Let It Enfold You
by: xanim3ang3lx
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Disclaimer: I do not own FLCL or Ecko or this poem.
Authors Notes: Hey everyone this is my second FLCL fic, and it's a little bit different than the rest. The chapters start off with a poem and as you know it's not mine. So have fun reading it, it's more of an introspective fic. It's kind of like the book the Joy Luck Club.
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Ninamori POV
what's it like to make a metaphor,
my mother's a womb,
my dad's a guitar,
my love is a heart,
or a kiss,
or a star,
or a prayer for my life as I sleep in the car,
she's a doctorate in the rain,
and the same last name,
or a light in the dark and my god is the same,
my life is a speck of dust,
or a flame,
and I'm all the better for it,
not knowing, or caring, it's not for me to chose,
some call it trust,
some call it faith,
it's all just a matter of faith,
and this is not me,
and I've fooled you all again
- Jason Gleason
Nina...
Nina... hello?
I opened my eyes, to find a woman who shared the exact same features as me standing before me.
"Well do you like it?"
She twirled around in front of me, she looked so silly, like a little girl in her mother's clothing.
Yes mother. I grinned. It looks stunning.
She stuck her tongue out at me. "You know you don't have to lie to me."
I examined her, the white dress was absolutely gorgeous, it was long sleeved and had a fairytale princess look, it had intricate beading all over, and was ruffled all along the bottom, and the sleeves extended to the tip of my mothers fingers and made a V-shape and rested along the top of her hand. It was like staring into a mirror, and I just closed my eyes and imagined how beautiful I would've felt while wearing the dress.
I think it's perfect..
She clasped her hands together. The lady who was helping us was startled, her words were drowned out in a tone of hurried apologies.
"Ohh I'm so sorry Mrs. Eri-" She bowed. "-but do you wish to try the other dresses on." The woman held up a thin plain white dress.
My mother smiled at her.
"No thank you."
She turned around to face the mirror once more.
"You know Ninamori, you don't have to be so mature. Your father and I know what we are doing, and you know we are both fully capable of taking care of ourselves."
I know...
She went back into the dressing room.
The woman came back with one dress.
"Miss Eri.. your mother had already informed me about your attire to the wedding."
She held it out in her hands.
"Please try it on."
I clutched the black bag and went inside the mirrored dressing room. I carefully slipped it out of the bag, and took off my blazer and my matching pants.
It felt cool when I put it on, and it gave me goosebumps. I stepped out of the room and onto the pedestal in front of the mirrors.
My mother was outside arms folded.
"Nina.. only you could pull that off."
I drew my eyes up from off the floor and looked at myself.
I looked so silly standing there. Like a mother in her daughter's clothes.
It was a silk number, plain but beautiful, it was white and was floor length, the back cascaded down like a waterfall, and the sleeves were like Belle's from Beauty and the Beast, it was a tube dress, drawn to stick at all the right curves.
"Put your hair into a bun for me, and then we'll see." She smiled.
I fumbled for a thin rubber band on my wrist and hastilly and messily tied it.
The woman and my mother both stood around me like I was one of those glass displays at museums, you know the ones with the butterflys pinned inside. They were in awe.
My reflection stared back at me. Dark black eyes, dark violet hair, light skin, and a white dress, far too lovely to be on me. Even now I probably won't compare to her.
They both slipped away admist my thinking and I took the gown off and returned to my clothes.
I hear them talking, they're so loud when we're the only people in the store. My dad had shut it down in order to prepare for their wedding. He had so much power, even though he did all those horrible things a few years ago. The people of this town we're so corrupt though, they still followed my father's wishes, and they still heed his every word and command. His influence was astounding, and though I turned my nose in disgust to all his dealings, I still had to live under his roof. I consoled my mom through all those times, until suddenly one day he just returned and my mother opened her house, and her heart to him again. Now they were planning a wedding... again. I didn't understand it when they said it to me at the dinner table. I was supposed to be their main course apparently, I had the prettiest dress, and the way they talked about made it seem like it was a way for me to get noticed by the tabloids. Another scheme by my father... I sighed and went along with everything. Now this is where I am. 18 years old and nowhere to go... except to back where I started from.
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