Perfect
Song fic
Angelica Diablo
Disclaimer: The Smashing Pumpkins wrote the song. Don't own Ronins either. Do
own Donnica.
"I know
We're just like old friends
We just can't pretend
That lovers make amends…"
She brushed the single stray lock of reddish brown hair out of her eyes as she typed at
her computer. Furiously she pounded at the keys until her mother walked into the
room to tell her to knock it off before she broke the keyboard.
Donnica sighed as she hung her head.
"We are
Reasons so unreal
We can't help but feel
That something has been lost…"
"Diana, goddess of the hunt, ancient one, hear my prayer." Donnica started. "Please
help me…"
"But please
You know you're just like me
Next time
I promise we'll be perfect…"
Cye was swimming in his cove. He didn't have to think about anything when he was
within the waters safety. He found himself thinking anyway though; it was like his
mind wouldn't listen to his commands to relax.
He knew life wasn't fair, it never was.
"Perfect
Perfect strangers down the line
Lovers out of time
Memories unwind…"
He pulled himself up onto the bank, sitting on a stone ledge overlooking the water. He
held his head in his hands and closed his eyes. They'd both known that this was coming
some time. They'd chosen to ignore the inevitable, three years seemed centuries away
when they first met. Neither of them had realized they'd wind up serious. Neither of
them had expected to be more than just friends.
The language barrier had been an issue at first. He knew some English, but the most
Japanese she knew was "konnichiwa," "sayonara," and "baka." Not good for
conversation.
She'd been excited to learn though, and he was happy to take her on as a student of
sorts. She'd had thousands of questions about Japan, and was overjoyed whenever he
took the time to answer her. Her soft excitement that shone in her eyes whenever he
looked at her, told him what her words could not. She seemed to be in such awe with
Japan itself. Then of course, one day he'd noticed her enthusiasm wasn't just for his
country, but him as well.
It seemed her eyes had turned from taking in an old Shinto shrine in their calm joy, to
look into his face with a soft smile that could melt anyone's heart. He'd never forget
how she'd charmed him.
"So far
I still know who you are
But now
I wonder who I was…"
Donnica sighed as she looked back up at the computer screen. No matter what she
typed, it just didn't seem right. She knew he'd be missing her by now. This new house,
this new room, all still smelling faintly of fresh paint and carpet glue. When she'd
moved to Japan, she'd felt horribly homesick for America. For someone other than her
family who could speak English fluently. She'd never thought she'd come back to
America and be homesick for Japan.
And not just Japan…
"Angel,
You know it's not the end
We'll always be good friends
The letters have been sent on…"
Finally Donnica hit delete and started from scratch again.
Dear Cye,
How are you? The new house is nice, big though. One of my boxes got
lost, we think it's found it's way to France, but we're not sure. Fortunately the
airline is sure they can get it back. Other than a lot of unpacking, I haven't done
much. It's strange now; I've grown so used to listening to Japanese just about
everywhere I went, that American English sounds strange to my ears. Street
slang has warped in new directions, and when my old friend (who lives just
down the street) called me today I had to ask her for a translation of what she'd
said! I wish I had more time to tell you everything, but I'm still on Japan time,
and even though it's two o'clock in the afternoon here, it's three in the morning
for my body. I'm going to go take a nap. I miss you,
Love,
Donnica
Finally she decided it was enough, and sent it via e-mail. She did as she'd said and
threw herself on her bed, closing her eyes.
"But please
You always were so free
You'll see
I promise we'll be perfect…"
Cye was cleaning out his room, packing. It had been ten years since he and Donnica had
lost touch. They'd tried to keep hold of each other via e-mail, but time had drawn them
apart. That, and after three years, they had both started to just give up. It was odd; he'd
had a dream about Donnica the night before. He wasn't sure just what to make of it.
He was thinking of this when he found a stack of papers in the back of a desk drawer,
the printed up copies of Donnica's e-mails, and all the hand written letters she'd sent
over the years. He leafed through them, a small smile playing across his lips. He
paused to read the first e-mail she'd sent him from America. It was sweet how she'd
grown to love Japan and him more than she missed her homeland.
He sighed as he put the stack of papers in the recycling bin. No need to hang on to them
any longer. He continued packing as his wife walked into the room. "You almost done
honey?" She asked. He nodded as he emptied out the last of the drawers and smiled at
her.
"Give me fifteen minutes." He said.
"Perfect
Perfect strangers on the street
Lovers while we sleep
Perfect…"
Donnica was walking down Broadway in New York City. She hadn't known why, but
nostalgia had hit her full force that morning, and she'd found herself wondering what
had ever happened to her auburn haired first love in Japan.
She continued walking, on her way to catch RENT. As she neared the theater she
spotted an auburn head in the crowd ahead. She thought nothing of it until she got
closer and heard him talking in Japanese to the woman standing next to him.
"No way, it can't be." She thought to herself as she drew closer. She smiled when she
saw him. For a while she'd been thinking of calling him, though her Japanese was fairly
rusty now. She'd never found someone to settle down with, and curiosity had been
bugging her.
But now here he was, right in front of her. "Dianna, goddess of the hunt, ancient one,
give me courage." She prayed. She approached him, a smile playing on her lips. It
would be nice just to talk to him again after all these years. See how life had treated
each of them.
As she was within earshot of what they were saying, although her ear wasn't as quick as
it used to be to catch the words flying between them, she did catch one thing. By the
way they talked to each other, they were obviously husband and wife.
Donnica paused, her step faltered. There was no point in breaking in on this
conversation, it was family business. She glanced up. The theater for RENT was just
ahead. She was late as it was, and didn't want to be any later. She continued walking
past him, losing the courage at the last minute to say anything.
"Perfect,
You know this has to be
We always were so free…"
Cye looked up at the woman who had just passed them by. There was no way…He
recognized that walk. He recognized that hair…
He shook his head. It was impossible, and yet there she was. He opened his mouth to
call her name when his wife asked him, "Is something wrong?"
"No," He answered. "I just thought I saw someone I recognized. A girl who was an
exchange student when I was in school." He said, "It's probably not her anyway."
They brushed it off and went on with their business.
"We promised that we'd be…"
Donnica couldn't help it. She turned her head to look at Cye. His eyes were following
her. They met for a moment, and for a moment she almost turned around and walked
back. She knew it was him, and she knew he knew it was her. A moment later a large
swarm of people poured out of the front doors of a theater and burst between them, the
eye contact was lost.
She sighed and went on her way, knowing that the moment was over. It would do no
good to turn around now. She turned into the front doors of the theater for RENT.
"Perfect."
Song fic
Angelica Diablo
Disclaimer: The Smashing Pumpkins wrote the song. Don't own Ronins either. Do
own Donnica.
"I know
We're just like old friends
We just can't pretend
That lovers make amends…"
She brushed the single stray lock of reddish brown hair out of her eyes as she typed at
her computer. Furiously she pounded at the keys until her mother walked into the
room to tell her to knock it off before she broke the keyboard.
Donnica sighed as she hung her head.
"We are
Reasons so unreal
We can't help but feel
That something has been lost…"
"Diana, goddess of the hunt, ancient one, hear my prayer." Donnica started. "Please
help me…"
"But please
You know you're just like me
Next time
I promise we'll be perfect…"
Cye was swimming in his cove. He didn't have to think about anything when he was
within the waters safety. He found himself thinking anyway though; it was like his
mind wouldn't listen to his commands to relax.
He knew life wasn't fair, it never was.
"Perfect
Perfect strangers down the line
Lovers out of time
Memories unwind…"
He pulled himself up onto the bank, sitting on a stone ledge overlooking the water. He
held his head in his hands and closed his eyes. They'd both known that this was coming
some time. They'd chosen to ignore the inevitable, three years seemed centuries away
when they first met. Neither of them had realized they'd wind up serious. Neither of
them had expected to be more than just friends.
The language barrier had been an issue at first. He knew some English, but the most
Japanese she knew was "konnichiwa," "sayonara," and "baka." Not good for
conversation.
She'd been excited to learn though, and he was happy to take her on as a student of
sorts. She'd had thousands of questions about Japan, and was overjoyed whenever he
took the time to answer her. Her soft excitement that shone in her eyes whenever he
looked at her, told him what her words could not. She seemed to be in such awe with
Japan itself. Then of course, one day he'd noticed her enthusiasm wasn't just for his
country, but him as well.
It seemed her eyes had turned from taking in an old Shinto shrine in their calm joy, to
look into his face with a soft smile that could melt anyone's heart. He'd never forget
how she'd charmed him.
"So far
I still know who you are
But now
I wonder who I was…"
Donnica sighed as she looked back up at the computer screen. No matter what she
typed, it just didn't seem right. She knew he'd be missing her by now. This new house,
this new room, all still smelling faintly of fresh paint and carpet glue. When she'd
moved to Japan, she'd felt horribly homesick for America. For someone other than her
family who could speak English fluently. She'd never thought she'd come back to
America and be homesick for Japan.
And not just Japan…
"Angel,
You know it's not the end
We'll always be good friends
The letters have been sent on…"
Finally Donnica hit delete and started from scratch again.
Dear Cye,
How are you? The new house is nice, big though. One of my boxes got
lost, we think it's found it's way to France, but we're not sure. Fortunately the
airline is sure they can get it back. Other than a lot of unpacking, I haven't done
much. It's strange now; I've grown so used to listening to Japanese just about
everywhere I went, that American English sounds strange to my ears. Street
slang has warped in new directions, and when my old friend (who lives just
down the street) called me today I had to ask her for a translation of what she'd
said! I wish I had more time to tell you everything, but I'm still on Japan time,
and even though it's two o'clock in the afternoon here, it's three in the morning
for my body. I'm going to go take a nap. I miss you,
Love,
Donnica
Finally she decided it was enough, and sent it via e-mail. She did as she'd said and
threw herself on her bed, closing her eyes.
"But please
You always were so free
You'll see
I promise we'll be perfect…"
Cye was cleaning out his room, packing. It had been ten years since he and Donnica had
lost touch. They'd tried to keep hold of each other via e-mail, but time had drawn them
apart. That, and after three years, they had both started to just give up. It was odd; he'd
had a dream about Donnica the night before. He wasn't sure just what to make of it.
He was thinking of this when he found a stack of papers in the back of a desk drawer,
the printed up copies of Donnica's e-mails, and all the hand written letters she'd sent
over the years. He leafed through them, a small smile playing across his lips. He
paused to read the first e-mail she'd sent him from America. It was sweet how she'd
grown to love Japan and him more than she missed her homeland.
He sighed as he put the stack of papers in the recycling bin. No need to hang on to them
any longer. He continued packing as his wife walked into the room. "You almost done
honey?" She asked. He nodded as he emptied out the last of the drawers and smiled at
her.
"Give me fifteen minutes." He said.
"Perfect
Perfect strangers on the street
Lovers while we sleep
Perfect…"
Donnica was walking down Broadway in New York City. She hadn't known why, but
nostalgia had hit her full force that morning, and she'd found herself wondering what
had ever happened to her auburn haired first love in Japan.
She continued walking, on her way to catch RENT. As she neared the theater she
spotted an auburn head in the crowd ahead. She thought nothing of it until she got
closer and heard him talking in Japanese to the woman standing next to him.
"No way, it can't be." She thought to herself as she drew closer. She smiled when she
saw him. For a while she'd been thinking of calling him, though her Japanese was fairly
rusty now. She'd never found someone to settle down with, and curiosity had been
bugging her.
But now here he was, right in front of her. "Dianna, goddess of the hunt, ancient one,
give me courage." She prayed. She approached him, a smile playing on her lips. It
would be nice just to talk to him again after all these years. See how life had treated
each of them.
As she was within earshot of what they were saying, although her ear wasn't as quick as
it used to be to catch the words flying between them, she did catch one thing. By the
way they talked to each other, they were obviously husband and wife.
Donnica paused, her step faltered. There was no point in breaking in on this
conversation, it was family business. She glanced up. The theater for RENT was just
ahead. She was late as it was, and didn't want to be any later. She continued walking
past him, losing the courage at the last minute to say anything.
"Perfect,
You know this has to be
We always were so free…"
Cye looked up at the woman who had just passed them by. There was no way…He
recognized that walk. He recognized that hair…
He shook his head. It was impossible, and yet there she was. He opened his mouth to
call her name when his wife asked him, "Is something wrong?"
"No," He answered. "I just thought I saw someone I recognized. A girl who was an
exchange student when I was in school." He said, "It's probably not her anyway."
They brushed it off and went on with their business.
"We promised that we'd be…"
Donnica couldn't help it. She turned her head to look at Cye. His eyes were following
her. They met for a moment, and for a moment she almost turned around and walked
back. She knew it was him, and she knew he knew it was her. A moment later a large
swarm of people poured out of the front doors of a theater and burst between them, the
eye contact was lost.
She sighed and went on her way, knowing that the moment was over. It would do no
good to turn around now. She turned into the front doors of the theater for RENT.
"Perfect."