Again, this isn't what people want from me, so i'm sorry. I have such a bad case of writers block, artists block, everythingblock, that i can't function. Plus it's hot. So I looked through some old stuff and found this drabble lying around, waiting to be posted. It was originally part of a thing i was doing to give some publicity to my forum, but i got distracted.
Go visit it, if you want. It's called Inspiration Achieved... and i've already been told that it's a waste of space. :( So, confirm for me, k?
Please enjoy.
There aren't times when Kyo likes Yuki.
Pleasant conversations, a shared joke, working together – these thing just don't happen. Yuki knows that. Yuki expects that every time he comes into the room, he'll more sense than see Kyo twitch in annoyance. He knows that Kyo will yell at him, just like he knows that he himself will be short tempered with Kyo and pick at him unnecessarily. Yuki knows he'll be called 'damn rat', just like he knows he'll call Kyo 'stupid cat. They'll hate each other just like they're supposed to, and go on living together with barely suppressed fists and weighted shoulders. No peace. No comfort. Yuki knows each step.
But there are things that Yuki doesn't know.
There are times when Yuki can't predict what's going to happen. Times when Kyo, or even he, upsets the balance that they both live in. There are times when that anger and hatred and disgust tends to melt, and Yuki can't tell what's left there.
And then everything is quiet.
And just for a moment, Yuki wonders just what there would be if there weren't the cat and the rat
If there weren't so many things tying them together.
If there was no curse.
And during those moments when it's quiet, and when they both can only observe, awkward and stubborn, Yuki doesn't know anymore.
Neither does Kyo.
And so there is silence.
I don't think i've ever written anything that short... kinda weird, but whatever, i guess. I like getting into detail too much, so i thought i'd just leave it as is. Possible fail. Bah.