This is a little canon ficlet that may or may not (most likely the latter)
turn into something more. It's little more than a few paragraphs, but it
turned out okay… although it is very short (heck the quote is as long as
the fic!), I admit it right now. And I never really planned on posting it.
But, it just came out one day. ^_~
Imadoki! belongs to Watase Yuu
Phoenix
By Antigone, 2001
God help you if you are an ugly girl
'Course too pretty is also your doom
Because everyone harbors a secret hatred
For the prettiest girl in the room
And God help you if you are a phoenix
And you dare to rise up from the ash
A thousand eyes will smolder with jealousy
While you are just… flying… there.
~Ani Difanco
Yamazaki Tanpopo blinked large hazel eyes at the pretty bouquet of flowers sitting on her desk. For a moment she felt her heart sink, how long would it take before this shit stopped? How much would they put her through, the pushing, the spitting, the shunning, and now this… funeral flowers on her empty, graffiti covered desk.
It was enough to make her want to run away, but that wasn't what she wanted, it wasn't what they wanted. She felt sorry for them, really she did. To want of nothing, have all the money in the world, how could they understand the hollowness inside? The look she had seen in Kouki's eyes, the look of children who grew up denied everything real. Real love, real freedom, even real flowers.
A beautiful, genuine smile blossomed on the pretty girl's face. "Ooooh, how beautiful!" small hands cupped the flowers, "Are these for me?!" After all, meant as an insult or not, they were lovely, and Tanpopo missed the feel of the soft petals on her hands.
The murmurs of her classmates found her ears, she's so stupid. Doesn't she realize what that means? Giggling, tittering, even yelling at her, and beneath it all, frustrated groans when her tormentors realized they wouldn't make her cry.
No, they would never make her cry. Yamazaki Tanpopo wouldn't cry. It wasn't fearlessness, it was fear. When she was little, she was scared that once she started crying, she'd never stop. That she'd cry herself to death, choking on her tears and the longing to see her parents again, even one last time. Her mother's last words may have been 'Live and laugh' (and so she'd do just that) but that was not the only reason everyone who met her saw a clear smile and dry, bright eyes. And even when she was all alone, she could be happy, because she knew what it was like to be loved.
Tanpopo slowly traced the buds of the baby's breath in the vase. She felt as if, right then, the flowers before her were the only company she had in this whole cold, dirty city.
Her eyes sought out the figure of Kouki Kyougu, sitting silent and coldly at his desk. As Tanpopo watched his profile, she felt less and less alone as the seconds passed. He understood her feelings, although he wouldn't admit it. Did he know what it was like to be loved? To have a real friend?
_"Everyone's only friends with me for one reason! Because of my family, why should I think you are any different?! Leave me alone!"_
Almost hearing his defensive Kansai-ben in her ear, it became easier to smile and hum as she played with the flowers in the vase.
So, she'd give him a real friend, and teach him… to live, to laugh. To love. She'd teach them all.
Shutting her eyes, she inhaled the scent of the flowers.
"You'll help me, right?" she murmured to them, a small smile on her lips.
A warm breeze entered the classroom through an open window.
~yup, that's really The End
--; Wanna review me? Sure you do! You know you do! Um.. please?
Imadoki! belongs to Watase Yuu
Phoenix
By Antigone, 2001
God help you if you are an ugly girl
'Course too pretty is also your doom
Because everyone harbors a secret hatred
For the prettiest girl in the room
And God help you if you are a phoenix
And you dare to rise up from the ash
A thousand eyes will smolder with jealousy
While you are just… flying… there.
~Ani Difanco
Yamazaki Tanpopo blinked large hazel eyes at the pretty bouquet of flowers sitting on her desk. For a moment she felt her heart sink, how long would it take before this shit stopped? How much would they put her through, the pushing, the spitting, the shunning, and now this… funeral flowers on her empty, graffiti covered desk.
It was enough to make her want to run away, but that wasn't what she wanted, it wasn't what they wanted. She felt sorry for them, really she did. To want of nothing, have all the money in the world, how could they understand the hollowness inside? The look she had seen in Kouki's eyes, the look of children who grew up denied everything real. Real love, real freedom, even real flowers.
A beautiful, genuine smile blossomed on the pretty girl's face. "Ooooh, how beautiful!" small hands cupped the flowers, "Are these for me?!" After all, meant as an insult or not, they were lovely, and Tanpopo missed the feel of the soft petals on her hands.
The murmurs of her classmates found her ears, she's so stupid. Doesn't she realize what that means? Giggling, tittering, even yelling at her, and beneath it all, frustrated groans when her tormentors realized they wouldn't make her cry.
No, they would never make her cry. Yamazaki Tanpopo wouldn't cry. It wasn't fearlessness, it was fear. When she was little, she was scared that once she started crying, she'd never stop. That she'd cry herself to death, choking on her tears and the longing to see her parents again, even one last time. Her mother's last words may have been 'Live and laugh' (and so she'd do just that) but that was not the only reason everyone who met her saw a clear smile and dry, bright eyes. And even when she was all alone, she could be happy, because she knew what it was like to be loved.
Tanpopo slowly traced the buds of the baby's breath in the vase. She felt as if, right then, the flowers before her were the only company she had in this whole cold, dirty city.
Her eyes sought out the figure of Kouki Kyougu, sitting silent and coldly at his desk. As Tanpopo watched his profile, she felt less and less alone as the seconds passed. He understood her feelings, although he wouldn't admit it. Did he know what it was like to be loved? To have a real friend?
_"Everyone's only friends with me for one reason! Because of my family, why should I think you are any different?! Leave me alone!"_
Almost hearing his defensive Kansai-ben in her ear, it became easier to smile and hum as she played with the flowers in the vase.
So, she'd give him a real friend, and teach him… to live, to laugh. To love. She'd teach them all.
Shutting her eyes, she inhaled the scent of the flowers.
"You'll help me, right?" she murmured to them, a small smile on her lips.
A warm breeze entered the classroom through an open window.
~yup, that's really The End
--; Wanna review me? Sure you do! You know you do! Um.. please?