Author's Babble:
Okay! I really, REALLY like this pair. For some reason the forbidden aspect, as well the contrast in them, makes me just addicted to it lately. (Kind of like Yumichika and Ikkaku, am I right?) It's a long weekend, meaning I stay up late and make terrible drabble for you kids.
Enjoy?
The door my quant office snapped shut, Rangiku had just left.
No matter how much I try, I truly can't bring myself to dislike her. Hell, I can't stop thinking about her.
Today, she swept into my office in a fit of happiness, blabbering about this and that. You know, stuff people tell you that you have not the slightest desire to hear about. Most of the time, it seems like there aren't enough words in the human language to fulfill the contents of her stories. Nor are there enough octaves for her voice to reach when impersonating the people she encounters. Ah, but I never mind.
Truth be told, I just like hearing her speak to me. She is so bubbly in personality. A complete contrast to my own, darn the Almighty for bringing two together like this. Half the time, I want to take her by her hair and scream at her to shut up. But she takes it all so personally, so that would make her mad at me. Then I'd lose what I love; her voice.
Often I wonder, why we have to be so distant in all aspects of humanity.
When she does get upset with me being so distant, she scoffs and bothers me some more. And when she teases, she gets close and I can feel her so near to me. I'm not cold for any particular reason, that's just how I am. With her being so nearby like that…why should I stop doing what makes her come to me? Her warmth feels so refreshing.
I get jealous. Oh my god, I never thought I'd say it. Even when only thinking to myself is it hard to admit that. Boys fawn over her nearly every minute she isn't locked up with me in my office. Blessed with buxom and striking features, she gets any male attention she desires.
Yet, she doesn't return it.
Is she oblivious? Maybe…she is a lesbian? (God forbid.) Or simply, what I think is, she doesn't care in the least. Possibly, she has her eye's set on a goal. Some sort of…door she is trying to open. A man she already wants. In spite of what I feel for her, I want her to reach it. Even if I know that I am not that man. Lets say she does snag that man, then she'd smile all the time. And by her being exultant, then that would make me…bah. Never mind.
When I'm alone after she snaps the door to the office closed, I honestly daydream over it. A twinge inside says that…it is foolish, though possible. Possible that she is trying to reach me. But, I push her off. I back off. Why do I do that? Am…I afraid to open up to her. What if I'm the thing she is reaching? How about if I do, and she doesn't like what she sees? And, in my day-mares, Ichimaru…no. I'll shake my head when that idea comes to mind.
For the time being, I'll have to keep an eye on her. Keep myself closed.
No matter how much I want her to come back in.
A/B:
BAH. THIS KIND OF SUCKED.
But, I do hope you guys at least somewhat enjoyed it. :D