A/N: First of all, I would like to say - there is SO not enough crack in the Kamichama Karin section and too much Kazune/Karin. I'm all for the pairing - I'm just saying that there are other options, people. Be open-minded:3
Disclaimed.
Fairy Tales and Fantasies
Miyon lived two lives: one of reality, with Yuuki and Himeka and Karin, with plays and TV shows and tassel hair clips. But also she lived in one of incredible fairy tales and fantasies, where there were white princes and dark princes, and how she longed to visit those places; to attend a ball and dance with royalty, to fight evil and be saved by a valiant prince. But if it were so, then was he not the dark prince and she the condemned, forsaken princess?
(his fingers were icy cold sometimes, like slim pillars of ice upon elegance and splendor. those eyes, his eyes, they were cool and calm like the shores of the sea – ready to rage up at any second – his eyes that could transfix you, mesmerize you, hold you in your place and – )
He seemed unsettled and aloof, and she knew that she was in the dark, but what did she care? It was just another story… just another happily ever after. She was caught between the webs of reality and fiction, torn between the life she wanted and the life she had – she knew this and did not know too, as though she was happy ignorant, with her distant dark prince and carefully crafted stories, some outlandish plot that could almost seem real if she just concentrated long enough.
( – he was tense, like the predator stalking its prey, and yet you knew somehow that this was the time, this was the timeit would be the turning point and the prey would gain the upper hand this time; he would not be coming back this time and he knew it, but he would disregard, because heroes weren't the only ones who were foolish hopers and – )
It was soon, it seemed that the rain of conflict would burst from the skies and into a monsoon of terror, where white princes and dark princes would collide and only one – or, perhaps, none – would emerge from the fog, remnants of the dark clouds that once covered the sky. She could see the tension forming, and she could feel the clouds about to split and release its fury, fury that she had only seen once else. It was a beautiful thing, beautiful and terrible, and she almost felt like she may not be able to watch it… that she would have to turn from the terrible beauty.
( – he may not survive it, or perhaps he would, and she hoped for his return… and yet, perhaps, her benevolence was misplaced and others could see what she could not, the ill-fated princess that could not be saved by simple prayers and asking; he would guide her to a horrible downfall and she knew it; he knew it… but they would go on, perhaps, in hope that something may very well change and – )
At this point she couldn't turn, though; she had made her decision by making no decision. They would ask her if she was okay, if she felt okay, maybe she needed to lie down because she did look a little pale in the face lately. But in reply she would just turn and say, no, no, I just couldn't, it's too late now, please don't stop me now…
( –it was the end she had been looking for, but it wasn't happening the way she had imagined it…)