KWMS (c) Hiro Fujiwara, Song 'Delusion Sketch' by Hatsune Miku, Lyrics (c) vgboy (you're awesome!)


Delusory

de·lu·sory

adj.

not real or true


Since I'm muttering only petty lies,
There's no reason to hate me, is there?
I'm fine with a love back-to-back,
So promptly, please do warm me up...


"Sorry, I have to go for a date." Aoi excuses himself with a little petty lie. He ensures that date was stressed, and his excuse loud enough for Suzuna – who was hiding behind the coverlet (he knows her recent silly antics and hiding locations) – to hear.

Cerulean eyes took a glance at the hiding figure, spitefully hoping that she will squirm, that she will shake, that she will cry, that she will –.

It is only fair, he reasons, that she suffers as much as I do.

Aoi 'hates' her. He hopes she returns the favour ('hate me, hate me too.') so that his hurt and guilt would be assuaged.

The world tilted a little on its axis when he catches Misaki's reproving expression. Why does she wear that expression? She has not worn that, expressing disapproval at my actions for a long while. Why now? What did I do wrong? When sapphire eyes spot the elder sibling's comforting hand on her shoulder, he made a dash for the changing room. Everything was blurry and come in twos-and-threes, and only the path to the changing room (his solace, now) was clear.

Hurt and anger have, finally, fully blossomed themselves in his chest.

So it is my fault? I am not in the wrong! Aoi oh-so-badly wants to scream out. The words, however, died on his throat when he realised that Suzuna should hate me.

(But he never needed anyone else to despise him.)

-x-

A breath left her lips the moment he was out of sight. Eyelids closed over dimmed hazel eyes. Thoughts raced through her head.

I am alright with this. I am not jealous, nor upset. Even if I am, I deserve it, for hurting him. This is what I should get. I will not intervene in anything regarding him.

It is okay for him to hate me, as long as I still love him.

Her own tiny palms went to her sister's warm ones, intending to remove it. Instead, Misaki squeezed her shoulders a little (which hurts, painfully).

"Settle this, Suzuna." An admonishment hidden in a command was all Misaki tells her before leaving.

Tea-coloured eyes revealed themselves, exhaustion now weighing onto her petite figure more heavily. Her elder sister knows. Misaki knows the situation. Misaki knows who holds the fault (her). So Misaki is tasking her with the responsibility.

(Because she always obeys her sister, and Misaki is exploiting that fact so she would not run from confronting Aoi.)


END


A/N:

(i) Kind of open-ended, but I shall leave it to your imagination to picture the ending. Ooh, I know! How about a contest? For whomever writer is able to come up with the best ending for this? Write it and post it under your account, but alert me so that I can read (and review) too! Well, I shall leave it to you.

(ii) Thanks to sonic-elric, reviewers like you are hard to find!

(iii) I checked and I know there is a great number of peepers (~600, if ffnet stats is to be trusted). Dropping a single line for review is okay with me! Insightful ones, funny ones, whichever - please, review!