No names, but intended to be KibaIno
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Fighting. That's pretty much what they did. Constantly. Everything was turned into a slight argument for the sake of arguing. It was the kind of behavior that made outsiders wonder why they were together. What was keeping them together. It was no different than her wondering why her own parents were still together, or her friends' parents as well.
It was all just old habits. It was a fight in the schoolyard that had yet to have a determined winner. Certainly, it would seem like one would succeed over the other, but that victory was always only temporary before the other came around with something else. Two headstrong souls refusing to back down before the other, just because the thought of losing face, of just losing to the other was too much for either of them to take.
But again, there was the why. Why were they still there, playing by the evolved set of rules that someone had decided to toss onto the playground? What other people didn't know, what they didn't see, was the occasional true smile here, the light touch of a hand there. They didn't hear the words that were said, when no one was listening, that didn't have to do with arguing. It wasn't much, but it was enough for them. It was enough to make that arguing be something other than what it seemed. Just little things like that. There were big things, things that people did see, but it was the little things that said more.
And the little things made all the difference.