Possession, by Bakaness
Notes at bottom.
He is not mine. He never was. He never will be.
The thought is as horribly tangible as any blow he may deal me, but it remains the truth. Funny how it took me this long to realize that – I'm normally better at reading people.
He can never be mine. We belong to different worlds… he is a fey creature of the night, disappearing in an eye blink. Amazingly strong, mind, body and soul… he has no use for a weak creature such as I. Me, with the soft hands, and a softer heart, unlike his own battle-hardened potency that leaves me weak and all but quivering in his presence.
He doesn't know this, of course. I may not be able to fight as he does, but I can act.
Oh, he was mine, in a way, for a short while… but it was more me being his… he can never be possessed. May as well try to chain the wind in place, harness darkness. It cannot be done.
I realize now that those nights that seemed to last forever were but illusions. He felt nothing for me – I was just a cheap whore for his needs. No more, no less.
Sometimes I think we may have been friends… that maybe that was why he came to me late at night, covered in wounds from fighting, to have me patch him up. And the wounds weren't always physical. But, no matter what I tried, how I suffered… his mind was always occupied with his One True Love.
The Fight.
I could never compare. And I finally realized that, after innumerable nights of trying.
He looked… surprised?… that night he came and I refused him, furious at him, at myself, at the ethereal love I could never compete with. He stared at me a few moments, eyes blank, while I tried to explain through my fury, and then he left the way he came in, and I was alone.
His love killed him, as I knew it would. You can only dance with the Shadow- Lover so many times before you give in. I knew, when he left, he would never come back… so did he, I think. But the thrill called him - a siren never to be denied.
This blade used to be his, you know. It's amazingly sharp, and polished to a fault. He was never mine, but I was always his. Without knowing it, he somehow danced his way into my heart, became my reason for living, for surviving. Now, what do I have?
I glance out the open window, to the full moon that had comforted me so in the past; October moon, Blood moon. I gasp as an impossible vision appears before me. It's… Him. It's HIM! He enters the room like a dream, smiling, as I have never seen him do before. As I stare, jaw slack, he gently removes the blade from my hands and places it on the desk.
"No." He whispers, and then kisses me with tenderness, instead of his usual desperate passion. After an eternity of seconds, he releases me, and I gasp for breath, bewildered by the expression in his eyes. "It's over." He whispers again as I stare in bewilderment. "I don't have to fight anymore." Suddenly, it makes sense, and I throw myself at him, laughing – and then kiss him with all that I have.
Maybe, just maybe, I can have him all to myself, after all.
Notes: Yet another strange little POV… and the funny thing is, I had 4 couples in mind as I wrote this… Noin, about Zechs, Sally, about Wu-fei, Kurama, about Hiei, Duo, about Heero. So… take it as you will… and for some of those ppl there's some OOC, so… be nice, k?
Oh, BTW, I have no idea whether he's dead or alive… you decide. I'm going for alive, myself, romantic sap that I am…
Notes at bottom.
He is not mine. He never was. He never will be.
The thought is as horribly tangible as any blow he may deal me, but it remains the truth. Funny how it took me this long to realize that – I'm normally better at reading people.
He can never be mine. We belong to different worlds… he is a fey creature of the night, disappearing in an eye blink. Amazingly strong, mind, body and soul… he has no use for a weak creature such as I. Me, with the soft hands, and a softer heart, unlike his own battle-hardened potency that leaves me weak and all but quivering in his presence.
He doesn't know this, of course. I may not be able to fight as he does, but I can act.
Oh, he was mine, in a way, for a short while… but it was more me being his… he can never be possessed. May as well try to chain the wind in place, harness darkness. It cannot be done.
I realize now that those nights that seemed to last forever were but illusions. He felt nothing for me – I was just a cheap whore for his needs. No more, no less.
Sometimes I think we may have been friends… that maybe that was why he came to me late at night, covered in wounds from fighting, to have me patch him up. And the wounds weren't always physical. But, no matter what I tried, how I suffered… his mind was always occupied with his One True Love.
The Fight.
I could never compare. And I finally realized that, after innumerable nights of trying.
He looked… surprised?… that night he came and I refused him, furious at him, at myself, at the ethereal love I could never compete with. He stared at me a few moments, eyes blank, while I tried to explain through my fury, and then he left the way he came in, and I was alone.
His love killed him, as I knew it would. You can only dance with the Shadow- Lover so many times before you give in. I knew, when he left, he would never come back… so did he, I think. But the thrill called him - a siren never to be denied.
This blade used to be his, you know. It's amazingly sharp, and polished to a fault. He was never mine, but I was always his. Without knowing it, he somehow danced his way into my heart, became my reason for living, for surviving. Now, what do I have?
I glance out the open window, to the full moon that had comforted me so in the past; October moon, Blood moon. I gasp as an impossible vision appears before me. It's… Him. It's HIM! He enters the room like a dream, smiling, as I have never seen him do before. As I stare, jaw slack, he gently removes the blade from my hands and places it on the desk.
"No." He whispers, and then kisses me with tenderness, instead of his usual desperate passion. After an eternity of seconds, he releases me, and I gasp for breath, bewildered by the expression in his eyes. "It's over." He whispers again as I stare in bewilderment. "I don't have to fight anymore." Suddenly, it makes sense, and I throw myself at him, laughing – and then kiss him with all that I have.
Maybe, just maybe, I can have him all to myself, after all.
Notes: Yet another strange little POV… and the funny thing is, I had 4 couples in mind as I wrote this… Noin, about Zechs, Sally, about Wu-fei, Kurama, about Hiei, Duo, about Heero. So… take it as you will… and for some of those ppl there's some OOC, so… be nice, k?
Oh, BTW, I have no idea whether he's dead or alive… you decide. I'm going for alive, myself, romantic sap that I am…
