One...
By Miko-chan
Standard Disclaimers Apply. Gatekeepers are owned by GONZO. Don't sue and arrest me.
Alone.
That was all I am in this in this world.
Alone.
Did they say man is an island?
Perhaps man, yes...
But a little woman
No.
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The bright sparkle of their eyes glinted soft brown in the radiant, slow glow of the street light as the two were walking down town. They were going to the nearing shrine for the much-awaited Sakura festival. The winds softly playing as the omamori on the girl's sash was playing unknown melodies.
They were laughing then they will start to brawl in eerie voices. The girl, with her brown cascades fluttering wildly, will preach, scold and torment. While the boy, who is declared shall not be accustomed to a hakama, was scratching his head. He was enough looking guilty to her accusations.
Ah! But she would never believe to those cruel words or its unearthly whacks. Neither to the given death glares and childish snubs. She could only gaze in content, in fullfilment and the little bud of jealousy which she tried to snip in its bud. Gratefully, this was harmless and she was more overwhelmed at their smiles and tingling sensations over her. Her own being was in utter silence when the expressions they held was worth of countless meanings. The hair playfully swayed on the gale of the night sky. However, what the boy's feelings were when he behold such honor to gaze at her with utmost affection, inspite of the truth that he was what her heart loved the most.
Alas, she felt that way back then.
And she shall never be.
Such painful life she led. She had all this things back and this what mesmerized her, wnting to be in that moment forever. But good things never last. How true! For a day where the day where the rain of blood will dew on its green leaves, so is her only reason for living. Now, that she exists in your sight, yet she is not alive. A life, where you should have smiles and tears. These are which she had neither had both.
No emotions.
Not even this so-called love.
But these began to rose form their undisturbed sleep. When a slight breeze shall touch the spark of fire hidden in the dark coals called grief, a sudden blaze of flames shall erupt. Slowly igniting, as each second her eyes settled on their scene, as if afraid to startle her from this change. Someday, wishing on the moonlit darkness, she will hve to gaze another transparent spring blossoming around them.
For I shall not desire to see her eyes to be black coals in the swirl of fate...
Where the precious being held in the girl's hand needs her brillliant light.
Longed for that slow radiant glow, for them...
So do I.
So do I.
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Japanese Index:
1.Omamori- it's a good luck charm. Well...it's a chime in a shape of sakura.
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Author's notes:
1.Phew, before my school year ends, I'll give something to neechan. I promised myself. So again, another result.
2. Will somebody care to critcize my fic? I'll be grateful. To this one and the Gate Masters. Thanks!
3. I know, it's very short. I'm too tired and this is the product of boredom on a practice. It's okay if you want to bash my skull.
4. This is the POV of Yukino-chan. The couple is I think you can guess at.
5. Only reading and criticizing my fics is enough.