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Author's Note: Whooohhhh! I'm finally back. I hope I can change this things around, maybe make it more comical. Anyways, as asked for by some reviewers, I'll write limes and lemons if you want me to. We can do a vote, again. Yeah, I realize these two are a couple now, but the problem is that I want to develope the entire: "Motoko dosen't know anything past that two people kiss and... Yeah." thing so there's still something that needs to be slowly formed between the two. Anyways, here it is. Update: Ewww. I was going to update two days ago, but then I got in a biking accident (front wheel fell off going over a curb) and skinned my entire elbow, so I wasn't allowed to move my elbow too much, so I couldn't use the mouse. Now it's all scabbing. XDDDD!!!! Anyways, enjoy. This took me forever to write because me and my friends were being high. Fun, ain't it?
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Kokoro no Tsubasa
Wings of the Heart
Chapter 10
Surrealism. To define such a thing as imagination is quite a task. To say that these things in the mind were merely created by oneself for one's own entertainment is almost as if attacking those artists of the world. But like the paintings, can it come true? Can things of the mind form to become one with that which obtains a breath of reality? So if this does come true, will something tangible now be understood? Will we be able feel this with the feelings of the soul?
For someone such as I, Aoyama Motoko, there is quite a challenge in being able to understand something that seemed like a mere myth from within, something that was only heard and seen, never felt or touched. I felt the reaction of both my heart and mind, working furiously to try and understand that from which came pouring in. Those few hours ago felt so awkward whenever I tried to reminisce of that time. Of that eternity.
Gentle were the drops, the raining never relenting in its constant barrage. There was a soft splattering sound as they came, freefalling to some unknown destination. The sky was dark, clouds blocking all the power of the light, seeking to cover all those below with a curtain of depression. My hands were placed on the chrome handle of the wooden door, which was the final obstacle between us and the room. It had been quite a surprise when Keitaro had asked me to stay with him on something similar to a vacation.
Indeed, his mind wasn't so focused that he did not forget to call the others, back at Hinata-Sou. Strangely, Shinobu had fainted on the phone when she heard that Keitaro and I were over in Kyoto. Naru had decided the would return to Hinata-Sou, rather than stay in Kyoto. I couldn't help but feel as if she only went back to get her items, then leave...
But it was quite interesting how Mitsune had taken over, and told them none of them wanted to journey all the way over here for a small, one or two day vacation. And yet, it was not much of a plausible excuse. Mitsune would have loved the chance to find more liquors to drink...
Still, we both decided that something over there was affecting them. But, unfortunately, when we arrived at the station, all but one of the tracks had been closed for maintenance the tunnels they passed, leaving a crowded platform for the remaining train. Instead of waiting for the next trip that was no full, we decided to simply stay for the night.
At first, Keitaro was willing to pay for both our rooms, but I told was reluctant to force him to pay such things. I was so firm in my insisting that was share a room that I never realized the implications that could occur in such conditions. At the time, it only seemed reasonable seeing as I did not have much spending on me. I would have to find a job when I returned...
A soft chuckle occured behind me, and then a hand was placed on the one I had placed on the door handle. Suddenly, force pushed both my hand, then caused the handle to turn, opening the door to the simple hotel room.
I felt a gentle push against my back. "At this rate, we wont even have a chance to sleep in the room... I asked if they had two beds in the room, so there wont be any... Occurances. Go on."
His voice was soft, yet full of amusement. Blushing midly, I stepped into the room, then, as the wall gave way, to view the beds. But instead, my eyes widened, and a small gasp came, uncontrolled. There was, infact, only one bed. One. It seemed like the image would repeat in my mind, but it stopped when I heard yet another laugh.
"I can't believe they would do such a thing! The front desk clerk must have misunderstood me when I asked for two beds..." He walked past me, and sat on the bed. "At least it's comfortable. I'll sleep on the floor."
I sighed, shaking my head. Since he paid for the room, at least he should get the bed. "No, I will. After all, you deserve more of the luxuries in this room."
But he merely smiled. "I wouldn't be much of a person if you slept on the floor when I was the one who had invited you to come stay the night."
But I refused. "We were thinking the same thing, so it's every part my idea as yours."
"Ahhh, indeed, and yet..." He paused, then looked at me. "A woman such as yourself sleeping on the floor wouldn't be so... Graceful, now would it? Especially when we'll have to ask for a few blankets to brought up. So you might as well let me. I'm used to such things."
Keitaro's grin showed me that he could remember fond memories of times that had forced him into sleeping outside his normally comfortable bed. I didn't want to ask what the reasons were, so instead, I couldn't help but let out a small chuckle myself.
"I see... Fine, you win. But I warn you, I move far too much in these western beds. Why did we come to a modernized hotel without futons, anyways?" I didn't know if he perfered these kinds of beds to the average futon or not, but I found these tall sleeping implements that held the... 'matress' quite an intricate piece of work, even though it made the altitude far too high for a good night's sleep.
"You're right, I never thought of it. I never realized, this being Kyoto, that we would find ourselves in a room like this one. I'll ask for a futon."
I told him I was going to use the shower first, and went in. As I attempted to lock the door, I realized the lock did not work. The door would keep opening by itself, leaving only the curtains to cover the person showering. I felt a sense of foreboding come over me, and instinctively, I reached for the... Nothing attached to my waist.
"I left it back in my room." I muttered, remember that I didn't know much hand-to-hand combat. This would end up disastrous, as usual... "Ura-" I stopped. Perhaps it was better to term him by his first name? Such as when... My mind went back to that time a few minutes before, when we had walked back, together, into the city.
My thoughts were focused on how things had changed in such a small amount of time. How something could just... Happen so fast. How the world can change from being inside out to almost perfect. Still, my mind wandered backwards, to the moment where I had fallen. I never expected such a thing to happen to me, something that could be seen in plenty of comical movies had caused me to find something that I have always been seeking...
Suddenly, I realized a voice was calling me, and now dressed in merely underwear and the bandages that I used to bind my breasts, for I had forgotten to take them off before I had come chasing after Keitaro, and began panicking. But, I did not have the chance to cover myself, as I accidentally stepped half on the rug, it moved the furry thing against the tiles, causing me to fall. Keitaro, having thought that I had not begun showering yet, pushed open the door, only to find me sitting awkwardly.
Realizing how I was placed, sitting with the my legs opened more than they should, I quickly covered myself, managing to blush as well, considering the heat in my face. But instead, Keitaro's head retreated, almost as if he would nosebleed, as the classic stories would, when men saw women in such... Accidents.
"Ow! Gomen ne, Motoko! I - Ow! - Didn't know you were still changing!" Keitaro's words rushed out, like a fountain bursting.
Quickly standing, and grabbing a shirt we had bought earlier as spare clothing along with a towel, then putting them on, I poked my head out. "Ura- Keitaro?" I found him rubbing his head on the floor with his back to me. Suddenly, he jumped up.
"Errr... I swear, it wasn't on purpose! Kami-sama... Onegai, don't hurt me!" His hands came up in defense, covering his face and chest, palms outward. His eyes were closed, giving him a comical figure as he stood on one foot, the other raised to cover another vital area as well.
Unable to hold back, I began laughing again. His eyes opened, looked around, then realized it had been a natural reaction. He began laughing as well.
Since that little incident, the stress eased as we both finished our turns in the restroom and ate a very late dinner. A tatami mat came, with a futon to be placed on top, as well as a few extra blankets. Rooms ervice apologized for the inconvenience, and left. And we both simply got in bed, and stared at the darkness of the room. We both knew that it was not that easy to sleep.
