Title: The Letter
Fandom: Tactics
Pairings: Light HaruKan
Rating: ummm G?
Warnings: . . . ANGST. . .do I write anything else?
Disclaimer: Don't own it.
AN: This is my first attempt at a Tatics fic. . .or drabble, whichever. It's a little OOC and for that I apologise. . .
If one were to ask me what one thing, I enjoy more than anything else, they would probably be surprised by my answer. Though I have never showed more than a passive interest in it, it is something I have come to enjoy more than any other. Writing and exorcising youkai and oni have become a job a chore, when all I'd really like to do is fly.
However, when I say flying, I mean flying with him, soaring through the sky on his midnight wings.
The sound of his heartbeat, the feel of the warmth that he tries to hide from me, the strong scent of pine and strength and freedom, that envelopes me whenever his arms are around my waist tugging me into the sky. These are things I love more than I care to say. When he lifts me from the ground I feel that all the deceit, lies, trickery and pain, are left behind, to linger on earth while I rise above it. For those few moments, I feel like someone else and I love the feeling.
He doesn't know . . . Youko . . . Youko suspects, I think. I try to keep it hidden, for his sake, I tell myself, even though I know I only guard my secrets to protect myself. Even still in that short time that we are flying together I feel that I can truly become as close to him as I wish
However,
I will keep my love hidden, buried, for I am not strong enough. I
will accept the closeness flight brings, but some day, when I'm
stronger, I promise, I will tell Haruka that I love him.
Ichinomiya Kantarou