A/N: Only a quick once over, so there might be some mistakes here and there... but still, ENJOY!
Shizuru's Envy
Have you ever found yourself repeating a name so many times that you start wondering: are you still pronouncing it correctly? Or that you've stared at a word for so long, that you can no longer tell if it's spelt properly, even though you never questioned it at the start.
Even in times when all is well and right, over-contemplation brings about questions and complications that were never necessary in the first place.
It was just earlier this evening that the thought of our relationship came to mind - the sweet tranquilly and rhythm of our life felt like such is a blessed and precious thing - but I pondered too much and I grew... discontent.
Why is it, that Natsuki has such good fortune in love when I did not? How can she accept her feelings for me so easily whereas I fell into a dark abyss because of it? To feel and accept a love that so many frown upon; why doesn't she fear the consequences like I did? Is she just stronger than me?
I was snatched away from my musing when I felt something poke my cheek; my eyes refocused and I turned to see mystified forest green eyes staring into mine and I flinched back in surprise.
"What's with the pout, Shizuru?" She asked was a satisfied smile.
We had been sitting on opposite ends of the couch: she was facing the T.V while I face her with my legs up and my back against its armrest – reading a book – but now she knelt on the ground next to me; I wonder: when did she get there?
"I wasn't pouting." I replied, my hand finding its way to caress the spot she so delicately touched.
"Yes you were. You were staring at me and then you starting pouting." She declared.
Her smile never left her face, instead the contentment in it seem to spread and fill her eyes with glee.
She stood up and lightly nudged my arm so that I would move over.
I scooted over, dropping my feet to the ground and turning to lean against the couch properly, she sat down next to me – touching – and her arms slipped around my waist and pulled me close.
"Hey, you can tell me, what's wrong?" She whispered in concern – melting me on the spot.
I returned the embrace and buried my face in the crook of her neck, amongst her silky hair, I replied with a smile against her ivory white skin:
"It's nothing."
A/N: Given Shizuru's whole mental-breakdown in the anime, I think it's highly likely for her to feel some resentment to the Natsuki I've portrayed in The Seven Deadly Sins, who had no problem with her feelings... Well my opinion, anyway! Hope you guys enjoyed that little ficlet! Until next time.