Title; Childish
Summary; Everyone always called her an adult, but he knew.
Words; 527
Type; drabble
Pairing; RyuujixAmi
Disclaimer; I do not own Toradora! (great series, by the way, just finished it) or any of its contents.
A/N; Feedback's appreciated, as always
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"Ryuuji, I hate you!" she screamed in his face.
"Hey, Kawa--!"
"Shut up! Get out!" a door was slammed in his face.
Ryuuji shivered in the freezing cold, worriedly looking up at the sky; if it was going to snow, he was sure to catch a cold.
As always, he didn't have a clue as of when she was going to let him in again. His keys? He didn't even bother to check whether or not he had them anymore, opting to keep his hands shoved in his pockets of his vest to shield them from the cold; as always, his girlfriend of two years (At age 18, he finally mustered the courage to ask her out. She had laughed, and ordered him to take her to the most expensive restaurant in town. He quickly learned it was better to cook at home for her; both liked it better that way) had made sure to snatch them away from him before she had started her little tirade.
"What a mess. Couldn't she choose a warm summer day to lock me out?" He mumbled to himself, posting himself next to the door. He made himself comfortable against the wall; he was probably going to be there for a while. As always.
X
She was always sensible. An adult, even in her teen years. That was what others had always told her, Kawashima Ami. A natural airhead (as she called herself with a gullible smile, when introducing herself), beautiful, and working as a successful model. In her thoughts, she called this the 'Ami-mega-charm!-mask', and was always firmly tied on her head.
The first string (the right one, she always imagined) was pulled loose by short, loud-mouthed girl, who dragged her into her world and became her friend.
The second string (the left one) was removed a bit differently. While the first knot was gone with one, determined yank, this one was untied with tiny, patient tugs. Her being unsure, unwilling to show her whole, true being, him being hesitant about the whole thing, but most of all, careful with her. Making sure she wouldn't break.
Then it came finally came loose, fell down to the floor, collided and the mask was the one to break, not her. A thousand little pieces; and in each of them, Ami could see herself. The strong Ami, the weak Ami. Dependant, independent. Crying and smiling, and 993 more Ami's in the very last piece though, she saw something different. Current Ami; though with a new mask (with thinner, less firm knots; understand me, look at me), a few holes were in it, specially designed to be visible for those that cared enough.
And she understood.
She knew who were to ones to see through the holes in her mask.
She knew who could see through it all.
X
Earlier than he had expected, the door opened with a loud swing. There she stood; quiet now, with an evident pout on her face.
He smiled that caring, 'I'm onto you' smile of his, and he told her what she always wanted to hear; what no one else saw.
"Man. Ami, you're such a child."
END