..:Visionary:..
an In Universe tale starring Himeka and Kazune from Kamichama Karin
written by moonmagicks
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Disclaimer: Kamichama Karin belongs to respective owners (Koge-Donbo, Kondancha, Tokyo-Pop, etc.) and Artemis is not making any materialistic profit off of writing this one-shot
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Sometimes, when it rains, she gazes out of her gloomy second-story window and ponders. A million questions bubble to the surface, all whispering in her head. She does nothing to appease their cries, instead listening closer, as if an answer will float up beneath the infinite questions. But nothing comes to light. Except one.
One question is always being repeated, mercilessly screeching at her, battering her soul with cries of:
"What if she never came...?"
She shakes her head, trying to ignore it, as, as always, the answer comes right after the question.
"Then he would be yours, all yours, and you two would be happy again."
She knows it's not right to feel this way, especially towards a family member, but she also knows what her love is not the need to be boyfriend-girlfriend or even husband-wife. It's simply the want, no the need to be with him always. She sighs, proceeding to shut the window; if some of the rain got onto her face, he would certainly inquire what she was doing in the rain.
But if she did not open the window and allow the rain to brush her features, what else would hide her tears?
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He misses her, and he acknowledges this. It is one of the few emotions that he will actually willingly acknowledge. He misses all the shared moments; her knitting a scarf for him, running her fingers through his hair (because he had thrown away his comb once more), every little thing they did together. He runs them through his mind; a surplus of thoughts. There was no order, they just rose to the top of his head and popped; with no care of his personal feelings.
This goes for one traitorous thought in particular.
"What if she never came?"
The other girl, he cared for too, and knew that deep, deep, deep, deep down inside, he loved her in the romantic way. But a nagging thought always punctuates this thought.
"You only love her because you need someone to argue with. You know you could never hold against an arguement with her."
He shakes his head repeatedly at this thought; after all, he liked the other girl for her personality too. So cheerful and warm.
"Just like her."
He unconsciously looks down, a habit he knows she had already caught onto. His unfaithful mind seemed to have quieted down greatly, and he thanks the heavens for this stroke of luck. He looks up and around, making sure that no one is watching, for most of the residents would know something was wrong if they caught him staring at the ground.
But if he did not stare at the ground, observing the chocolate-brown tiles, how else would he hide his tears?
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