Whitewashed
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Prompt: 73 Whitewash (Livejournal, fanfic100)
Yuki is reading a class-assigned book, The Adventures of Tom Sawyer, if he saw it right. Michel, with his tendency to read aloud, gleefully broadcasts whichever section he happens to be on, currently the conning of local children into whitewashing the fence.
How wonderful it must be to be a fence, to have all dirt, all blemishes cast over by a gleaming white surface, a façade of perfection, with all it's wooden splinters safely painted over, smooth and shining. Pure.
Of course, covering up the blemishes with white doesn't mean they're gone, just hidden. The concept is disgustingly familiar (after all, they were living as florists). He supposed though, that there were some things that would be too dark, or nasty to paint over. Like say, a hole, or a black spot. No matter how much one tried to whitewash it, the dark blotch, the gaping emptiness was still there.
Chloe is staring now, unblinking, straight at him. A puzzled expression meets his eyes, a clear question of why exactly the blonde had decided that he was the more important than the program on TV.
"Aya," the word startles him out of his musings. "Aya, it's a bloody book. Stop stewing on it."
A/N: ugh, I am experiencing writers block right now. And real life is kicking my ass. But anyways, view my pathetic attempt to destroy that stupid writer's block in my head. Oh, for anyone who I promised like, a month ago that I would have Orchids up soon, I have Yohji's chapter by the end of the month. It sucks though…
Expect my updates to be sporadic for a while, and probably on various fandoms, since I have been shoved into the black hole that is known as Final Fantasy (CRISIS CORE!!) fandom… Review please! (they inspire me)