Disclaimer: Clover is one masterpiece of Clamp's that should be experienced at least once. I want to share this experience with my mediocre hands, but with all of my heart.
Kibou. (Wish.)
by Miyamoto Yui
Chapter 2 - Shattered.
"Oruha. Oruha." I called as I took a hold of her shoulders. As the water splashed onto my clothing I didn't care.
What had upset my Oruha so much so?
I kept my hand over one of her shoulders while turning off the shower. My hair dripped onto her long tangled clump of curly hair below me. Looking through the disturbed mass, I couldn't see her face.
But I could hear her as clear as a bell. The tile bathroom gave her away. The sniffing echoed loudly in my ears though it might as well have been inaudible to say the least.
"Oruha?" I said again.
It was then that she stopped to look at me. It was a face I had never wanted to see.
It was a face I promised I wouldn't give her.
My heart skipped a beat.
The tears continued to stream down the sides of her face and I couldn't help but think even that was beautiful. Yes, everything about you is beautiful.
Even in your sadness.
But ever since I met you, don't you know that that sadness became mine too?
"Don't look at me, Kazuhiko!" In a fluster she just sat there in the shower cowering. I couldn't tell if she was cold or was this thing inside of her heart so terrible that she couldn't tell even me? Me of all people?
"Why?" was all I could come up with. Short and simple.
"I'm ashamed."
"With me? Am I hearing this right?"
Her voice then became like a lost child whispering to themself, "There's something I have to tell you."
A feeling that equalled that of a cold piece of ice struck at my heart and travelled down my spine at the same time.
"I-" she started.
"Get up," I interrupted.
"Huh?"
I took her chin up to look at me. Then, I gently tugged her face as her whole body got up and stood in front of me. As I pushed her to stand against the wall, she looked at me in confusion.
"What are you doing, Kazuhiko?"
I looked her straight and honestly into her eyes. "You talk like you're never going to see me again."
I wasn't one of those guys insecure to think that 'if you left me' sort. Okay, maybe I was, but even more so, her "I have to tell you something" felt like she was going to die or something close to it. And it always scared me.
Now, I can say 'if you left me, I wouldn't know what to do.'
She kept quiet as she looked at me.
I shook my head as I held her shoulders. Then, I kissed her forehead, her nose, her eyes, her neck, her shoulders, her heart, her stomach, each of her thights, her calves, her arms...
I then opened my eyes and stood before her. "Never _ever_ tell me that you are ashamed. Every part of this body is mine. And I've never been ashamed of it."
Leaning closer, I said, "I've never been ashamed of you. You shouldn't be."
"Kazuhiko..." her marble eyes stared incredulously at me. Then, she wrapped her arms around me.
And I let her cry.
Wrapping a towel around her back, she continued to embrace me as her tears rained upon my uniform.
You don't know how much your tears are braking my strong facade...
Like a little kid, she whispered while sobbing, "I want to be a bird. I want to be a bird, Kazuhiko."
Then, she said something that tore me apart completely, "Tell me that I can fly, Kazuhiko."
I wish I could give you anything you desired, Oruha.
I try...but I know there will be a time when I just can't.
She shook me a little. "I want to fly, Kazuhiko!"
I wrapped my arms tightly around her and whispered to her ear, "I can't lie to you, Oruha."
It was then that she suddenly stopped crying. "I know. That's why I love you."
We stood there for a while and then she left to change.
I went to stand by the window as I waited for her.
How many times have I stood here and wondered what would she have said?
How many times have I stopped you from saying what you needed to?
Was I afraid of the answer I'd get?
Yes, Oruha. I was.
I am.
These were the times that a chill would blow through my body and I felt like someone was making fun of me.
I wasn't so easily fooled though. I knew Oruha like my own heartbeat. There was something she tried to hold back.
Her smiles were full of two meanings: happy and sad at the same time.
Does that make any sense? No.
You are holding back something and I am afraid of that is. I am afraid that if you tell me, I'd lose you completely.
If I ever lost you...
I wouldn't know what to do, Oruha.
I don't think-
No, I will not be able to stand life with you.
It's like a drink you've tasted and it's your favorite. You can never live without it. You need it to live or else you'll die.
That's what you are to me. And I'm trying to protect you and all your hopes, all your dreams, all your feelings kept inside.
At that moment, I looked at the moon outside and saw a shooting star. Despite the abnormalities of this world and of this age, there was still great beauty to be found within it.
"Oruha..." I mumbled to myself.
I wish that I could be with you forever.
Wherever you go, I want to be there.
At that moment, as if it were an omen...
the scratch on my face began to drip with blood.
The window I had looked out of for hope
shattered before me.
To be continued...
---
Author's note: I didn't know what to do for Kazuhiko, but I thought this was sufficient.
I like the ending...
Kibou. (Wish.)
by Miyamoto Yui
Chapter 2 - Shattered.
"Oruha. Oruha." I called as I took a hold of her shoulders. As the water splashed onto my clothing I didn't care.
What had upset my Oruha so much so?
I kept my hand over one of her shoulders while turning off the shower. My hair dripped onto her long tangled clump of curly hair below me. Looking through the disturbed mass, I couldn't see her face.
But I could hear her as clear as a bell. The tile bathroom gave her away. The sniffing echoed loudly in my ears though it might as well have been inaudible to say the least.
"Oruha?" I said again.
It was then that she stopped to look at me. It was a face I had never wanted to see.
It was a face I promised I wouldn't give her.
My heart skipped a beat.
The tears continued to stream down the sides of her face and I couldn't help but think even that was beautiful. Yes, everything about you is beautiful.
Even in your sadness.
But ever since I met you, don't you know that that sadness became mine too?
"Don't look at me, Kazuhiko!" In a fluster she just sat there in the shower cowering. I couldn't tell if she was cold or was this thing inside of her heart so terrible that she couldn't tell even me? Me of all people?
"Why?" was all I could come up with. Short and simple.
"I'm ashamed."
"With me? Am I hearing this right?"
Her voice then became like a lost child whispering to themself, "There's something I have to tell you."
A feeling that equalled that of a cold piece of ice struck at my heart and travelled down my spine at the same time.
"I-" she started.
"Get up," I interrupted.
"Huh?"
I took her chin up to look at me. Then, I gently tugged her face as her whole body got up and stood in front of me. As I pushed her to stand against the wall, she looked at me in confusion.
"What are you doing, Kazuhiko?"
I looked her straight and honestly into her eyes. "You talk like you're never going to see me again."
I wasn't one of those guys insecure to think that 'if you left me' sort. Okay, maybe I was, but even more so, her "I have to tell you something" felt like she was going to die or something close to it. And it always scared me.
Now, I can say 'if you left me, I wouldn't know what to do.'
She kept quiet as she looked at me.
I shook my head as I held her shoulders. Then, I kissed her forehead, her nose, her eyes, her neck, her shoulders, her heart, her stomach, each of her thights, her calves, her arms...
I then opened my eyes and stood before her. "Never _ever_ tell me that you are ashamed. Every part of this body is mine. And I've never been ashamed of it."
Leaning closer, I said, "I've never been ashamed of you. You shouldn't be."
"Kazuhiko..." her marble eyes stared incredulously at me. Then, she wrapped her arms around me.
And I let her cry.
Wrapping a towel around her back, she continued to embrace me as her tears rained upon my uniform.
You don't know how much your tears are braking my strong facade...
Like a little kid, she whispered while sobbing, "I want to be a bird. I want to be a bird, Kazuhiko."
Then, she said something that tore me apart completely, "Tell me that I can fly, Kazuhiko."
I wish I could give you anything you desired, Oruha.
I try...but I know there will be a time when I just can't.
She shook me a little. "I want to fly, Kazuhiko!"
I wrapped my arms tightly around her and whispered to her ear, "I can't lie to you, Oruha."
It was then that she suddenly stopped crying. "I know. That's why I love you."
We stood there for a while and then she left to change.
I went to stand by the window as I waited for her.
How many times have I stood here and wondered what would she have said?
How many times have I stopped you from saying what you needed to?
Was I afraid of the answer I'd get?
Yes, Oruha. I was.
I am.
These were the times that a chill would blow through my body and I felt like someone was making fun of me.
I wasn't so easily fooled though. I knew Oruha like my own heartbeat. There was something she tried to hold back.
Her smiles were full of two meanings: happy and sad at the same time.
Does that make any sense? No.
You are holding back something and I am afraid of that is. I am afraid that if you tell me, I'd lose you completely.
If I ever lost you...
I wouldn't know what to do, Oruha.
I don't think-
No, I will not be able to stand life with you.
It's like a drink you've tasted and it's your favorite. You can never live without it. You need it to live or else you'll die.
That's what you are to me. And I'm trying to protect you and all your hopes, all your dreams, all your feelings kept inside.
At that moment, I looked at the moon outside and saw a shooting star. Despite the abnormalities of this world and of this age, there was still great beauty to be found within it.
"Oruha..." I mumbled to myself.
I wish that I could be with you forever.
Wherever you go, I want to be there.
At that moment, as if it were an omen...
the scratch on my face began to drip with blood.
The window I had looked out of for hope
shattered before me.
To be continued...
---
Author's note: I didn't know what to do for Kazuhiko, but I thought this was sufficient.
I like the ending...
