Every few months, I get a notification of someone favoriting/following this so I figured I'd just dump all the rest of the story. =P
Hate my angsty story~with EXTREME PASSION.
咲かせよう 桜が舞い降りて
Let's make the cherry blossoms bloom and fall
弱い自分から抜け出せる
I can escape my weak self
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He liked her. He never actually did realized it. He just knew he enjoyed being with her, not quite attached together yet still joined at the hip. He trusted her to watch his back like she did for him. It was a relation based on faith, on mutual understanding. They never needed to talk too much to each other, they just knew. He knew she liked him, she knew she could depend on him. He knew she was gentle, fragile and she knew he was strong, reliable. He knew she was his princess and she knew he was her knight.
But slowly, a gap began to form between them. He did not realize it. She did.
He thought she understood. She didn't. She never did quite understand him. She was always lost, always looking for answers on his impassible face. She still remembered how easily he had looked at her and told her with that same cold expression "I hate you". She had acted like she understood him with a big, happy smile, not wanting him to do it again. To hurt her again.
But she had begun to resent how he never seemed to understand she loved him, how no matter how much she embraced him as he was he never seemed to make her more than a tolerable partner. She was a fool and she knew it. Pain was unavoidable with him.
She started to draw a distance between him and her. She started to keep secrets from him.
He was a creature of power, authority. He created order through force, making people tremble with the simplest meeting of his eyes. Where he went, silence and fear followed. He did not hear the contempt of the mob, he did not feel the anger that rose within them. He just raised himself higher and higher in the hierarchy, growing more powerful with each second. He was himself. He was true. He was everything he wanted to be. He was her love.
But she became a creature of society, gaining her status not through her tonfa but with her smile and lies. She was deceitful, crafty. She was pretty, girly. She was herself, yet another. Her slow, sly smiles were there to instill trust and her calculated, manipulative lies were for her tranquility. She moved and touched the people around her, helping and protecting with the simple red band around her arm. She was the untouchable Committee member. She was his love.
"Justice cannot be respected without Power. But Power cannot rule forever… Power runs out. That's why... if Power wants to be, he has to pass off as Justice."
"…Why are you saying that, [Name]-san?"
She smiled. "Because I am Justice."
She never did try to overthrow him but he had known all along. He had realized her how she pushed him away. He was smarter. He was smarter than she was and they both knew. He could have tried to stop her from gathering so much support, he could have confronted her about her resentful campaign, he could have just hurt her for betraying his truth. She could have pushed him off his seat for his violence, she could have overthrown him for his injustice, she could have just fought him for recognition and fame. But they both didn't, as if knowing well this would have been the point of no return. As if doing it would be the climax of their fears where finally they would both get heartbroken.
"Kyoya."
She never lied to herself about it. She loved him and he didn't love her back.
He had never noticed how weak she was inside. He had never seen her insecurities until now.
She smiled sadly. He had let down his guard. He always did when with her.
"Kyoya, fight me."
"No."
He refused her for the first time. He refused her because she wasn't normal. He refused her because he knew her too well. If he fought and won, she would pull out of his life. If he fought and let her win, she would just do the same. She was being stupid. He hadn't learned to fight for that. He hadn't.
He had learned to fight so he would never be pressured into doing anything again, so nobody could yell at him again, forcing him to do anything he disliked to. He had learned to fight so he could protect her from anything.
Even herself.
She hit him. He didn't dodge.
"Fight me."
"You're an idiot."
She was. She didn't even know why she was insisting, what she hoped to get out of this. She just knew she needed it. She needed this fight. She needed him to fight her.
"Fight me."
"No."
He looked at her. She wasn't the sun, she wasn't blinding and shining. She was an earthy being, bound by the rules of the world. She was imperfect. She was like a bud, slowly reaching out to become a full bloomed flower.
She looked at him. She saw a cloud in the sky, free to be and free to rise. She saw his freedom, she saw possibilities. He was, he would be. He existed, he would always exist. In the darkness. In the light. In her head.
Tears poured out of her eyes.
Kyoya, what if I was an herbivore all along?
In her heart.
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涙の音奏でる旋律を歌う
I'll sing a melody with the sound of tears