1Dear Diary
By: Yamiko #7
Hello again! It is time to continue on with this crazy little thing christened with the misnomer of "fluff." And crazy, angsty, stupid "fluff" it is indeed. I think.
(Looks at what she's written) Hey...isn't "angsty fluff" an oxymoron? ...This more than anything else should be proof that I have majorly screwed up in the writing of this fic. Starting with the title, which I still have not changed. (Sigh) I am still looking for suggestions, if anybody else out there has a better title... (grins hopefully) ...in my dreams... (grin gets a little less hopeful and a little more forced)
Time for me to shut up and get going. n.n So, without further ado, I present Chapter Two!
Chapter Two: Rosette
What the hell was that?
Pardon me while I go have a heart attack, but did Chrno...did he just...
...Yeah. Yeah, I think he did.
Oh...My...God.
So I guess the question of the day is, what in hell do I do now? How do I deal with this one?
It's not like it was completely unexpected, not really. We've had our...moments...
...One of those moments being him kissing me...
Wow. I'd forgotten about that one.
No, that's a lie. I haven't forgotten that one at all. Part of me still clings to it, the same little part of me that remembers all the rest of our "moments" and has been insisting for the past year that...well...
What Chrno said.
So what's it mean that I can't say it too?
And why did I keep missing that one little part?
The other parts of me were too busy either laughing at it or ignoring it, I guess. Now all the other parts are sitting in shock while that one little romantic part points and laughs and says I told you so.
You sure as heck did, buddy. I just wasn't listening.
Maybe I should actually start doing that. What a concept.
I sigh and stand. Chrno's run off...he'll find his way back sooner or later. Knowing him, probably later. Maybe I should go find him.
And get myself lost too. Brilliant idea, that.
I start to head back towards the Order. I need to think, and I don't want to. Maybe somebody there will put me to work and I won't have to worry about this.
...That's just weird. Normally I avoid chores like the plague. When did all that change?
Five minutes ago, when Chrno -
Nope. Not thinking about it.
I'm going to have to think about it sooner or later, though. I can't just leave Chrno hanging like that. He really went out on a limb, telling me that -
No! Don't think about it, dammit!
I sigh as I walk through the Order's gates.
There are some things that exorcist training just doesn't prepare you for.
Wow, really short chapter. Less than a page. Wonder if they'll kick this fic off for that? I hope not. I'm actually trying with this one. I'm having some sort of sick, twisted, angsty fun here. Kowai. O.o
And for those of you who hate the angst aspect...go find yourself some sort of sappy romance-y pile of mush-thing if it'll make you happy. C'mon, people, did you really think love would be that easy, especially between these two? ...Nah. Not according to the Yamiko it's not. And seeing as the Yamiko is the one writing this fic...n.n
To quote The Producers: "I am the author! You are the audience! I outrank you!"
Put that in your pipe and smoke it, you smoking Yamiko-angst-fic-hating people, you. (Grin) I love you all.
I should probably end this now, before the Authoress Blurb gets longer than the fic itself. n.-' Thanks very much for reading and see you in Chapter Three!