Yoh and Anna. Need I say more?
Disclaimer: This is where I tell you that I don't own Shaman King. I'm sure you know that. So let's get on with it.
Night
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There are times at night when he reaches out and touches her.
She never moves, or even acknowledges it; nevertheless, he pulls his futon closer to hers.
They can drop their barriers at night, when all is dark and ambiguous, when they can, for at least a moment, pretend. At night, he can touch her and draw her close to him, and she will not protest. They never speak; saying something would destroy the careful barrier that the night has so conveniently put up for them. If his lips brush against her forehead, if his hand goes around her waist, it is merely a trick of the night.
His hands are always clumsy, so it's she that pushes down the blankets and pulls them together, but it's he that reaches for her. He curls up to her in a swift movement that evokes a sharp gasp from her as his face presses into her neck.
Her slender hands rake through his hair, some fingers getting caught in the wire of his headphones, but she can't help it, not when his warm breath is on her shoulder, not when his arms are wrapped around her. When she shifts, uncomfortable, he shifts with her, and she is glad that he never holds her tight enough; it makes things easier.
In the morning she wakes first; her hands are tangled in his hair, and his head is resting on her breast, in the crook of her neck. She has to move away; the sunlight is pouring in.
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Notes: Yeah, so I suck. Anyhow, this is just a lousy attempt to write Yoh and Anna with hints of angst. XP
+ + shirayuri
To EneriRenie: Thank you very much for the review! I didn't mean to give the impression that they weren't close… ^^;; I actually do think they were close when they were children. Actually…well. I'll explain in my notes. Thanks again!
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