Authoress' Ramblings: This, my friends, is an influence of reading too many Naruto fics. Eheh. Angst and drama and comedy galore. Anyway, I am so glad to be writing for Wild ARMs again!
DISCLAIMER: Nothing of Wild ARMs belong to me. If so, why would I go to the trouble of making fanfics, ne?
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Series:
Advanced 3rd
Pairing: JetxVirginia
Span: 600
words.
Summary: Jet thinks the world isn't so complicated
after all. But then again…
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Simple
and Complicated
by psychedelic aya
Jet thinks the world isn't so complicated after all.
Because at the moment, in his world, everything is easy. Everything he can count, he can take hold of and grasp. He knows how many everything is—it comes in ones, and always in ones, and that is why it is so painstakingly simple. Plain, he has to admit, but at least not troublesome.
He wishes things were always like this. Every single day, every single hour, every single minute, every single second. He wishes things would be always in singles and ones and never in twos and threes because that would make the whole world difficult like he thought it to be.
Life was simple when he was alone (when he was just oneoneone). But sometimes, now, even when he's with them, it still is.
But not as much.
Even though everything (well, mostly everything—at least that's what he thought) still came in ones.
Sure, there is only one room and one bed at the one inn they're staying in. There is one window and one table and one bathroom. He only has one argument with Gallows today (something about Gella and horse dung and beer) and only gets one lecture from Clive (something about cussing and being his usual uncooperative self). He drinks one bottle of beer and one glass of martini and one shot of whiskey—gets one scolding from Virginia because she says he'll have a hangover the next day.
And as he gets dragged off by the aforementioned girl to his room (she is fuming and he wonders when her grip on his elbow became so hard), he suddenly realizes how simple even she really could be. He stares and observes her—she has only one scent of rose in her shampoo, one scent of launder in her clothes, one unexplainable aroma that mixes to be just naturally her. She has only one shade of pink in her dress, one shade of tan in her skin, one shade of brown in her hair.
(He's not supposed to notice all this, but wonders why he still does.)
She's simple, and Jet is glad about this.
But as the next morning comes and he knows she was right because his head aches and he does have a hangover; he suddenly decides to rethink his observations about simplicity because when your head hurts like hell, you just tend to rethink your life, okay?
And oddly enough, he starts with her.
And damn, Jet just realized how terribly, terribly wrong he was.
She still comes in ones like everything else in his supposed simple world does: there is only one kind of heat emanating from her body, only one kind of that content expression she wears, only one kind of patterned breaths she takes while she's asleep.
She stirs slightly in his arms and both of them slowly find out that they are now awake in each other's embrace; her feet accidentally kicks his ankle and he feels her skirt brush up against his toes.
She opens her eyes and smiles at him—a simple smile, he knows it is the one smile she reserves only for him when they are alone.
But even if her smile is simple she is suddenly not; she has become awfully complicated and all his previous observations have gone down the drain. Jet doesn't know how or why or when this happened, until he realizes that at the moment her eyes are wide open and he is staring.
Her eyes have one million shades of green in them.
Oddly, Jet found it simple enough to count them all.
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Authoress' Ramblings: This will be a collection of drabbles from ALL WA on the PS (I'd like to watch the anime but don't have the CDs just yet). And since I love Advanced 3rd, Advanced 3rd it shall be. Fu fu fu.
YAY. Smile, Jesus loves you. Thanks for reading, you may run away in confusion and madness now.
Thanks to Kyoy for beta reading this too! XD