Dedication Shirohane
Why Because, apparently, one day he took a visit to the Yuugiou section of ffNEt and cringed from all the REALLY sappy YamiYuugi MS fics. In his afterward, I believe he mentioned that he was interested in the pairing NoaMokuba; besides, I have to thank him for entertaining me all throughout Naruto.
Labels using the scientific method; shonen-ai; OOC; denial; mid-Noah's Arc filler; strangeness; oneshot; drabble; pg
[beforehand]
Plotbunny while listening to itoutoukun's piano lesson. Listed in our teacher's house. Inspired by dewinged's "Falling" and "Where's Love?" [which is a wonderful, wonderful story of which most should read] Also, the "hearing-love" was taken from sunfreak's "Hummingbird." We assume that Love can also be a place.
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Once Upon A Time
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research.
For years, he's only heard of it in stories.
The fairy-tale kind.
The passionate kind.
The forever kind.
He doesn't know why it happens – he can't explain it, analyze it, and thus, is unable to understand it.
But he's heard of what it does to you: you look in the mirror to brush your hair but there's a different face looking back at you. Every time you walk into a room, you automatically search them out and for the rest of the day they're all you can see. You can't think and can't breathe and can't seem to move every time they talk to you. And when you're sleeping, they creep into your mind and fill in your daydreams and nightdreams with something that makes you blush in the morning.
When you're in Love, your heart beats faster and faster until it's the only thing you hear.
Until it's the only thing you remember.
experiment.
The data stream falls like a waterfall; a ripple of numbers drip from the ceiling to the wires below.
They make no sound at all.
Noa makes a noise of satisfaction.
There's a spinning circle of silence humming in the background, but it dissipates once it meets up with the walls.
Mokuba's quiet breathing stirs the cooling air, and his chest rises up and down and up and down as he stares into nothingness. When Noa calls his name, Mokuba turns his head and watches him with clear and vacant eyes.
"I'm in Love with you."
He receives a hollow gaze; there are fingers brushing against his open palm, tracing withered lines. Mokuba sighs, leaning against his shoulder.
There's a faint buzzing in his ears.
conclusion.
They say that there's no way to fall out of Love.
Yes, you can walk into Love before walking right out again. Yes, you can step into Love and step right back out again. You can break out of Love if you wanted.
But you can never, ever fall out of Love.
You can ignore it, run from it, attempt to eradicate it from your memories. But once you enter Love, falling from the open skies like the hoarse cry of a demonic angel, like rainwater, you will never leave its gates.
Because, in theory, there's no such thing as Falling Up.
fin.
[afterward]
Finished June 28th, 2004.
Written and modified in 33 minutes.
382 words.
Fun, much. Though I think I'm starting to lose my boost of inspiration. It's getting harder and harder to write things…
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