Author's Note:
Warning : OOCness. Ahead. Maybe?
Disclaimer:
SK belongs not to me, but to the people who actually own it.
__________________________________________________________________________________________________________________Can Destiny Go Against Itself?
Prologue.
On this seemingly joyful day . . .
When two bodies, hearts, minds, and souls
are finally permitted to become one . . .
* Cling Cling Cling Cling Cling *
The sound of metal colliding with the crystals resonates within the hall of reception.
* Cling Cling Cling Cling Cling *
A couple wearing garments of the pallid color sit side by side,
at the center table.
Before all of their invited spectators.
Both of them look happy.
Both of them look proud.
* Cling Cling Cling Cling Cling *
Echoes of joviality resound as pairs of watchful and eager eyes await the man and his wife
to share another heartfelt and blissful kiss.
* Cling Cling Cling Cling Cling *
The groom slowly lets himself drown
into the black oceanic orbs of his divine-looking bride.
A reticent smile crosses his lips.
The woman just looks sternly at her no longer fiance, but her husband.
And the face of the groom inches towards hers.
A contained blush streaks through her placid face.
But as always,
she remains untaunted.
Simply inert.
Or so she seemed to be.
But with the man knowing what their friends want to see,
and what he,
and his wife truly want to feel . . .
He moves in a little closer to her.
And closer.
Just a little more . . .
Ah . . .
He has done it.
He has done the perfect kiss.
Everybody beams.
Everybody applauds.
* Cling Cling Cling Cling Cling *
Everybody repeats the same act of striking cold steel against the brittle glass.
Over,
and over,
and over again.
Everybody,
Except for one.
One.
Unnoticed.
Rejected.
Deprived.
And lonesome soul.
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A figure of a girl stands outside the room where all of the so-called festivities are being held at.
With her cotton pink hair swaying along with the gentle wind,
And her head looking up to the gray clouds that are simply passing her by,
She notices how beautiul the stars are tonight.
"Yoh-sama" she whispers the name of the only man she had ever loved to the beings,
who she thinks are the only ones who can hear her.
Or at least, she thought they are the only ones who wouldn't mind hearing her heart cry out.
Then . . .
She realizes that he is just like those stars,
which are shining from the curtains of her dark and gloomy skies.
He is . . .
Nothing,
but beautiful.
And too distant.
Quiet sobs come out of her.
For she knows that she no longer has the chance of earning her dearest Yoh-sama's affection.
Not anymore, she thought.
She thinks that she has already missed it.
But really come to think of it . . .
She already knows.
That she never had her chance in the first place.
Again.
There is this Silence . . .
And there is this pain.
Gentle footsteps from a man can now be heard.
They are getting nearer.
And nearer.
And nearer to . . .
Her.
But as always,
She never notices.
She never did.
She just . . .
Never does.
"Oi, Tamao . . . "
There is this pain in this silence.
Always,
There is nothing.
But this pain.
And this silence . . .
And always,
her heart silently cries out with this pain.
"Oi, what are you doing here?"
Is there someone willing enough to share this pain with her?
She keeps on wondering . . .
In the midst of her silence.
A pair of gentle hands settles upon her shoulders.
Finally.
She notices his presence.
But.
Is that all there is to notice?
"Ah . . . Horo-kun . . . "
With silent and pain stricken eyes,
she looks up to him from where she stands.
Indeed.
Their eyes meet one another.
But will their hearts ever do the same?
This silence remains . . .
And so does this pain.
Tsuzuku.
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Everything I write comes out as a blur . . .
Whyyyyy!? Anyway. Review Onegai.