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Midnight Interlude
written by: da*mouse ®
Chapter 2: Bitter
He stood in the kitchen, pouring himself a cup of hot green tea, his eyes fixed on the window in front of him. Where the dark nightscape laid.
He knew she was out there.
Lately she had been acting strangely; disappearing after dinner, not even bothering to order him to wash the dishes. Simply disappear, and soon he found out where.
Standing in the winter night. Being out there in the cold.
Alone.
Alone.
She thought he didn't know. But he did.
Quietly, he watched as she slipped out every night, standing out there, for an indefinite amount of time. Always standing there, facing the night, and nothing else.
No movement.
Motionless.
A statue; an ice queen. That everyone said she was.
The icy itako that he knew, from the mere age of ten, that would become his partner in marriage, in life, and in everything.
Even though she didn't love him.
Even though he…did…
Living with her…was an emotional struggle at times, even for him. She was…the one girl that could make him switched his moods, abandoned his lazy philosophies, turned his happy-go-lucky world upside down.
Her.
It was always her.
And yet, she could never see.
Insisted on being cold. For the cold was part of her.
He could not warm her.
She wouldn't let him into her cold world, the world only she herself existed in.
No matter how hard he tried.
No matter how hard he tried.
Looking down at the cup of tea he held in his hand, he suddenly had a bitter aftertaste in his mouth.
Bitter.
He poured more hot water into his cup, and sipped the tea again.
Still bitter.
Setting down the cup, he walked out of the kitchen and into his bedroom, taking out a warm jacket after pulling a sweater over his head.
Pushing the front door open, the cold wind hit him in his face, and he winced. He stood for a minute, looking at the slim profile of his fiancée.
She gave no response to the fierce night wind.
She knew he was there, and made no move to acknowledge him.
Taking brisk steps, he strode towards her and put the jacket on her shoulders, keeping his hands there.
"Anna, come in. It's cold." He urged.
Her reply was quick, emotionless. "Let me be."
His hands dropped to his sides, and he sighed.
It was expected. She would turn him away, and he would go.
As always.
As always.
Slowly, he opened the front door, and paused, still looking at her. The statue in her unfroze, and she turned slightly. There was no expression on her beautiful face.
But he caught emotions flitting in those dark eyes, before she again resumed her position against the wind.
He shut the door.
The house was quiet. Lonely.
He picked up the abandoned teacup. His tea had turned cold.
Nevertheless, he took a long sip.
Anna…
The tea was still bitter.
-To be continued-
da*mouse ®
posted 5th
November 2003
9.22 a.m.
Mummy Ringo: Yes, poor nezumi is depressed because daddy wouldn't teach me accounting and prefer to spend his time playing with mummy. *wails* Anyway, glad that mummy likes this fic [at least to some point :P] and yes, it is going to be short, because nezumi's exam schedule and depression wouldn't allow anything else. Sad…
shirayuri: thanks for the constructive feedback. Yes, I don't agree with my interpretation of Yoh and Anna either, but I am depressed, although that was not an excuse. Glad you at least sort-of like it, for all the crappiness it stood for. Thanks again.
Eneri: mouse is depressed, yup. :( Thanks for reading and reviewing! As for Vestige…check with Apple-chan. :P Hehe.
Shy-Lil-Dreamer, GoddessLD, KISS, Sara164: Thank you so much for reading and reviewing.
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Before anyone screams at me for turning Yoh into what he was, my deepest apologies. Yoh gets depressed too, right? Or that if he doesn't, I shall MAKE him depressed to accompany yours truly, as I already did, bwahahahha.
Depressed and turning insane, what a combination.
Anyway, please review/comment/flame/whatever, as long as you think I deserve it. :P
Thank you.