Me: Okay, I've always wanted to do a story like this!
Aki: What kind of story? Is it a SherryXJack one?
Me: No, but I do need to write a story on them two. No, it's a one-sided RukaXYusei one. I've seen and read so many good stories like 'Love And Lesson', which was written by rookie Dango-Chi, 'Heartbreak' by one of the most respected authors on this archive, LuCarly...and I think the last one was called 'A Boy We Love'...I can't remember who wrote it though. But yeah, if the person reading this wrote 'A Boy We/I love', that story was A-M-A-Z-I-N-G, I wanted to try it out :)
Logan: So...what now?
Aki: Now we start the story, right Bebe?
Me: Right. Loggie, do the disclaimer.
Logan: No.
Me: No?
Logan: You do it for once. I always have to.
Aki: Haha, looks like the ice-queen is standing up for herself.
Me: Urgh...I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh! 5D's. Happy little miss piggy?
Logan: Yeah. On with the flaming story already.
-One-Sided RukaXYusei: Simple-
It was a simple fact, she could not be with him.
No matter how many stories the teal haired girl conjured up in her young mind, which tended to involved blissful fairy tales of handsome knights and damsels in distress which were modeled around him and herself, she couldn't.
For the fact, she was the tender age of thirteen, and he was the playful and senior age of twenty.
An age gap to big to compare to in her early years of development.
So she sat on the Neo Domino infamous bridge - the one from the legend, and looked up among the horizon, dreaming about things she was not allowed to embrace or embark on.
A notepad in hand, she simply scetched the landscapes to bypass her time and feelings, all her emotions spilled out onto a single sheet of white paper. It was one of the ways she felt at peace with herself.
Water glistening a brillaint blue hue, and the sun beaming down, sharing it's warmth with the world.
Nature was truly amazing.
So why did nature not allow the love between herself and the shooting star to bloom?
It was confusing.
But she now accepted the fact, it was all never going to be.
She had cried to herself, when she heard the confession of love. But on the inside.
At that moment, she detested, was angry, hated, even.
She wanted to hate.
But she couldn't.
Not now, she couldn't. For the rose compared woman and herself were like a Mother and daughter should be - supportive of each other, no matter what the circumstances of the situations that they were both in.
People had often said to her "why not love again?"
Simple.
Love cannot be replaced, or ever fade.
It can only be locked up for a long while, and be pushed to the back of your mind.
But with a rubber and a pencil - it was like life.
You can rub the mistake out, and start all over again.
Me: A drabble that makes no sense. Ah well.
Logan: Cool.
Aki: Review.