Disclaimer: Kanojo no Jijou belongs to other people -- Masami Tsuda, Gainax and Right Stuff. I am only borrowing these characters for a short time. I promise to return them right after I'm done. However, the plot and ideas will belong to me. However please do not sue me I am a very poor fan fic writer.
Author's Note: This fan fiction has spoilers toward the manga [book 9], this is a warning to those that do not want to know what the manga went onward toward. However, I incorporated the scene of where he went into the room, as interpretation, even though what happens in book 9 wasn't what he was thinking about in book 10. Just to let you know.
Sleeping Beauty
By Starfire
Soft light drifted into the double doors the light filmy material of the curtains drifted around the small bed. While sunlight stretch outward, caressing softly, while highlighting light golden-orange, waves of it tumble across pillowcases of white. The slumbering beauty slept on, her rose red lips stood out against the pale skin of dove ivory. A pretty yellow dress draped around her figure, shaping, and enclosing like a protective armor against the warring chills of cold winds.
That was the way Kazuma found her, while walking into her room after knocking to see if she would like some ice cream, it was a way for him to try to spend some time with her. After all Ying and Yang was becoming more official and it required more of his time, which led to him not being able to see Tsubasa as much, and in turn ignoring her.
Walking toward her, he brushed away the curtains of silk, to look upon the sleeping woman. No one should look this way. The urge inside him raged against the door that he kept shut within him. His eyes soften, as he stared into her face, Sleeping Beauty, the thought trailed through his head. Images of Tsubasa danced in his mind, of her in the play-acting the part of three people.
His mind wandered slightly, remembering the person that drafted Tsubasa, a famous writer of all things, he mused. Aya. The name instantly popped into his head, shaking his head at the mental image of the short black hair girl that was about the same age as Tsubasa, yet older. The parts that she created for Tsubasa was perfect, musing still at the creations, and the clothing that she wore. Antique the android robot of Ren Crawford, child like, jealous of anyone taking her place. Rosemary the woman that Ren Crawford fell in love with, and yet betrayed him by going for another man with money, but she ended up giving birth to a child giving it to Ren, and end up dying in the end. May the child that Rosemary left in the end to Ren, whom grew up, and yet died by accident, when Ren got jealous and tried to attack the man that she talked too.
All those characters were like Tsubasa, and it shocked him to see her in those forms. So comfortable with them, Antique, where she was cute childish-like yet artificial showing the facial masks that he seen Tsubasa use. She was always acting like an animal as a way for protection; it was one of her masks. Closing his eyes, he breath deeply, the fragrance of flowers drifted into his senses making him dizzy slightly.
Rosemary was something that shocked him to the core, finding that Tsubasa could transform quickly into a seductive woman, it hit him quickly, and to see her rip apart in a flash, because of cruelty, it hit to close to home, to what could happen if Tsubasa ever lost that child like quality. This sort of thing made him even more fearful of what was to become of her, if she did grow up, and yet he so wanted her to, but in a way to still stay the way she was with the innocence that made her into who she was.
Then again, he could be underestimating her and making an issue about innocence of all the things, but that lay rest in the last character. Rubbing his eyes from the grittiness of lack of sleep, he walked toward her again, keeping his eyes on the fall of her chest, going up and downwards. Lips parted tempting, in lax sleep, he felt himself drawing closer, until he almost touched her lips, he quickly drew back.
Eyes widen in shock, while trying to figure out what he almost did. Quickly he spun around and left her room, until he was safely holed up in his room. "What did I almost do?" Whispering, while fear tremble in his limbs, questions form in his mind quicker then a bullet. "I almost took advantage of her." Licking his lips nervously, Was this the way brotherly love was suppose to be? Why did I almost do that? Unless I was in…
Cold sweat broke upon his brow, "I am in love with her." He felt his heart pound faster, fingers brush against his chest, as he closed his eyes tightly, panting at the realization. The urge he manages to figure out, and the feelings convey, which made things hit home almost, fairy tales from books he read came back. The whole declaration of feeling for sleeping beauty that the prince made, when he kissed her to awake her, was this the answer to why he wanted to, still needed to feel that kiss he was going to give. Was this the inner maniac trappings of a man in brotherly love, whom develop a case of lust for his younger sister? I am a hentai now? The whole idea was scary, he didn't feel safe here anymore, Iie. Kazuma thought, he didn't think it was safe for Tsubasa if he stayed.
It wasn't right, he supposed in resentment to his behavior to love his sister this way, it was indecent, dirty, since when did he get hentai thoughts like his band mates? Restlessness started to flood him, as he stood up, What do I do now? He lean his forehead on the pillow, in agony as hormones tumble through him. "Why is it now I feel this way?" He then fell into a fitful sleep, showing images of Tsubasa asleep in bed like sleeping beauty waiting for her prince charming to come and rescue her.
