Caramel
A/N: I've returned from hiding out in my little corner of the world! I'm in the process of writing the third chapter to R. Comedy, and to those who asked for an update on Beautiful, I'm Sorry! It was a One-shot.
Anyways, New Story! Yay!
Summary: She was a child at heart, both a curse and a blessing. He was never a child, destined to be a tyrant, a tyrant who loved her. (As always Shizuka and Seto!)
Happy reading!
Monotheistic Chapter One-AnonymousShe was just a kind hearted stranger, yet she surpassed them all, the lovers. Her happiness, it was intoxicating, and as the moonlight hit the unfeeling street lamps, a glare of brightness seemed to beckon him to the park, perhaps just one last time. This was Ritual.
So, he hurried- hurried to meet her by the swings. She loved swings, that much he knew. She was nameless, and so was he. It was suppose to be better this way, but he couldn't forget, couldn't turn away. Her face- sweet, contemplative, serene, was so…strange. She was untouched and unsoiled. Not Real. He studied every aspect of her life, except for her name. But how he yearned to know, to know more, yet he dared not to ask in fear of having to reveal his own flaws. That was all that was there to reveal, as he was constantly reminded. He glanced down at his watch; it read 12:57. Thirteen more minutes. She was always perfectly on time- ten minutes late. He chuckled at himself, so why did he still come ten minutes before 1:00 am.
She was early once, came at 1:08. Two stolen minutes. Damn- was he that desperate?
Yes.
If he could have even two more minutes, he'd wait. Wait forever.
There she was-1: 10- just on time. Her hair an odd kind of auburn, it looked like it was burnt and then poorly salvaged, it looked like a freshly lit flame with ashes so fragile-a solitary touch- soft, would crumble it. He lifted his hand and unclenched his fists, fingers fanned and aching in midair, they closed again. His hand hung limp.
"Sorry I'm late; I swear my watch is ten minutes slower than the rest of the world." She grinned sheepishly, "Did I keep you waiting?" She always apologized, but she never corrected her mistake.
His lips lifted and a hint of a smile graced the stoic features. "No, I just got here."
She sighed in relief, "Good, I would hate it if I kept you waiting, you're so patient though, I mean sometimes I think that you do wait, but you don't tell me. " She rambled. She would ramble on for the rest of their stolen time.
She always talked too much, way too much. Tonight, though, something was different. She seemed heavier, a little sad.
"Oh Gosh! You wouldn't believe the day I had. I really wish people would stop using cars so much, I mean I know that it's fashionable and the western trend. But come on. I mean what happened to old-fashioned walking and biking. Really though, cars are just a hassle. " Her nose scrunched up to express her disdain. He owned a car. Several in fact. But he just nodded and continued to study her face. Even her nose scrunches seemed a little heavier tonight.
Time feared him; it dashed off in a scamper so he wouldn't catch it. Not even close- it was 2:30. She should be leaving now. She lingered-hesitant.
"Why do we keep meeting?" She was rarely ever this serious, this straight. He had contemplated this question, a hundred time, a thousand times. He had the perfect answer.
"…" Was all he could say. No. That wasn't his answer.
"I mean… It's just that I don't know anything about you, not even your name. It's strange you know- what we do here. I just talk and you just nod, it's not normal- probably not healthy either. It's like something out of a movie or a novel except it's been two years now-you and me. We should be in love or something. You know so much about me, down to what my favorite brand of toothpaste is; yet, all I know about you is that you love your brother. " That was all she needed to know, he wanted to tell her. That was the only thing worth knowing. He wanted to tell her, but he kept silent and let tiny dewdrops flow down her cheeks.
"I waited for you- to tell me something-anything. I would have settled. I wanted so badly for you to just tell me something. How can I love you if I don't even know your name? Please. " The tiny dew drops were now rain droplets stumbling and falling into the sweet grass.
She wanted to love him.
Why?
"I know that it is stupid of me to think this way, but… in the pocketbook romances we're suppose to fall in love and your just so cool and mature and I just couldn't help wanting to love you. I mean… I… it might not make much sense but I admire you. You're so together at least it seems that way and you know me- I'm so not…I…You…" She started to rub her forehead, a habit when she was frustrated, he observed.
So, she admired him; it only further convinced him that this, the mystery, was for the best. Let her dream up images and stories of him as a hero. A good person. She was so childish sometimes, but it was enduring. She made him feel needed-like he could protect her, make her happy. He remembered when he brought her a cupcake, just a concoction of flour, sugar, and pink things for her birthday. She was so happy. He knew that she had many friends and family who showered her with gifts even though they had little money; she was so loved. Yet, she told him that she liked his present the best, told him that she hated it when her brother spent all his money on her. It made her feel burdened, unworthy, miserable. His present was so light- easy; she was so appreciative of him. Yes, let her dream.
She couldn't know him. No, all he had were her dreams. Dreams that he knew nothing of but they were so precious.
"I'm sorry." He hated to apologize.
"Could you love me?" This was getting too serious for his liking. Being with her was suppose to be effortless.
"No." Crisp. Cruel. Concise. It was his style.
"Good."
His eyes widened slightly, barely betraying his surprise. This side of her, he had never seen. She was happy, she was sad, but this was different. She waited for his response. He gave none.
"I'm getting married."
End of Chapter OneA/N: Sooooooo… What do you think?
Should I be tarred and feathered? Tell!
Caramel