Stir of Echoes
by Aqua
Sometimes you love someone, but don't really know why. This is what happened to me. I could sense him, the strange power inside of him. His thoughts, fleeting as they were with no contact between us, were far beyond those a regular human thought. So I did the only thing I knew how to do. I attacked him.
Even now, I'm proud that my reaction to him didn't show. The moment his eyes fell on me, my breath caught. The moment he spoke, my knees went weak. It almost would of been better if he was an enemy instead of my partner. At that moment, along with the startling attraction, I hated him for making me feel that way.
Too stubborn more than anything else, I continued to hate him for as long as I could. It was hard because he was kind to me. Kinder than anyone else I had ever met. Before my death, I hadn't even known what the word meant. Afterward, I was too jadded to even believe that I ever would.
I respected him before I actually liked him. The power which he possesses and controls is too impressive for one not to respect it.
When he shielded me, protected me, it was as though I was precious to him. From that moment on, I will never forget the security of his arms.
He even saved me from my biggest nightmare in a situation that could of cost him his life. It was then, as I had looked up at him through tears of pain, fear, and anger, that I first felt the tug on my heart.
It escalated from there so quickly that I had no real chance to adapt. There was a brief denial stage, a moment when I refused to accept that I could be attracted to Tsuzuki. After my nightmare, I never thought I would like another human being, muchless a man. A dead man on top of it all.
Still, my breath comes faster when I see him and my body trembles when he touches me. All the more reason to pull away, besides the mental stress it causes me. I fear that he may one day discover the true depth of what I feel for him. Sometimes, especially since the day I begged him not to leave me, I think he knows how deep this infatuation really goes. There are so many people in love with him, I would imagine it difficult for him not to recognize the signs now.
He deserves better than me anyway. A cursed child with a defiled body. I hate myself for what I am and, although I know he doesn't see me that way, it is my biggest reason for constantly drawing away. He would realize his folly eventually if he were to fall for me. I don't think my heart could bare the moment in which he realizes.
He has become my everything. The reason I keep going, the reason why I keep fighting even when the focus of my revenge is gone. When I wake, he is the first person I see and the last before I go to bed. His smile alone makes my soul lighten. It is almost humbling when I realize the power he doesn't even know he has over me.
Even now, he sleeps in the bed next to my owna nd I can't stop staring at the peaceful features of his face. He never looks happier than when he's sleeping, unless it is when he gets candy. I cannot understand how he can be so innocent, yet so fierce in battle at the same time. It still awes me.
Reaching out, I gently touch his cheek. His dreams are peaceful and my thoughts calm as a result. Often, I cannot touch anyone, including him, without being overwhelmed by their emotions. Most people have too negative of an outlook, brought on by the stress of simply existing.
It soothes me like nothing else and I fall sleep easily into a rare, peaceful, sleep.
Owari
by Aqua
Sometimes you love someone, but don't really know why. This is what happened to me. I could sense him, the strange power inside of him. His thoughts, fleeting as they were with no contact between us, were far beyond those a regular human thought. So I did the only thing I knew how to do. I attacked him.
Even now, I'm proud that my reaction to him didn't show. The moment his eyes fell on me, my breath caught. The moment he spoke, my knees went weak. It almost would of been better if he was an enemy instead of my partner. At that moment, along with the startling attraction, I hated him for making me feel that way.
Too stubborn more than anything else, I continued to hate him for as long as I could. It was hard because he was kind to me. Kinder than anyone else I had ever met. Before my death, I hadn't even known what the word meant. Afterward, I was too jadded to even believe that I ever would.
I respected him before I actually liked him. The power which he possesses and controls is too impressive for one not to respect it.
When he shielded me, protected me, it was as though I was precious to him. From that moment on, I will never forget the security of his arms.
He even saved me from my biggest nightmare in a situation that could of cost him his life. It was then, as I had looked up at him through tears of pain, fear, and anger, that I first felt the tug on my heart.
It escalated from there so quickly that I had no real chance to adapt. There was a brief denial stage, a moment when I refused to accept that I could be attracted to Tsuzuki. After my nightmare, I never thought I would like another human being, muchless a man. A dead man on top of it all.
Still, my breath comes faster when I see him and my body trembles when he touches me. All the more reason to pull away, besides the mental stress it causes me. I fear that he may one day discover the true depth of what I feel for him. Sometimes, especially since the day I begged him not to leave me, I think he knows how deep this infatuation really goes. There are so many people in love with him, I would imagine it difficult for him not to recognize the signs now.
He deserves better than me anyway. A cursed child with a defiled body. I hate myself for what I am and, although I know he doesn't see me that way, it is my biggest reason for constantly drawing away. He would realize his folly eventually if he were to fall for me. I don't think my heart could bare the moment in which he realizes.
He has become my everything. The reason I keep going, the reason why I keep fighting even when the focus of my revenge is gone. When I wake, he is the first person I see and the last before I go to bed. His smile alone makes my soul lighten. It is almost humbling when I realize the power he doesn't even know he has over me.
Even now, he sleeps in the bed next to my owna nd I can't stop staring at the peaceful features of his face. He never looks happier than when he's sleeping, unless it is when he gets candy. I cannot understand how he can be so innocent, yet so fierce in battle at the same time. It still awes me.
Reaching out, I gently touch his cheek. His dreams are peaceful and my thoughts calm as a result. Often, I cannot touch anyone, including him, without being overwhelmed by their emotions. Most people have too negative of an outlook, brought on by the stress of simply existing.
It soothes me like nothing else and I fall sleep easily into a rare, peaceful, sleep.
Owari