The insane musing of the authoress: See bottom for notes and disclaimers.
Easy
A Chiharu/Yamazaki oneshot by Shattered Midnight Dreams
I've tried to work out why life with you is so easy. Many times. It's a question that never fails to puzzle me. So I don't dwell on it for too long. Because, if I think about it too much, it makes my head hurt. And maybe I don't want to know the answer at all. Perhaps I'm safer being confused.
Maybe it's because you know me so well- while other people find it odd that I often have an urge to run around the neighbourhood and feed all the stray cats I pass every day, you just smile, and reply that if it's what I want to do, it's fine with you. You even come to the store with me to buy cat food, and when I'm tired and the bag suddenly feels too heavy after an hour or so, you take it off me and carry it for me.
Feeding stray cats isn't the only odd thing I've ever done- when we were in first grade you helped me set free all the school's caged hamsters. Probably not one of my best ideas, but I was so sure that the hamsters were unhappy that you assisted me without question. And when we were punished, you didn't tell the principal that it was all my fault, even though it was.
You told him that it had been both our ideas (which was, I suppose, the start of your famous love for lying) and, amazingly, the principal let us off. Perhaps we just looked pitiful, I don't know.
I suppose it could be because you've always been there, or at least, that's how it seems sometimes. Always there with a smile (and a lie, more often than not) and always willing to help me, even if I get a little… Annoyed sometimes.
But then again, it might be that feeling I get when you hold my hand when we cross the street. You still insist on doing that, even though I'm fourteen now and more than capable of crossing by myself. You never did get over that day I stepped out on the road without looking, and you grabbed me back right before that bus went past.
That's how we met, though, so I don't suppose you mind so much- I know I don't. I'm grateful to the ditzy five-year-old who almost got killed.
Look at that- I'm trying to divert myself from thinking about the feeling I get when you hold my hand. That's typical of me- I don't like to think about it, because when I do, like when I think about how life with you is so easy, it makes my head hurt … But for an entirely different reason.
~ Owari ~
The insane musings of the authoress: Okay. I've wanted to do a Yamazaki/Chiharu piece for months but never got an idea for them that would work. So, eventually, I decided (on impulse) to do this.
Yes, I know it's short, but it's not meant to be long- it's a short piece about Chiharu thinking upon her relationship with Yamazaki. I INTENDED it to be short. Sorry if I'm being annoying, but so many people complain about short pieces even though the piece is fine as it is.
Disclaimer: CCS is not mine.
^Shattered Midnight Dreams^
Because life's like that sometimes…