ME: Hurray, first ever RK fic! (Is happy) What better thing to write my first fanfic of the year about…
DISCLAIMER: DRAGON EMPRESS IS A LIAR. SO IF SHE EVER TELLS YOU THAT SHE OWNS RK, OR THE SONG 'JUST TRAVELLING THROUGH' BY THE THRILLS, JUST SLAP HER A FEW TIMES. REALLY, SHE DESERVES IT.
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ME: Yay for songfics! Even if there are sappy and depressing…oh, well.
She looks at him because he's always there. The autumn sun brings out colours in his hair that she never knew existed, as he sits there, laundry basket before him. Every so often he'll look up too, favour her with a smile, and his eyes will be the colour of dying violets.
If this sounds phoney,
Don't say I didn't warn
This place suffocates,
And my hearts yearns me on
She watches him, like it's the simplest thing in the world. Her eyes are like pools of unpolished sapphire, and they never miss a thing. On the outside anyway. Like the way he does the whites first, before the colours. Like the way he is gentle with her clothes, and Yahiko's, and yet runs his fingers over that old, tattered pink gi and feels nothing but disgust.
No…she assumes he feels nothing but disgust. Because his feelings are to her a closed book: a dead man's diary with the key ten years missing.
But the one girl you want
Is waiting right here
Because when she looks at him there is nothing to see but a man doing laundry. A man you could know forever and yet never know at all. Part of her always whispers that it's better that way too.
Part of her is afraid of falling in love with a silhouette.
But the one girl you want
Is waiting right here
She looks through him sometimes, through his faint outline and into the tallest trees. Like she can't see his hair, his hands…like those crushed, dying violets don't stare into her soul…
And it's the strangest sensation as she imagines him gone, like being homesick for a place she's never been. It feels like the most complicated thing in the world.
You spent your life inspiring envy,
But not yourself.
That's the last thing you told me,
I'm back to make amends.
It feels a little like she's dying, and yet nothing so melodramatic. And when she's looking through him she's watching the great, old trees. Watching their leaves falling to the ground, like the last reserves of autumn. Crumpled soldiers in stained uniforms, bleeding out the same colour as his hair.
So go on, tell all your friends
You're just travelling through.
She looks through him only because she may never look into him. She looks into herself and sees her yearning, brighter than any autumn sun.
But the one girl you want
Is waiting right here
Out in the yard, for always and a day, there is nothing but a man doing laundry. Sitting there, whilst the sun makes the colours dance across his hair, and across his eyes. Sitting there, amongst the falling leaves he is still. Forever, he is still.
She watches him, and so is she.
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ME: Well, I think that one turned out okay…considering how out of practise I am. However, if it sucked, feel free to tell me. Lol, reviews much appreciated, kids.