A/N: Went to the doctor on Wednesday. Guess who has Acid Reflux Disease? Now I have to be put on this special diet, because I can't eat a lot of certain food (Tomato-based, citrus-based, caffeinated drinks, spicy foods, greasy/fatty foods—yup, pretty much all the stuff that's good in the world). Looks like I'll be drinking water, and eating bread for the next few weeks.

And I hate to ask this, but if you remember Slow Dancing In A Burning TV, I've recently just posted a new chapter after about 6 months, and I'd really appreciate it if you took the time to read that (and maybe leave a review?); I'd just like to know if I've improved since then, since I can't tell myself. Thank you so much if you do! (and if you don't, I stil love you... Just a little less *slapped* Jk, jk~)

I love how my author's note never really pertains to the actually story I'm writing about...


Moon x Priestess

Katsu Yamashita would like to call himself a realist—everything was broken up in black, and white; there were no shades in-between. Love was for fools that fall behind (and for someone who hasn't had much of it growing up, he's convinced himself he doesn't need it). The only thing that mattered (that only ever mattered) was proving to the world that he was the best. That he was at the top. Why would anyone settle or lower their standards? The surface was a lie—he acted like he didn't care eitherway, but secretly starved for the approval of others. His constant drive to improve clouded his train of thought, and soon, he lost sight of everyone around him. Worked himself until he felt he was strong enough, smart enough. Talked down to the ones who weren't. A defense mechanism. A mask to hide his true feelings.

Yukiko Amagi did not fit into his plans, or rather, he didn't want her to. Because she was pretty, and laughed too loudly (at things that weren't even that funny), and loved too much (for people that deserved less). She dreams a champagne dream with fields of butterflies, and open air (reality escapes her everytime). A place that wasn't here. A dream he could never be. And at first, he thinks that's okay, that knowing her will be enough, but soon he wants more. With her everything is beautiful. Things that used to make perfect sense fail him. He feels emotions he didn't know he had, and it scares him. Makes him want to run, and hide, but she keeps drawing him in.

He does his best to make a good impression, but he trips, and fumbles on his words, and for once, he doesn't have it all together. He's lost his composure. But all she does is give him that gentle smile of hers, place her hand over his.

And he melts everytime.

When their eyes meet, and their lips touch for the first time (of many times), he feels worthy—which is absolutely crazy because Yukiko was perfect in every sense of the word. Feels like he doesn't have to compensate for something that isn't there. She was always so patient, guiding him until he felt like he was ready to stand. He was a mess because he was cold, and thought too much, and judged too often. In his play, he took on every role. But he's found someone willing to fix him.

Katsu Yamashita would like to call himself a fool—a fool in love.


It's different (and maybe a little harder for me) to write about someone with a superiority complex when I'm so used to writing about my own character who has an inferior one. Hope it came out alright, SaberTheFallenAngel. I was going to write about them at a fireworks show, but I just did not have the inspiration for it... Up next is Kanji.