A/N: This was originally a gift to a good friend (ILU dear, you're the Rawksiss to my Axel XD) who's been keeping me company online a lot lately, along with a bunch of other AkuRoku shorts. I like the pairing as much as the next gal, but it's hard to write when you're running out of interesting things to say.
That having been said, I thought I'd add my sentiments to the already-brimming pot. Have fun, kids.
Definition
(Here's a story you don't know.)
I wanna be Somebody, you told him once, though by now you've probably forgotten. And you felt like an idiot for saying it soon after, because even the world around you Never Was. Because you should have never Been—ever. Therefore, you really should have known better.
(But, no. You didn't know better; you don't know how important that is. If you had, see, there would be no story.)
I wanna be Somebody, and the words tasted strange in your mouth—all the dried-up hopes and drought and wanting—because you already knew the truth. You'd already heard all the jabber about not being allowed to have anyone or anything, even yourself—because you were Nobody. And you should have realized then and there that all you really did have was the wanting, anyway, which was as good as nothing at all.
(But, no. You didn't realize. You don't realize that you actually have heard these words before. You already know this story.)
I wanna be Somebody, you told him. He smiled at you then, because he heard the inflections of your speech and knew what you meant—Somebody, not somebody. He smiled at you, and it seemed so real that you almost smiled back. Almost.
(But, no. You didn't smile, in the end. And you don't remember, it wasn't real—you must not feel very much like laughing anymore. Wherever you are.)
But you are Somebody, he said, and more than that. You're… And here he broke off, laughed with his heart as his long arms drew nonsensical circles in the air. He looked so damn ridiculous that you almost laughed along. Almost.
(But, no. You did remember—then and there—that strange, dried up space somewhere inside where your heart Was Not, and would never Be. You couldn't laugh with your heart if you tried—he shouldn't have been able to, either.)
You didn't understand what he meant, not then. You probably figured he was… what? Just painting pictures, just fooling around and trying to bring back the light in your eyes, even if he had to lie to do so. Just that, you told yourself, because you didn't understand. You probably still wouldn't, if you remembered.
(But, no. You don't remember. You can't even tell how the story ends, because the rest of his sentence fell into that space and was lost.)
You're Everybody to me.