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Halloa, it's Anago-chan, your twisted neighborhood fanfic-writer. Has anyone noticed that all my fanfics are about someone's feelings for a guy named Harry? Well, here we go again, Outlaw Star style. This is from Ron MacDougall's point of view. I know he's freakishly nice here, but hey, we don't know what he's really like alone with Harry, right? And yes, I know this is sort of yaoi incest. x_x.; But they're not really genetically related, are they? Well, here it is, the result of not being able to sleep while episodes of Outlaw Star play through your head...
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-- Always -- Ron MacDougall
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Harry.
He's lying here beside me, his face buried in the pillow. His small body is quivering, and I know that he's crying.
He's the one person in all the universe that I actually care about. My little brother... and more than that. I've been with him his whole life. After all that's happened between us, he has to know that my feelings for him are true.
And yet I can't reach him.
Even I can't understand what he feels.
"Harry..." I whisper in the soft voice only he hears. He doesn't respond. I lift him up gently, taking his pale, tear-streaked face in my hands, and gazing into his deep, violet eyes. "Harry, what's wrong? Please... can't you tell me?"
He collapses onto my chest, sobbing, and manages to say, "I just feel so empty, Ron... like my life has no meaning... I don't know why I was--"
His eyes widen in surprise as I cut him off with a kiss. Slowly, he closes his eyes and returns it. After a few seconds which seem to last an eternity, I pull away as he looks up at me, his eyes still misty.
"Don't ever say your life has no meaning," I whisper, brushing a strand of shiny, blue-green hair out of his face, "Because your life means everything to me. More than all the money in the galaxy."
Silence. His eyes seem to be staring through me, seeing something no one else can.
"I'm here for you, Harry."
He looks down, toying with the satin sheets, and says quietly, "Are you really?"
I kiss his forehead and hold him close to me, and as he rests his head on my shoulder, I can feel his heart beating in time with mine.
"Always."
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Woohoo. o_O. A little twisted. Please review. ^_^. Flames are even okay. x_x.; Oh, and by the way, I think you've figured out by now that I don't own Outlaw Star. No sir, I'm too odd for them. Oh, and even if you hate it, which you probably do, I'm probably going to write more, just because I don't have anything better to do no da.
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Halloa, it's Anago-chan, your twisted neighborhood fanfic-writer. Has anyone noticed that all my fanfics are about someone's feelings for a guy named Harry? Well, here we go again, Outlaw Star style. This is from Ron MacDougall's point of view. I know he's freakishly nice here, but hey, we don't know what he's really like alone with Harry, right? And yes, I know this is sort of yaoi incest. x_x.; But they're not really genetically related, are they? Well, here it is, the result of not being able to sleep while episodes of Outlaw Star play through your head...
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-- Always -- Ron MacDougall
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Harry.
He's lying here beside me, his face buried in the pillow. His small body is quivering, and I know that he's crying.
He's the one person in all the universe that I actually care about. My little brother... and more than that. I've been with him his whole life. After all that's happened between us, he has to know that my feelings for him are true.
And yet I can't reach him.
Even I can't understand what he feels.
"Harry..." I whisper in the soft voice only he hears. He doesn't respond. I lift him up gently, taking his pale, tear-streaked face in my hands, and gazing into his deep, violet eyes. "Harry, what's wrong? Please... can't you tell me?"
He collapses onto my chest, sobbing, and manages to say, "I just feel so empty, Ron... like my life has no meaning... I don't know why I was--"
His eyes widen in surprise as I cut him off with a kiss. Slowly, he closes his eyes and returns it. After a few seconds which seem to last an eternity, I pull away as he looks up at me, his eyes still misty.
"Don't ever say your life has no meaning," I whisper, brushing a strand of shiny, blue-green hair out of his face, "Because your life means everything to me. More than all the money in the galaxy."
Silence. His eyes seem to be staring through me, seeing something no one else can.
"I'm here for you, Harry."
He looks down, toying with the satin sheets, and says quietly, "Are you really?"
I kiss his forehead and hold him close to me, and as he rests his head on my shoulder, I can feel his heart beating in time with mine.
"Always."
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Woohoo. o_O. A little twisted. Please review. ^_^. Flames are even okay. x_x.; Oh, and by the way, I think you've figured out by now that I don't own Outlaw Star. No sir, I'm too odd for them. Oh, and even if you hate it, which you probably do, I'm probably going to write more, just because I don't have anything better to do no da.
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