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'Choices' Standings: (AND THANK YOU TO MAEG AND EBAZ FOR VOTING ON 'CHOICES'! EVERYONE ELSE, PLEASE DO!)

Odile X Brendan: 2

Odile X Wally: 1

Odile X Steven: 1

Question:

My Answer:

Characters: Ingo X Touko, as requested. (Thank you for requesting a drabble, by the way, I do love writing them.)

Summary: I hope you like this. I don't really know much about Ingo…

Motion

Ingo watches the subway train rattle on while he stays still, something stationary compared to the motion of the world.

Except for his mind. His mind is leaping back to the past and speeding towards the future, orbiting around memories and wonderments for the future. Orbiting around her.

He fights the images floating around his brain before he caves.

Then he presses 'play'.

000

Flashback- flashback to the day he glimpses swinging brown hair and eyes that hold storming oceans in their depths. Flashback to unpainted skin and raw bones and lips that are made of willpower and determination and all things provocative.

Flashback to when she challenges him.

Flashback to when he loses.

Flashback to when they shake hands, and he's feeling the snap-crackle-pop of infatuation but she's not feeling a damn thing at all.

Flashback to when she smiles and walks away.

000

Rewind- rewind to the morning he confesses to that beautiful girl who he doesn't even really know. Rewind to clasped hands and a racing heart and stumbling litanies of 'I-love-you-darling-won't-you-love-me-back?' s.

Rewind to a provocative mouth that's no longer smiling and eyes that just keep staring and staring until he's faced with the decision to either look away or drown.

Rewind to when he chooses the latter.

000

Pause- pause as Ingo inhales the present through his nose and releases it through his mouth, his coattails whipping around him as the train once again whizzes past.

Then he presses 'play'.

000

Reverse- reverse until he's back standing in the very place he'll stand day after day in the future, and reverse until she comes sashaying towards him again. Her eyes may be water but her tongue is flame-coated, and it scorches him until layer after layer of his defenses come a-tumbling down.

Reverse until he's back watching that girl from afar: wanting to know her, wanting to taste her, wanting to have her.

Reverse until he's back realizing that their age difference isn't the only thing that's keeping them apart.

000

Repeat- repeat the nights that he stays awake staring at the ceiling, finding her face among the cracks.

Repeat the days he sees her with that brown-haired boy, the one who smothers her provocative mouth with his own and twists that flame-coated tongue until it can't even produce an ember.

Repeat the mornings he stirs his coffee and tells Emmett that it might be love. Repeat the warnings that infatuation blocks from his ears.

Repeat her leaving the city with that brown-haired boy in tow. Repeat him learning that she is the champion a few months later.

Repeat her never talking to him again.

000

Fastforward- fastforward to him seeing her around the city, a wedding band around her finger and her eight-years-younger-than-himface aglow with pride. Fastforward to never being invited to her wedding.

Fastforward to him turning on the TV only to see updates of her on every channel.

Fastforward to him staying stationary while she just keeps moving, her motion unmatched by even the fastest subway train.

Fastforward to a futureless future.

000

Mute- mute the roar of the train as it coasts past, bringing him out of his reverie.

Slow- slow time, slow motion, as he steps so that he's standing precariously above the tracks.

Stop- stop for an instant when he hears the next train approach.

Skip- skip the twelve minutes of deliberation and the five of lowering himself down to lay on the tracks.

Freeze- freeze the world so that it's no longer in motion. Freeze so that he can look up at the train that will run him over. Freeze so that he can cradle the image of her in his mind, and so that he can check over that he has indeed written a letter of apology to Emmett.

Then, with one last painful thud of his heart, he presses 'play'.