Requested by Panzerraptor- thank you
Hanatarou x Kuukaku
Breeze
He was always sure that there was something not quite right about the two of them, the two of them being together. They didn't fit, when they stood side-by-side; there was something, in his mind, wrong with it. She was just so… so there, and he felt so incredibly insubstantial most of the time, as if he wasn't.
A ghost, a little pale thing that trailed after her wherever she went, that was only real when she looked at him, that could be blown away by the lightest of breezes.
She was a creature of muscle and power and unconquerable passion; a woman of strength and presence. When she walked into a room all people looked at her, and not only because of her loud voice and her strange appearance. There was just something about her that you wanted to look at- and that was why so many people avoided doing it.
Because they thought that they shouldn't.
So, no one looked at her, and everyone looked through him anyway, because he wasn't always quite there.
The two of them, they were invisible… they were… they were…
"Hana, come on."
And then a smile broke across his face, making him glow with a radiance that he never would be able to see himself (and wasn't that half the tragedy of it?) and skipped to catch up with her.
She reached out and squeezed his shoulders, as the wind streamed their hair out behind them.