Date: 03 Dec. 2007

Title: Broken

Summary: Mamori knows that falling for the devil is the most dangerous thing ever. But that doesn't mean she can't and she won't.

Disclaimer: For the love of me, I cannot spell the names of those guys who own Eyeshield 21. But I do know none of them is called zoofreak. (In short: I don't own Eyeshield 21 

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He is the most incorrigible person she's ever known. There is just no reasoning with him. He lives in his own space, in his own world, and he is in control of everything and anything. Sometimes she wished she is like him. Sometimes she wished he'll be more like her: more open, more warm. She wished for him to leave that cold dark place of his heart so she can show him what it's like outside.

I will meet you
In some place
Where the light lends itself
To soft repose

But he will not be moved. He is a mountain of rock. And she is but a – well, a creampuff.

I will let you undress me
But I warn you
I have thorns
Like any rose

If he'd only know and if only he'd care, she will give him all of her. This is frightening, of course. It is dangerous. But that is what she'll do, if only he'd let her.

And you could hurt me
With your bare hands
You could hurt me
Using the sharp ends of what you say

His words are sharp as his nails. And all of them are like bullets piercing her soul. But he can do anything he pleases and she'll be there; to counter-attack, to play devil's advocate, and more often than not, to do just what he says. She can even be one of his slaves, but she'd like to think not. She'd like to think she's his queen, or even his just his trusty advisor.

But I'm lost to you now
And there's no
Amount of reason
To save me

She can't remember when she finally fell. She doesn't know why. She did not feel the breaking of bones and the bleeding of wounds. But she can feel the hurt and the pain every single day that he's near; every time he calls him that special endearment that's only hers.

So break me
Take me
Just let me
Feel your arms again
Break me
I'll let you make me
Just let me
Feel your love again

What is wrong with her exactly? Why is she so hung up on him? And why can't he care? Why can't he feel? She's not ugly and she's definitely smart: smart enough for him. She is useful. She is strong. She is his equal. And she used to be so sure of herself. But because of him, she's not anymore.

Feels like being underwater
Now that I've let go
And lost control

But she's not someone who will lose control. See, they are so much like each other: both fighting the tides, both afraid to show too much, both willing to give everything but cannot do so. Too bad she does not know this. And neither does he.

Water kisses fill my mouth
And an ocean fills my soul

His voice is like a humongous wave, threatening to take her away with each word, with each breath. His eyes as blue as the cerulean depths which she dreams of diving into. But what can she do?

So break me
Take me
Just let me
Feel your arms again
Break me
Make me
Just let me
Feel your love again

Repeatedly broken and battered, she stands up each time; to nurse him, to watch him, to catch him, to let him break her over and over again.

Kiss me once
Well, maybe twice
Oh, it never felt so nice

In the most dangerous corner of her mind, she doesn't know and cannot know anything else, other than be his: to break, to hold, to mold.

So break me
Take me
Let me
Feel your arms again
Break me
Make me
Just let me
Feel your arms again

She'd give anything. She'd try everything. She'd let herself be broken once, twice, a thousand times. Just to feel him..

Just let me
Feel your love..

.. just once.

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