Drabbles

By spheeris1

Pairings: Multiple…

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[Getting What You Need]

You are wounded.
You are homeless and nameless, wandering the streets from dawn to dusk...no one sees that but I.
For their eyes, born in this world without pretense, you are ten-feet tall if you are an inch. For their eyes, you are walking upright and your pain is not noticeable.
If you die, you die. If you live, you live. That's what they see and that is their right to see things in black and white...but not I, not this child who was stuck as a girl and is now struggling to be a woman.
I see you crawling, crying, suffering. I see you dart around corners like a mouse...and it makes my heart shatter.
Shame and anger are following you, watching you and you are so ready to give in, to sacrifice yourself and run away from this harsh world--but I won't let you, not this time...not this time...
For every promise you made to me, I will now pay you back.
For every word of love you said to me, I will now say them back to you.
For every time you put my needs above yours, I will now put your needs above mine.
And the sun will no longer be blinding, but warm as I envelope you and tell you that it is okay and that you saved me and that you did not fail...I thought I needed a castle once, I thought I needed a storybook Prince--but I got what I truly needed in you.
Now you will get what you need, Utena.
And that is a promise I will forever keep.

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[Mother's Little Helper]

Akio knew that some had ideals of nobility, some carried the need for power over others, wanted innocence returned, wanted to be special in everyone's eyes, wanted to grow up and be strong, to be noticed, to crush someone's spirit, to hold onto someone though they are leaving, to escape pain, to coerce love from dead hearts, to cure the ill...Akio knew every wish on everyone's lips, in their hearts, in their souls.
And he knew her deepest darkest desire, for her need was so simple--she wanted passion.
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She was jealous of her daughter, of the attention her youth and body and soft blonde hair and big eyes got from gentlemen.
And she felt no love for her husband, a means to an end--money, name, place in society. She was always told by her own mother--marry into money, don't marry for love...love is a lie
And so she did.
She did not love Akio. She just wanted him. She wanted his smell on her body, she wanted his skin to cover her own skin, she needed to feel his hands and his lips and...and...everything.
It was obvious Kanae could not keep his interest. Though youthful, Kanae was too proper...too tame for this dark lion.
She was not tame.
She was on fire and ready to torch a white couch, longing to send choking smoke up into his glorious heaven above.
And something like that can become oh so addictive...oh so consuming...
'Something is burning.' She whispered in the dark, stars swirling up high.
'It's just a dream...' Akio whispered back, but he knew better.

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[We'll Ride Them Someday]

Everything is awkward at first, like two teacups barely hanging on the edge of a table...eager to fall to the floor, to shatter apart into a million tiny white daggers.
Who talks first? Who speaks the idle chit-chat? Who smiles and tries to mean it?
Couples pass by, hand in hand and so in love that the people the two of you used to be cringe. Romance makes the both of you shudder--for you know it all too well, the love not given, the love not received, the love never to be returned.
Who attempts to make up a reason? Who wants to forgive and who wants to forget? Who needs to start over again?
Juri must admit, after all this time, she wants to drop to her knees--as if the girl opposite her is a deity, to be worshiped and to die for--that she can kiss Shiori's heart of stone like a child's lips on a rosary.
Who talks in a whisper of the past? Who ignores certain names? Who asks the question that shouldn't be asked?
Shiori has to fight impulses, the tendril of want curling around her insides, the need to touch Juri's neck only to grip it only to break it--in the murkiness of her soul, she wants to inflict pain like an atomic bomb--agony widespread and leaving Juri's heart barren...except for her endless love, the love of a Prince for their unworthy Princess.
Who will walk away first? Who will cry tonight? Who will shut down once more? Who will wish that things could really change?
But Shiori doesn't want to be that cruel, at least not tonight.
And Juri does not bow down, she stays in her seat.
As they watch each other, another lifetime slips away from their hands. Another chance is blown by the wind of ancient times...but maybe someday...someday they, too, might just shine...

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[Golden]

The place smelled of burning oak, the light smoke hanging inside of the house like a vague fog, its gray hue gathering around the edges of every room.
And once the light of the day was let in, it illuminated the dull colors of curtains, chairs and tattered wallpaper.
Pale yellow...like her hair...
Cerulean blue...like her eyes...
Footsteps creak over tarnished stairs, up into attics and bedrooms, a haven for moths...a home for the luxury-seekers of nature's kingdom. Dust rises up at each step, leaving imprints for anyone to follow like rose petals for your lover, leading you to the room for couples, ceiling fan above--a chandelier of spiderwebs.
Large bed...perfect for two...
Thick drapes...to hide nakedness from the moon...
Saionji thought maybe he had lost his mind, buying this home--and as a surprise for her birthday...of all the things to do.
But one night, she weeped in her sleep and even as he held her, Saionji felt the sadness sweep into him as well.
The logs you use inside of yourself for a home can only stand so long under the abuse, the neglect, the storms.
And once the window broke, both of them flew away---and ended up together.
'I loved him so...' She whispered that night. And Saionji understood, for he had loved 'him', too.
'I know, I know...' Saionji said.
'But I am in love with you. You are my home.' She kissed his chin and fell asleep.

And Saionji conjured up this idea, for he wanted Nanami's home to be his home as well....from now on...

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[Can You Feel It?]

Touga thinks the wind makes him gorgeous.
Saionji doesn't care. But then Saionji claims not to feel a thing on this never-ending road to nowhere, sitting in a tiny cherry with wheels.
And how did Touga get away with this? Getting a ride on this highway? A perk from screwing the chairman?
Saionji doesn't want to think about that image too much--it bothers him for more complicated reasons than he wants to contemplate tonight.
Touga offered a helmut to Saionji, but like always, the stubborn boy refused. Just like the photo sessions with Akio--he kept some copies, but didn't stay for afterward. Not that Touga thought about Saionji's refusal that often--heaven forbid friendship changed into something else without Touga wanting it to.
Asking if he could feel it, Saionji frowned. Yes, Saionji felt something--just nothing he wished to talk about. And Touga just smiled, though he was hoping Saionji just might feel a little more than usual...

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[I Am]

I am...
an angel, a devil, a witch, a saint, a prince, a princess, a child, a woman, life, death, fate...who puts these puzzle-pieces together now?
I am...
wandering the world, no shoes on my feet, sand on my body, genie in a bottle--wishes to be granted...give me back my retreating castle by the unforgiving sea!
I am...
your lover, your killer, your goddess, your daughter, your salvation, your end, your beginning...god, I am everything-everything--I am your everything.
I am...
I am...

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[A Message For You]

And they tied it to the leg of a pigeon, letting it fly away from their island, watching it disappear into the sky...
Dear Akio,
We know you are still there. And it must be getting really dull with no Rose Bride or wannabe Prince. You must sit and look at those stars all night, without fail...and wonder how to make the hours pass quickly. But here, away from you, time goes too fast---there is never enough time to hold, to kiss, to love. How lucky you are to never know about that feeling! So, don't bother getting out. Here in the real world...well, life just happens how it is supposed to. You cannot mold it like you want to. And we like it that way.
Signed,
You-Know-Who [x2]

'Do you think it'll get there?' Utena whispered as the sun crested in the heavens. Anthy pushed the young woman back down onto the bed and grinned.
'Even if it doesn't, he already knows what it says.'

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END [for now…]