Dedicated: CTR, the original Mantou writer, for whom I hope the skies will clear.
Continuity: None in particular, though I favor volume 16 for some obscure reason. Manta perspective!
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It's not as if I
actively sought to find any form of
romantic affection – I was
content,
or, rather, would have been content with
simply companionship. When,
however, I did finally gain that longed-for friendship,
oddly,
it seemed as though I was still
obscurely discontent, as if something else remained
to be neatly labeled and boxed away for future, logical
reference.
Why should I have found something lacking
in my (rather unique) friend, when the mere
fact that I had a friend, a
true
companion I could claim selfishly as mine, should have
been all I needed to
feel triumphant and happy. I was happy, of course,
but
I still felt it odd, somehow, this little bit of
irritating fuzziness on the edge of my reasoning
that made it difficult to place this kind boy in the simple square of
friend.
I only understand now, distantly,
that I, like many others, cannot easily slap
the simple title friend upon him, that we are
drawn
to this Yoh, who smiles quickly if lazily, and
makes you stare at him, like you would a child god.
I doubt, sometimes, my worth of his
affection –
I can't even label him for personal reference be it friend, lover,
god – but in that moment when I feel like fading
away, like moving out of his righteous path, he turns to me and calmly, beautifically,
smiles.
It's impossible to set a stern, unmoving label
upon him, just as it is impossible to see him smile, when
all I feel is silently meaningless, and not be overwhelmed by
love.
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Notes: Cheesy, but hopefully likable. Er – yay?
Disclaimer: God save Hiroyuki Takei! And, uh, the Queen, I suppose.
