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AN: Thanks goes to maddy midnight, who was the only reviewer so far of this story!
To maddy- Thank you! I like to spell Lenalee as Linaly.:D I saw it spelled like that on a fanart of her and it looked better than Lenalee Lee so I used that spelling for this story. I will write a story with Miss Lee's name spelled like Lenalee, though, I think… And I used you because Rabi was describing Linaly from a second person-ish view.
B.Balloon
We are leaning against a tall, sturdy tree just outside our Headquarters, staring into the clear azure sky, when you suddenly announce, with those sincere dark purple eyes,"I think that balloons are part of me."
Allen and I look at you as if you had suddenly confessed to a secret hobby of taking pictures of Rouvelier and editing them so there is a heart on his face. Even Yuu slightly glances over at you and snorts.
"Linaly, has Jerry poisoned your food today?! Are you high?! Are you drunk?! LINALY!"
Allen asks-screams, waving his non-Akuma weapon hand in front of your eyes.
"Of course I am all right," you smile, waving his hand off. "I was just remembering the past." For a split second, I see your face crack into pain and suffering- a face full of torture, a face that makes me want to protect you, to defend you from harm. Allen sees it, too, and puts an assuring hand on your shoulder. You smile gratefully, and I feel jealous for a teensy millisecond. Allen doesn't know your pain as well as I do. Allen hasn't been with you for the last 2 years at the Headquarters. Allen has not seen you in a coffin, of you stabbing him, crying that he has betrayed you in an evil illusion made by Road. Allen has not seen your face covered with bandages, with scars and bruises that permanently stayed inside you, tears streaming down your face, wetting your then-long dark green hair. But it melts away, melted by shame that I would even hold a grudge against Allen for something he can't control.
"Then why are balloons part of you?" Allen asks.
"Well, they represent my dream- My dream to have everyone I love so very dearly with me, peaceful and safe. Balloons remind me that if mere objects like them can fly, then I am so bigger than them- I have power to change, to love," you reply, looking at the sky still.
Allen smiles. "Then I better save every balloon I see for you," he laughs.
I smile also.
I've come to see balloons in a whole new light.
Why?
They're loved by a person I love as a lover.