Small advisory: this short contains very, very, very slight implications of 15+ stuff. Admittedly, though, it's pretty vague, and if a reader can't handle mentions this small, they really shouldn't be on this site anyway.
One's Own Happiness
The way he sees it, time has simply taken its course, and what has come is nothing more than what was due. In truth, what better way for it to turn out? He cannot hide the faint smile gradually seeping across his face as he gazes at her. From his position on the couch, it is not hard to feign sleep; he can't help but be amazed, for he is usually not this crafty.
This is different, however.
This, he had to see for himself.
As she stumbles to the doorway, russet hair messed, a blanket around her bare shoulders, a flustered blush spreading across her tan skin, he chuckles inwardly, feeling the gaze of her soft eyes on him. Remaining as perfectly still as possible, he cracks an eye open to examine her. Her chest is rising and falling quickly in rhythm with her heavy breathing. A small smile shapes her lips; her dark eyes have a special shine to them; she is turning, glancing back into the room, her grin widening.
Convinced that he is blissfully asleep on the tiny couch, she silently turns the corner and returns to her room, dragging her newfound happiness and a blanket with her.
Silence elapses for several minutes.
He can see his brother's shadow, cast across the wall of his room. The silhouette drags its long pants back up and snaps the button, then similarly tosses a long-sleeved shirt over its chest.
He mistakenly drags himself into a sitting position just in time to catch his brother emerging from the room, blonde ponytail swinging. The nonchalant, inconspicuous look the elder bears deteriorates rapidly upon realization. They stare at each other for a moment, exchanging no words.
The elder nods apologetically.
With a smile, the younger waves it off, rolling over on the couch. There are no assumptions to be made.
He understands.
Before, neither had a home. Now, they have found one in each other's arms, and happiness in each other's hearts. In truth, what better way for it to turn out?
He understands.
What has come is nothing more than what was due, and has been for a very long time.
A/N: What can I say about this one? Well, I'm not hoping for a public outcry, that's for sure. This is just something I've been looking for a way to express for a while, ever since the movie, and a short gives me the opportunity to do that. As with many of my stories where I just weave language and don't define anything, pretty much everything in this is up to interpretation from anyone but me. Just try to review, please. I know you don't care enough to even consider it, and that I'm wasting my time asking, but...oh well. Who cares. You all don't.
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