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Genre: Friendship, Romance
Rating: K
Words: 589
Summary: Bits of fluff, because fluff is what you need.
Notes: I was a bit iffy about this, but Jo-chan said she liked it sooo, I guess it's not too bad. It's pretty short...
Just so you know, I put about zero effort in naming these one-shots and drabbles. So yeah.
Feel free to ask me a question or request a story anytime, PM or review.
Title: Moments
→(zero).
He looks at her and he feels bliss well up inside him. And he thinks, she's mine. Mine and alone.
He can't fathom how he deserved her, but he's happy. That's all that matters. So he'll smile and cherish every moment her has with her because he knows that what's she wants, what he wants.
(one).
"What are we doing?" he asks. He tightens his arms around her and she replies.
"I don't know."
They continue hugging, tears streaking down their cheeks. He's warm and she's content and he can't believe it's her of all people he connects with.
→(zero).
He's thankful because he didn't understand what it truly meant to have someone like her until he almost lost her. But she stayed, in the end, so he's grateful, praising lord, so, so glad.
(two).
"What are we doing?" he wonders; he's in a trance. She glares at him and their friends are hiding behind that table over there. They're fighting, throwing things, screaming insults, but he can't remember how it started. Why it started.
He puts down the book he was about to chuck at her and walks out, shaking his head.
Was she really the same girl he shared tears with? The same person he hugged, the same person that knows what's it's like to be utterly useless to your parents? No, this girl was too insensitive, it isn't her. She never existed.
→(zero).
Her honey-golden eyes bore into his as she smiles that oh-so-perfect smile of hers. He feels like he's floating.
(three).
"What are we doing?"
She's lacing up her sandals and her dress is billowing in the wind. She looks like an angel but is the complete opposite. No. He knows what she is. She's human. Flawed, sweet, difficult. Human.
"Well, we're locked in a room. We're currently mad at each other. And our friends are the geniuses that came up with this ploy and I'm pretty sure they're outside this door listening to our every word," she told him.
He nods his head. "Sounds about right."
They lock gazes, share smirks and simultaneously began listing all the terrible things they'll do to their friends once they get out of here. Threats.
Needless to say, the door creaks open seconds later.
→(zero).
"Remember the time we were mad at each other?"
She rolls her eyes and says, "There are a lot of times that happened."
"True."
(four).
"What are we doing?" he says as though it were a bad habit.
She gives him a weird look and continues to mix the batter. He grabs the oven sheets and covers it with foil.
Slowly, she pours the batter to make several, round cookies.
"Once we're done, we won't say anything about this, okay?" she demands.
He shrugs. "Sure."
"I mean it. This is only for Amu since it's her birthday and she wanted us to get along."
He stays silent and she doesn't question him.
When the cookies are done baking, he says, "Christmas?"
She doesn't reply but she relaxes and he knows that when Christmas did come around, they would be making cream puffs.
(r-e-p-e-a-t)
→(zero).
When he thinks back to those incidents, how disconcertingly similar they are, he realizes that it's not long until he realizes he has a crush on her. It's not long before his every word has a purpose. Not long before he sees her blush whenever he says sweet words. Not long until he claims her as his. He realizes that he wanted her from the very beginning.
Notes: Apparently, threatening my existence doesn't help me get reviews. I should have known better :P
Sorry there's such a huge gap between one-shots now. I can only write when I feel like it. There are times, such as when I first started this, that the Rimahiko drivel was pouring out of my head. Other times, I can do nothing but weird or incoherent formats because that's how I feel. Sometimes, I can write normally with normal sentence structures. There are a lot of times I can't write at all and have to hack every single sentence out of me.
This time, the fluff came in jumbles, but I hope it's enough to make you satisfied. :)
~KiMi