Love Me Not
Summary: He wore his pride like a crown. Quadruple drabble!
A/N: It's been awhile, sorry about the lack of updates! I suppose you could take this as quite a few pairings, but it's intended to be Jun/Kazuya. It's another drabble, this time exactly 400 words. I always find it easier to write drabbles, because I tend to write so much, and then need to cut heaps out.
Disclaimer: I don't own Tekken or any of it's characters.
"I don't want to be the one that you forget-
I don't just want to be your regret."
You would watch him pass sometimes; like a stray wind, he inflicts cold without intent.
You can't remember a time when he didn't take up so much of your energy.
It was easy at first to pretend, to shake off the knot, like a ball of yarn, pitted in your stomach. Then it got harder and harder, and eventually, minutes became hours and hours became days, and in those prolonged moments of reverie, you would find yourself wondering when, exactly, it was you had fallen for him, hook, line and sinker.
There are things about him you could never love, and it's likewise, you know. He said it himself, shaped his lips around those words like a snake squeezing the life out of its prey: "You could never love all of me, but you're going to try." It was honesty in all its brutality, because you saw beauty in everything. Not gullibility, because love, to you, was synonymous with acceptance, and acceptance was second nature to you.
There were things you loved, and things you loved less about him.
You loved how he whispered your name at three am, like you were the only thing that mattered; how he pushed back your hair so he could drink in your entire face, how he looked you in the eye when he spoke to you, with his words like knives. You loved how thoughtful and different he was when it was just you and him, and guiltily, you loved that you were the only one who saw past the hard mask.
The things you loved less about him: how he would become cold and distant within company, the brush of his skin that always left you cold and, "you could never love all of me, but you're going to try."
He wore his pride like a crown, and his crown like an anchor. You hate that he has so much control over you; that his only import of bliss came by way of bloodstream intoxication. You could never find happiness at the bottom of a bottle, but it's just another testimony of how different you both are. You hate how quickly and easily you submit, you hate how he hates that you see so much of him.
In his mind, sometimes you could swear you were only a non-entity;
Only a fight to be victored;
Only ever the rock to be anchored.
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