yaaay, a fic =w=;; kinda bs'ed this, kinda introspective on myself.
warning: AU, angst, fluff, shounen ai.
inspiration: my own birthmark
rating: PG
pairing: onesided lune/yamato
sumamry: Every child had something they were proud of, something that they bragged about. Lune had a charm.
disclaimer: not mine, never will be~
tadaaa~ enjoy?
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Once upon a time, there was a boy. He wasn't anything special, not outwardly. You'd never even know he was important unless you saw his address. Outwardly, he was a tiny boy with cropped blond hair and bright brown eyes behind giant lenses.
Every child had something they were proud of, something that they bragged about. A new toy, a favorite doll, an older sibling. This boy, Lune, didn't have a sibling. He had a favorite toy, which was a beat up stuffed bear he insisted on sleeping with. No, what he was proud of wasn't that simple.
A mark, hardly big enough to be noticed, on the back inside of his arm was what he was proud of. It was small, and curved in smooth round edges to form a round heart. His mother told him is was a beauty mark, that it was a good sign. Lune trusted her on this.
He would show the girls he knew this mark, and they would gossip about what it really was. Some thought it was just a mole, nothing to be proud of. Others thought it was a charmed mark, and that it would grant happiness and love.
At the time, it sounded amazing. A heart never hurts you, a heart was good! So a natural mark of one must certainly be wonderful. And sure enough, he had wonderful luck with love. He loved many people, had a few good friends, and was always preoccupied with another.
But nobody loved him. It didn't make sense to Lune. He was nice, he smiled and laughed and did his best to make everyone love him. People didn't love fell for him. People who he loved just thought he was a good person.
It didn't make sense.
The worst of this hit him when a boy named Yamato transferred to his school when they were fourteen. He was tall, lean and handsome, and had all the characteristics that Lune loved. He could take a joke, he wasn't looking for cheap amusement, and Lune's false smiles and laughter didn't work on him.
He was everything Lune wanted.
Every night, he dreamt of Yamato, and prayed for him to love him back. Even when it became obvious Yamato wasn't in the least bit homosexual, Lune prayed. His prayers turned to begging, and eventually, obsession. He loved him, he really did. But nothing he did worked. If anything, Yamato only felt deep friendship for him. And it destroyed Lune inside.
But he still tried. He wouldn't quit, when the boy of his dreams could be just in reach. A drunken kiss after a party sated him for a while, but it wasn't what Lune wanted. It wasn't love. It quickly became apparent that Yamato would NEVER love him. Not the way he wanted.
At first, Lune cried and demanded why? Why couldn't he get the one thing he wanted? He looked at the mark on his arm, the mark he hadn't told anyone about since he first hit second grade. He stared at it for a long moment.
He wasn't charmed, he thought furiously. He was hexed! This mark wasn't any blessing. He was cursed. Cursed to always love and never be loved back. It didn't make any sense. Of course, Lune knew on some level that he was blaming the wrong aspect of his person. But it didn't matter right then.
What mattered was that he couldn't seem to make anything happen. He couldn't back out, but he couldn't go forward, and it drove him up a wall. He stared at the mark for so long, he was sure it was ingrained in his minds eye.
Yamato was confused when Lune brought up a subject he had skirted before. They sat on the swingset outside of Yamato's apartment complex, hardly swinging, just kind of floating through the day.
"Yamato-kun, do you have anything you're proud of?"
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