Clouds
Fuji Syuusuke x Echizen Ryoma
Disclaimer: I don't own PoT, or the characters. Please don't sue me. All you'll get is... –rummages through pockets- this penny, that button, and the ball of lint.
A/N: I wrote this after reading some fics on my lj. Yes, I realize I'm procrastinating my exam study time, but the muses wouldn't let me go until I typed this non-sensical story up. (did I just make up a new word? LOL) So yeah. Don't read it if you don't want to. I'm just weird like that. Douzo!
Sometimes, I watch the clouds, like how we used to, during those lazy summer days. Lying in the grass, the top of our heads grazing: It was a great feeling. Fond memories would flood my mind, scenes repaying in the sky.
I felt those electric jolts of energy, every time you smiled. It was vexing.
Your voice, that soft, almost incoherent voice...
I felt those eyes looking at me. Watching every move I made. I closed my eyes. Sitting on the bench, you aimed the camera down and clicked.
"Ne, Ryoma, I love you," you'd say. Waiting for an answer, I'd pull my cap down.
"Mada mada dayo, Syuusuke." Those words echo still, in my ears.
The clouds float by my eye sight, one clump after another with the current of the wind. Back and forth, back a forth... Sort of like our relationship... if you can call it that.
The sunny, cloudless day was the day you left. No more smiles or soft voice.
"I can't do this anymore. I'm sorry." You left despondent; you knew the reason. You tried, but I failed you.
You called it being cold and unresponsive.
Doctors called it commitment phobia.
I called it fear. Fear, that one day, you would leave: scared that if I loved you, one of us would hurt.
If I had gotten the courage to say those three syllables, would you still be here beside me?
The large cloud split into two unequal parts. The larger one blew past the smaller one, leaving behind nothing but a trail of crumbs, slowly disappearing. So ironic. Even the skies mocked.
Sometimes, I still lay here in the cool grass.
"Mada mada dane, Ryoma?" I smiled sadly, pulling the cap over my eyes, drowning out the sounds of bouncing balls, and the voices calling for me.
In my head, the small cloud never let go. The cloud returned the service back into the other's court, winning. The larger cloud never left with the wind.
I love you.
A/N: Ok, so I realize it doesn't make sense. DIDN'T I TELL YOU THAT ALREADY! I hope it wasn't that crappy. Mmm, just to clear it up, it's Ryoma talking… They broke up and he's reflecting. I'm sorry it's so confusing. Ok, back to studying for my last exam. Oh and practicing my flute... my other last exam. Read and review, please and thank you! (HEY THAT RHYMES!)