Arisa
By Vivi
scarlett-sedai
Summary:
just one little word. It's not that hard to say.
A/N: a
sort of sequel to RSR, but it's not really necessary to have read
RSR.
Dedication:
To Lenne-lenne.
Sohma Kyou
is a very complicated person. He seems shallow at first. Too shallow.
As if, maybe, he's hiding something painful.
A lot of
the girls here can see that. They wonder about it, rationalize,
fantasize. Imagine that they can save him from this inner demon.
Look a
little deeper than that.
There's
something hidden by the pain. Something golden, something precious.
But they can't see that. They're so in love with an idea, they
can't see that he can save himself, or at least keep a hold of
something in the torrent of sorrow threatening to wash him away, to
drown him, to leave him hollow and empty.
Maybe even
he can't see that.
I don't
know what the secret treasure is: a person, a thought, a thing? Who
knows? He himself may not.
I don't
know what it is, but I do know that it's all that makes him wake up
every morning.
That
doesn't mean it will last forever.
I want to
help, so badly. Not to save him; I can't, only he can. But to help.
Is that so bad, so wrong?
What could
this pain be, that makes him push me away, push everyone away?
Maybe,
just maybe, he'll trust me enough to tell me one day. Until then,
I'll just keep trying. Even if I never succeed. Because he's my
golden treasure.
And when
he looks up at me and snaps, "Go away, Yankee!"
I say,
"It's Arisa."
Because my
name's not that hard to say, and all I want is everything about
you. Even if that's too much to ask, it will still be my heart's
desire.
All that I
want, Kyou, is you.
And I know I'm asking for the world.