Yep, another POV piece. This one's Taito-licious (to quote a comment I made about Sub-Zero Ice Punch...)
And, on another note, this is a completely random recommedation/order. GO READ AVIGON!!! It's a comic book by Che' Gilson, published by Image Comics, probably available at your local comic store. The collected version only costs about $6 US, so you don't have much of an excuse on THAT front. I read this thing and I spent around half-an-hour wandering around just trembling. It's that good.
Now, on with the fic. (And read Avigon!)
*****
All these people, these girls, who crush on my Matt don't really know anything about him.
They're almost crushing more on the name, Ishida Yamato, then what he really is. Because they don't know them like I do.
They don't know the sweet smell of his hair, or the taste of his mouth. They've never put their fingers around the tiny ball of his wrist.
He's so small, really. Just skin and bones. I'm smaller than he is and I almost feel afraid of crushing those tiny fairy-light hands in my grip. And those tiny butterfly hips...
Those girls have never...would never hold him as he nightmares. On the nights when he seems to be fighting his demons single-handedly behind those pale eyelids, those girls would run off, afraid. They wouldn't hold him until he breaks down like a string-cut marionette and cries.
One night he hit me while he was asleep. Hard. Hard enough that he broke my nose. Those girls would never put up with that.
They wouldn't let him lie quietly, listening to their hearts as he tries not to think about whatever-it-is that's driving him crazy.
They would never stay long enough to learn about the hell that lies behind his pretty face, or listen as he tells them his nightmares.
("I'm hurt and alone, Tai. And they all left me behind, and everyone hates me. TK and Sora and Mimi and...
("You. You hate me, too.")
They'd never stay through that. And they'd never see his secret smile, or hear the laugh that he saves for me. They'd never get to hear the beautiful words he comes up when he's half-asleep or know the little hound-sighs he makes when he's actually dreaming peacefully.
Because you have to put up with the craziness that is Ishida Yamato to know the sweetness that is Ishida Yamato. You have to know him inside and out, enough that you could hate him so easily that it scares you, and to have fallen into that trap long enough that you never want to return. You have to have all that to truly love him.
And I truly love him.
And, on another note, this is a completely random recommedation/order. GO READ AVIGON!!! It's a comic book by Che' Gilson, published by Image Comics, probably available at your local comic store. The collected version only costs about $6 US, so you don't have much of an excuse on THAT front. I read this thing and I spent around half-an-hour wandering around just trembling. It's that good.
Now, on with the fic. (And read Avigon!)
*****
All these people, these girls, who crush on my Matt don't really know anything about him.
They're almost crushing more on the name, Ishida Yamato, then what he really is. Because they don't know them like I do.
They don't know the sweet smell of his hair, or the taste of his mouth. They've never put their fingers around the tiny ball of his wrist.
He's so small, really. Just skin and bones. I'm smaller than he is and I almost feel afraid of crushing those tiny fairy-light hands in my grip. And those tiny butterfly hips...
Those girls have never...would never hold him as he nightmares. On the nights when he seems to be fighting his demons single-handedly behind those pale eyelids, those girls would run off, afraid. They wouldn't hold him until he breaks down like a string-cut marionette and cries.
One night he hit me while he was asleep. Hard. Hard enough that he broke my nose. Those girls would never put up with that.
They wouldn't let him lie quietly, listening to their hearts as he tries not to think about whatever-it-is that's driving him crazy.
They would never stay long enough to learn about the hell that lies behind his pretty face, or listen as he tells them his nightmares.
("I'm hurt and alone, Tai. And they all left me behind, and everyone hates me. TK and Sora and Mimi and...
("You. You hate me, too.")
They'd never stay through that. And they'd never see his secret smile, or hear the laugh that he saves for me. They'd never get to hear the beautiful words he comes up when he's half-asleep or know the little hound-sighs he makes when he's actually dreaming peacefully.
Because you have to put up with the craziness that is Ishida Yamato to know the sweetness that is Ishida Yamato. You have to know him inside and out, enough that you could hate him so easily that it scares you, and to have fallen into that trap long enough that you never want to return. You have to have all that to truly love him.
And I truly love him.