Disclaimer: I do not own Kamichama Karin.
Warnings: slight OOC-ness (if you want to see it that way)
A/N: I have… no words for this. As someone who generally fails at writing romance in any shape or form, I quite like it. (And crack pairings are love. Totally.)
Conversations
"For a moment, I thought I had found love," the voice of a young girl filtered through, laced with the breathlessness that the beginnings of love always seemed to provide, "It was on the way to Yuuki's house. I was talking about his next recital to him, and we passed by each other."
There was silence, soon broken by a sigh. The shift of loose gravel grated as she moved, and then leaned back against the solid surface.
"I don't even know if he acknowledged that I was there, and before I could see for myself, the moment had passed. It was like it had never existed."
She stopped, as if wondering if she had used the right words. It did not matter either way, as no one was present to hear her. For a moment, all she could do was straighten her uniform, as if to distract herself.
"Maybe then was not the time," there was hope in her voice; a wish upon a non-existent star. "Maybe it will come back."
With a laugh, she pushed herself away from the wall, and headed off home. The individual who had been seated on the opposite side - long before she had begun to talk - remained in his place until night had fallen, and his sister had been forced to go out to find him.
Kirika had gently reprimanded him, as she took his hand and promptly dragged him home
"It happened again. Yesterday, in fact," the girl's voice again, talking as if confiding to a close friend, "Even though it's been a while since the first time, I'm sure it happened. He was so kind to me, although it was not just me, and I was sure that it was true.
"We didn't get a chance to talk alone, though," she sighed, disappointment evident, "and then, the moment was lost again."
Another voice – a boy's – floated over where she stood, as the clouds above her began to rumble. Droplets of rain fell, and the sound of her footsteps dimmed, as she left with a quick, "I better go."
He remained, though, and allowed the rain to soak him to the skin. Or, at least, he would have, if Kirika had not been the responsible sister, and had come to take him home. It seemed she, at least, understood.
"Brother, it's time to go. Were you planning on sitting here all day?"
"I was… just thinking. That's all."
"And you're going to get sick," she informed him, as the rain fell faster – heavier – around them, "You don't want to worry Himeka, do you?"
She was right, of course, and they both were well aware of it. He got up, as she began to talk about what dinner was, and how – if he kept acting the way he did – they would have to deal with cold food for a long time.
"How much longer?"
For a moment, he could only stare at her; at the smile that told him that she knew, knew, and that she was, despite everything, willing to wait until he felt ready to speak of it out loud.
Not, he was not ready. Not now.
"What are you talking about?"
Kirika smiled, but did not reply.
"Sometimes," she confessed, "Sometimes, I want to believe that we could just talk it out. But… it's a bit… embarrassing, because I'm from a lower grade. But he made a push for my script, and I'm grateful for it.
"He's an amazing person. I really think I've found love."
"Brother."
He jumped – only to curse in his mind for overreacting – and turned at Kirika's sudden appearance. She returned his glare with a face of blank innocence, as she tucked her hands behind her back.
As it was, she didn't need to say anything at all; his current stance did not help matters, as were his actions, half-way done (frozen by her odd timing to check on him).
"Don't ask," he finally snapped.
An eyebrow was raised, amused. "Don't ask why you're graffiti-ing on a wall?"
There was the shift of gravel as she approached, and then silence. For a moment, time seemed to stop, and then there was a shocked gasp, followed by the sound of someone running away.
To get away… to find someone…
He did not know.
Maybe leaving a message on the wall had not been the way to go. But he had no idea as to what else he could have done.
I think we found love.
Kirika turned as Karin approached where she sat, and smiled as the younger girl took a seat next to her. It was a beautiful school day, something they all appreciated, and the two goddesses had taken to spending time together, just because they could (perhaps in Karin's case, to annoy Kazune, even it was just by a little bit).
"How have you been, Karin-chan?"
"Eeeh… Kazune-kun was being a jerk again, and Micchi is being the same sort of strange guy he's always been," the brunette shrugged and sighed as she brought her knees up under her chin, "But Miyon-chan seems to be as cheerful as ever, if not more than ever. Himeka-chan and I can't work out why, though. It could be just because her play is being done, but I can't help but think it might be something else—…"
As Karin frowned over it, and continued to rant about how her day had gone, Kirika couldn't help but smile, as she murmured under her breath:
"I guess that wall helped, after all."
