Disclaimers: I don't own anything; they belong to HIM –points at creator, Kazuki Takahashi-.
Summary: Walking down the street,Anzu by passed one of her own creations, left on the soil-water mixture on a rainy day. And as she closely examines it, Seto comes to mind.
Paper Cranes,
By Winterwing3000
Picking the crushed piece of paper from the muddy ground, she gave a small wistful smile.
The delicacy was ruined, the spirit was broken, the color was fading, and the energy was gone. The rain-washed watercolors were dripping off, rolling down her pale, damp hands that were carefully holding up it in the curved nest of her palms. The increasing moisture was already causing the light, thin folding material to droop.
The royal head, beak and chin high up in pride with the long neck holding it in place, was looking up towards the gray, cloudy skies. Freedom was no longer an answer, since its wings were collapsing from the weight of the water droplets. The tail, which was in the position of taking flight, was crumpling from the clumps of mud stuck onto it.
After so many tries for perfection, for affection, for acknowledgement, she would end up leaving one on his desk, whether it was messy or neat. It would always be made with the deepest passion from the bottom of her heart. And after every discovery, he would end up tossing it aside, as if not caring for such a childish thing with silly emotions behind it. But she had seen the way that he would always examine the details thoroughly.
His eyes would hold that special glimmer, the ice barricade breaking down chip by chip. The way his hands would gently lift it and turn it from side to side, a child curiously looking at a new toy. The deep, rich brown luster locks would sway to the side as his head tilts from slight paranoia and confusion, shown by the crinkling of his thick eyebrows. A slight frown and a narrow of eyes would amend the frustration and the turmoil of his mind, desperately trying to figure out its symbolic meaning, but would only draw a blank every time, thus discarding it without a care.
Looking with half-lidded eyes, her black thick lashes laced with raindrops, filled with tenderness and acceptance, she pocketed the small paper, ignoring the dirtiness and rejection.
No matter what, she'll continue folding them. And she knows that one day, he'll know. But until then… the paper cranes would always hold significance, hold a bond between them. It was a bond of understanding and love. But until then… she'll keep folding them with the same, if not, with a greater volume of love just for him…
AN: -crickets chirping- … okay, this was really random but it just slammed me in the face, full force. I was actually reading origami diagrams before I wrote this. And I was planning on using FLOWERS as an exchange, but… nah. I like cranes better! It reminded me of the two for some reason. Anywho, this is an Anzu to Seto fic, obviously… -sweatdrops- Anyways, reviews or constructive criticism are always welcomed. Heck, even if it's a flame, I don't really give a damn… just tell me how crooked I am and I'm satisfied! Tchao!