hey! I would like to thank all the reviewers for supporting this collection of drabble-y oneshots. This chapter also has mystery characters! This is the style someone else introduced me to. I thank them. even if this is slightly like another work, I came up with the idea on my own.
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You raise your left foot, and spin perfectly on the smooth floor of your dance studio. You don't know I'm here. You know, my Birdie, that we are more alike than you would like to admit. I saw that. remember that failed attack? The eel, and the lightning? Do you remember how the eel accidentally set a fire? How I fainted from exertion, and fell behind the bush? Fighting Ichigo always does that to me.
I lay there, and death didn't seem so bad. Ichigo never could love me; my hope was gone, melted before the flames. They seemed to lick away at my very soul, Birdie. And then I saw you. The fire was all around you. Your comrades were fighting, but for a moment, you had peace among the chaos. I never realized how beautiful you were. I remember the expression on your face. Pain. Pain I had seen so many times, looking into the mirror and dreaming about Ichigo. Suddenly, you stood on your toes and pirouetted. The sparks and ash seemed to dance with you, in your radiant beauty.
In a way, you saved me. You turned around and saw me there. I remember it clearly. You could have destroyed me, but you didn't. I like to think you did it out of care for me, but I know I'm only dreaming when I recall how you turned and jogged towards your friends. You could have killed me, but you spared me. You took something with you, though. My heart.
I know you don't love me. You consider me a disgusting pervert, and you look down on me. But, Birdy, I love you. Ichigo forsook me to the flames, and I fell into a world void of anything but pain. But I saw pain on your face as well. You aren't happy. the fame, the fans, even being a mew, is all hollow and meaningless. I know what you feel. I spent so much time focusing on Ichigo, I never saw your inner turmoil. I know we can never be, but looking at you, I like to think you are dancing for me.
even though you will never care for me, Love, I will always have feelings for you. No matter how many times you turn away, your soul is shattered, like mine.
In another time, were we friends? Maybe even lovers? I can think of no other way I could feel so connected to you. You are beautiful, beloved. I never saw how lustrous your blue hair shone, how lovely your eyes gleamed. But you will never notice a foolish alien such as me. Just like Ichigo. But you don't hurt me deliberately, and that makes all the difference. The fact is, we both aren't happy. That is what makes us the same. Our pain is the same. we are both rejected. Neither of us stand a chance against this turmoil that is life, my sweet.
Sometimes, I like to imagine we are of the same race, and in love. I can play that game of warped reality for hours, as long as I see your soft smile, etched into your face. I see you every time I dream, Birdie, and you sooth the worst of my nightmares. I loved you, ever since that day. My master will not allow for anything more between us than a passing glance. I resent him for that. But I cannot leave my master's side; because I have nowhere left to go to. Your arms can bear only rejection for me.
But I'll always love you, my Minto, even though you can't see me.
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Ah, so sad! Okay, tell me what you think. And the boy is a perverted alien. That's all I'm saying.