Disclaimer: I Do Not Own Kamisama Hajimemashita (Kamisama Kiss)
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Nanami Momozono
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You lay here now, in a soft futon on the freshly swept floor of your room.
Onikiri and Kotetsu attended to you immediately when you collapsed from a sudden fever upon your arrival from school. Tomoe and Mizuki were attending to things in the Other World.
You made Tomoe angry. He told you to stay home and deep down you know you should have. But you didn't. Sometimes you don't think. Sometimes you think you're invincible. You are not invincible.
A human. A Kami. A God. A girl. You wish they'd just make up their minds. Strong. Weak. Fragile. Great. Oh, shut up.
Mizuki worried over you. Gave you a piping cup of tea that burned the roof of your mouth. You run your tongue over the raw flesh there.
Tomoe shooed him out. They put up a fight against each other and you demanded civility. They obeyed. They had to. Your spell binds them.
Mizuki finally gave up and dismissed himself. Never of course, without squashing Tomoe under his figurative heel. Words are power. Power's good. You need power. You think you'll have to write that down sometime.
Onikiri and Kotetsu had been gone for a while. Illusive little things really. It was just you and Tomoe. You and Tomoe… knock it off. You know, you know. No you don't. Not enough. Not fiercely enough.
He fed you a light, brothy soup. Something easy on your wild stomach. Funny how he knows so much about you. How to take care of you.
Of course, he has had practice. Your mind travels to a beautiful face, tired and fatigued with sickness. Yukiji.
She is the one that he loved. Loves. His heart is and shall forever be over a hundred years in the past. Behind the farthest mountains. Too far for you to ever reach him…
Now you've done it.
You try to relax. Control your emotions and face from the inside out. Take a breath.
Hold it.
Hold it.
Wait until your lungs burn for exhale. The dull pain is nothing. Wait until you can feel the thud of your heart against your ribcage. This is how it feels isn't it? When he looks at you? When you know that he can never be yours?
Hold it.
Hold it.
Release. Release the silent scream that rages in your temples through the violent rush of air. Release the destructive, tantrum-throwing heart from it's stuffy cell once more. Another scratch. Air out the wound. You'll be fine.
Forget. Forget about the shrine. Only you and a brass table inside of a dim room with no judgment. Forget two violet orbs that search you for injury. Forget the slippery silk of his hair against your cheeks. It's warm snowy glow. Forget.
You slip down into the covers. Hope for sleep. Wish and it will come true. Like a star. If you sleep, you dream. And if you dream, perhaps you shall be able to live anyway you like. Even in that world deep inside you where you get what you want. Things could go your way.
You know you should try though.
You know, you know. You will. You have to. You will. Eventually. Tomorrow. Definitely Tomorrow.
Master, Servant. Master, Servant. That's all you are to each other. That's how he wants it. That's how it's supposed to be.
Tomorrow. Yes, yes, tomorrow.
Someday soon, you think you might understand that old saying:
Tomorrow never comes.
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EDIT - A/N : So I've decided to take a stab at a drabble series. Updates will be slow and the pairings and situations and writing styles/point of views will vary. It all depends what goes through my head and when it decided to be written on paper! :D ... or typed. Occasionally. (I'm not used to writing on my own computer anymore...)
I really love this anime and I hope you enjoy. However, I've only just finished the first six volumes so be gentle with me should you find any mistakes. Tell me what they are and how I should fix them! owo
Reviews are puppy-dogs people! AND I LOVE PUPPIES.
~Stormy