A/N: Second day, still going strong. Really like the direction of some of the relationships and situations I have in mind. It'll all make sense in the end :)

Tale 3: On the Mind

Pairing: Sora/Yamato

Rating: K+, No Warnings

Synopsis: Something on your mind?

If she was being honest with herself, she was really attracted to his hair

She stares at it now as he sits on the mat across the table. His legs are folded lazily and his hand props his face as he leafs through his textbook. His hair sways in front of his eyes and he can't be bothered move it back enough to be able to read the material put in front of him properly.

Gold

God

Soft

Touch

Long

Oh

She can almost peak through the strands of hair to look into his ice-blue eyes.

It was simply amazing

They had been dating for a couple of months now and had already settled in a comfortable routine of domesticity. After school he would come over to do homework while she alternated between retelling her day, doing her own homework, and practicing her flower arrangements.

He would grunt here and there in response to any questions she may have or any advice she needed but most of the time Yamato remained silent, seemingly engrossed with the textbook or the wall. But that was just Yamato, he was not much for words and if there was anything that Sora had learned from being with Yamato is that one of the responsibilities of being his girlfriend included being able to deal with this aspect of his personality.

Silence

Which was never an uncomfortable one. In fact, Sora could accept it with grace and a smile. She enjoyed it, if she was being honest, because at least silence with Yamato meant she was with him

She was good with it

Believe me

He was not much for doing anything either. He could be persuaded to go out with her for the occasional date or two. Maybe catch a movie, or go out to eat someplace and if he was in a particularly good mood he would sing for her; strumming his guitar in a way that tugged at her heartstrings. But he was much more inclined to spend time with her at her house. Across the table.

So close

So far

He never moved an inch closer than that. She could almost feel the ghost of his body's imprint in the area where he sat if that was any indication of how little time he left that space. He would sometimes glance up to look at her and in those moments she felt like a burning spotlight had been lit on her.

Yet Yamato never smiled, nor gave a smirk at the sight of her. Instead he seemed to be looking through her. The ghost of a thought painted on his face.

What is it?

And almost as soon as he glanced up at her, he would return to his textbook as if it had never happened. And she too, as her heart rate slowed down from the disappointment of expectations dashed would return to what she was doing

She felt it, the wall, the ever-suffocating distance that he put between himself and her. She felt it, too, when he walked out of her apartment complex of Odaiba at 7pm as usual and she trailed right behind him as usual.

He never gave her a second glance.

But as they exited the building he would turn to her, her face brimming with anticipation and just like clockwork he would lean down to her thin frame and kiss her.

And it is in those toe-curling moments, his lips capturing hers, her tasting the sweetness of his lips, that she chooses to forget the wall.

Because in spite of everything, or rather nothing, he would still come back to her the next day and the next.

And they will continue to sit in silence

Together

She'll ignore the distant look in his eyes when he glances at her

That's all she can do

Something on your mind?

…Someone?

We'll see where things progress with these two. There's a reason for everything. Until next time!

Reviews are encouragement :)

womynrule

signing out