstacle. When I'm around him, I feel like I can make my dreams a reality too.
Vincent is dead inside. I can't touch him, can't feel him, can't share with him. Oh, I could mouth the words, but could he understand the feeling? How could he? I adore my work; he does it for the paycheck. Though, to own truth, I'd be afraid of any Turk who truly enjoyed their work.
Nagare, though, I can share with. I do share with. We share a passion, we share a dream...we share a soul.
Our love isn't the kind you'd find in a storybook. But to me, it's the stuff dreams are made of.