Feather One: Wish
Life is a clock. I decided this long ago.
What takes giant bites out of me, this sickness of the heart, told me that I would only continue to grow more ill until I simply died one day. What was the point of even trying after that thought? Fighting back against my terrible luck is something I, no one for that matter, will never have the power to do.
For all the looks he gives me, one would begin to think that I'm a horrible person. I would have once agreed with him, and I tell him that I do and am even tempted to prove him right. But I have never given him a reason to believe I am evil. As far as he knows, I've never gotten in a fist-fight with anyone. The number of actual lies that I've told in his presence is pathetically low. Perhaps I've never told him all he wanted to know and qualifies me to be the "dishonest bastard" that I am.
Yet, I will never have a need to be brave like he is. The time will come when I will simply be gone, and I'll know exactly when that time is. Until then, all I can do is run and dodge any attempts that death makes at me. I'm sure the ninja realizes how well I play this game and he is determined to win.
With a scowl he turns away again, this time not angry with one of my meaningless smiles. There is not need to use them any longer, and by the look in his unusually hard, yet honest eyes, this new development has got him worried. He is calculating how to get ahead.
How cute.
But I doubt that Kurogane will ever realize that he is the very reason that he has already lost. The single thing that kept me leaping from danger was the only real wish this ruined heart ever made, something that the Dimensional Witch would never be able to grant for all her power.
Life is a clock and my time ran out a long time ago.
I wished to be loved.
Lordy, I needed to get that out of my system. My first TRC fic. It is a drabble collection, so I'll add them as I write them.
What do you think?