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Irony.
By: pixie paramount (5/11/06)
Kannazuki no Miko, Chikane/Himeko (implied); you learn many things (and love is(n't) one of them)
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The funny thing, Chikane, is that you know that there is no irony in this.
You love her, plain and simple. Destiny had nothing to do with it. You just do.
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You learn many things in youth. Didn't you, Chikane?
You learned the important facts in life yourself, of course. Interpreting each step as you would something poetic, because you always thought that life always had this poetic irony that you loved so much--in your English literature, and Shakespeare, and--and hated all at the same time, because this and then that and then death, or something like it (all you know it is forever and you can't escape it).
And you hate it.
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You never where one to believe in God.
No, you believe in something different--something her.
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You died a thousand times, Chikane, and the thought is always the same: This is getting old.
You wanted to die by her hands, wanted her to love you like you did her (but you figure, now, that you are unworthy of such things with what you did to her).
It is always the same after you die: your soul awaits the next step and then, suddenly, you are alive and mostly all alone with her creeping at you like a ghost; it was your guilt back then but it manifested into a ghost and you never where able to let her go.
You swear when destiny is handed to you both that you wouldn't let her die like the last. No, you wouldn't. You promised yourself that and you are never one to--except that one time, but that is better left forgotten (for forever, until the tiny little sins all pile up and The End isn't Happily Ever After but something cruel and fitting for you)--break a promise.
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You learned, Chikane, that sun can not live without the moon and vice-versa.
Is that why you can not imagine a world without her there, besides you?
Yes, you think that has a little to do with it; you are the moon and she is the sun and somewhere along the lines it just couldn't be.
The End happened, you know; you died and she tasted like purgatory, all the while you both wanted and then--like life--you met.
You had different names and different burdens on your back but it was still the same; you met, you fell in love and the rest is buried in the pile of history that will never stop.
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Author's Note: Share the OTP love, people.
- Pixie
EDIT - 3/5/2007 (5:11 PM) - Fixed format; rewrote bits and pieces, edited out things. I like it better now.