Disclaimer: To cut the long story short: Own nothing, don't sue. Yeah.
Notes + warnings:
-Series of vignettes/moments between Flame of Recca characters, although I will
probably write nothing but Tokiya/Fuuko.
-Inspired by Whitney Houston's 'Exhale (Shoop Shoop)', will see
lyrics of this song (in bold italics) throughout.
-Semi-inspired by xabie's 'Photo Album' and Lacewood's
'Glimpse' (Shaman King fic)
-The counterpart to this sort-of song fic seen in Shaman King fanfiction,
titled Exhale. (an indication of how lame I can really be, argh)
-Short, pointless, mushy.
-OOC, definitely.
Waiting To Exhale
written by: da*mouse
Everyone falls
In love some time
She sat on the bench, shivering slightly. The weather was cool, and she had dressed wrongly for the day, in denim shorts and a light T-shirt.
He stood a few feet away from her, in front of a small food kiosk. After a few moments, he approached her, and sat down beside her, handing her a cup of warm tea.
"Thanks." She took it gratefully, warming her hands on the small cup, blowing the steam to her face.
Quietly, he removed his jacket, and draped in around her shoulders. She looked up at him, startled.
"You should have brought your jacket."
"Ah…didn't think it would be necessary." She said flippantly. "The sun seemed so warm in the morning."
Serious ice-blue eyes regarded her. "Things are not as always as they seemed."
She mentally scratched her head, she didn't like it when he got all philosophical on her. Most of the time, she didn't get his point. Like now.
They sat in silence, sipping their hot teas.
Out of the corner of her eye, through purple bangs, she peered at him. He looked uninterestedly around him, his eyes not focusing on anything in particular. She found herself, as always, admiring him, his long, silver hair that all girls were jealous of, his face, every feature on it beautiful, with its usual aloof expression.
He turned, and caught her looking at him.
He raised an eyebrow, and she gave him a huge smile in return.
"You were staring." He stated simply.
She shrugged indifferently. "Can't I?"
"Hmph." He muttered.
She just grinned, learning long ago how to put up with him. "Come on, Mi-chan, can't I just stare a little? It just proves how good-looking you are." She said playfully, leaning against him, and tugging at a lock of hair that had escaped from his ponytail.
He sighed exasperatedly, but made no move to push her away. He shifted his arm and placed it around the bench, and then gradually drifting down to rest itself on her shoulders.
"Fuuko."
"What?"
He turned to look at her, look straight into her eyes. "Do you believe that I can fall in love?"
She looked at him, startled by his sudden, unexpected and uncharacteristic question. Raising her hand, she ran it over his face, touching every feature gingerly, carefully.
She smiled at him, resting her hand against his cheek.
"Of course."
Because…
Everyone falls
In love some time
He caught her hand then, and kissed her fingertips lightly.
"I know."
Everyone falls
In love some time
The closest he had ever come to telling her that he loved
her.
But the point was that she knew he loved her.
And she loved him, too.
-Finis-
da*mouse ®
posted 15th
September 2003
11.24 a.m.
Ah, Mi-chan is so so so OOC…and I really apologise for that. Gomen ne, Mi-chan fans, who irked to see Mi-chan as an old softie with Fuuko. Geez, for that matter, Fuuko's OOC as well…
Take it as a change of character after falling in love. Yeah, me and my lame excuses.
But I do enjoy writing this, nevertheless, haha. Songfic? Wouldn't call it that, ne?
Next up will be a vignette on the next line of this song. Yup. As with this one, will be short and fluffy.
Review/comment/flame/whatever…just let me know you've been here and read it! :)
P.S. If anyone here is from Australia
and watched Australian Idol, all I can say is that justice has been prevailed.
Go Bek! ^_^