OMG, revive the pokemon love! My LJ and its flist has been rather full of this the past 2 days and I was reinspired. This is the shortest of short drabbles...oh well. Little but lovely.
Disclaimer: not miiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiine!
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The indigo sky. Strange how it always reminded him of him. His eyes. The clearest indigo, like the sky between twilight and night. Clear but somehow reflected the constant storm inside.
The fireworks that lit the sky in bright intervals were distracting his thoughts. Childlike exciment interupting deep mediation.
"Oh they're beautiful"
"You're still watching those damn things Sato? It's been the same display for four nights now"
"That doesn't mean they're anyless beautiful"
"They look like your rat when its sneezing"
"Shigeru"
"What?"
His eyes maybe as easy to get lost in as the wide, empty sky; too bad his personality wouldn't do the same. What was it that drew him to his royal crassness anyway?
"Come on. Let's go make our own fireworks before these bugs get anymore of our blood"
"Pardon"
"Us. Fireworks. Now."
Oh...that. Right.
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Ummm...Punk Shishi (my shigesato website) will be moving/reopening soon so if you'd like to donate any art or fic or etc, send it to my email butterflyishida hotmail . com (without all the spaces).