Disclaimer: Not mine, Naoko's.
This is just a fun little thing I wrote after consuming too much sugar and reading inane fics and it was cold and kind of. . . stimulating and I got kind of weird and took a walk and it was night and I came back and my roomate's all "How was your walk?" and I mumbled something that apparently satisfied her and then I sat down and wrote this.
*************************************************************Stalker
By Clay
Sometimes I feel the urge to watch her.
I stand on the school grounds in the middle of winter, running my hands over the rough bark of a tree. I've been standing here for over twenty minutes. . . just waiting. She'll come past me as she leaves class.
Meanwhile, I stand in the shade of this tree.
The wind is merciful today and I barely feel the cold through the jacket of my uniform.
I continue to run my hands down the bark of the tree. It flakes off and covers my hands in a fine powder. I suddenly have the urge to feel the weight of the tree. I need to know how immobile it is. . . the sheer force of nature hidden behind a facade of flaking brown.
Other students pass me and wonder, but they are not important. What is important is that I see her. . . perhaps she's already left?
I press against the tree. . . .
Turning, I find Michiru exiting the school. She laughs as she innocently chats with a classmate. She looks so happy. . . so normal.
I keep my back to her and wander a little further away from the path. I don't want her to notice me, do I? I don't want her life to be disrupted by me. . . by. . . . But, her life is already disrupted by things outside of my control. And I need her. I've never needed anyone before, but I need her now.
I almost hide behind another tree as she passes and continue to feel the bark beneath my finger tips. She glances towards her friend and I swear our eyes meet for a fraction of a second, but she acts as if she can't see me and returns to her friend. They continue to walk and soon Michiru. . . My Michiru is out of site.
I lean against the tree, welcoming the sensation as it bites into my back. I smile and envision Her before me once again. Her wavy aqua hair and wide dark lashed eyes. The curve of her hips. . . . I chuckle rather bitterly.
The winds picks up and it feels like thousand of icicles pricking my skin.
The wind. . . .
I stretch and leave the safety of the immobile tree, heading casually towards the parking lot.
THE END!
