So...first published fanfiction in foreverr. It's Shaman King, and not that great, rly. but its's okayy. kinda lol.
a bit confusing, i confess.
They're all broken.
It's ridiculous, he thought. The five most powerful beings on this planet, and they're all broken.
None of them had had a good childhood. None of them had been accepted, cared for, happy. They'd all grown up with the sting of loneliness, grown up with the chatter of those long dead, grown up to fight through the darkness and fears of childhood alone.
Now they're older, mature beyond their years, and all he can wonder is how utterly messed up his life is.
He turns, and he sees softly piercing red eyes framed by glowing silver hair. They kiss, and all he can think of is a carelessly cheerful smile and warm brown eyes that hid all the fears of loneliness. But instead he sees resigned scarlet, and he lets his heart crack just a bit more.
He had so many chances, so many of them, but like grains of sand, he let them be washed away in his useless pride, his stupid ego. He lost his chances years ago, and he knows it and regrets it as remembers all the maybes, could-haves, would-have-beens, if only he hadn't been so dense.
He kisses soft pink lips set in a face of delicate reds and whites and silvers but dreams of the warmth of browns. He dreams of long-ago days of simply being nearby, in his presence. Days of hiding smiles behind faux-angry glares. Days of contentment, of the ridiculous sense that time had been stopped just for the two of them.
But of course it hadn't, and he was quickly–happily, he supposed, bitter and sullen and not-just-a-bit betrayed–married.
And now all he can do is try finding the same heat and ardor that had once burned inside his heart in a soul every bit as lonely and regretful as his.
Every bit as cold. Every bit as empty.
And every bit as broken.