November Entry #1
Title: Searching for You
Fandom: Ed Edd n' Eddy
Shipping: R!Kevin / R!Edd
Rated: T
Searching for You
He was wet, yet he hadn't even touched the surface of the heated water below him yet. The thick air smelled of chlorine and male musk. Moisture clung to his temples and weaved within his raven hair uncomfortably as his white knuckles seemed to glow from clutching too tightly to the starting pad, rather than the calm relaxed stance he usually took. Eddward Vincent does not sweat. Eddward Vincent does not get nervous.
Just below the starting pad he had positioned himself over, the water rocked and folded over itself in hypnotizing movements. It reminded him of drowning. He wasn't thinking straight. He wasn't focused on what he would do to win this or how it would feel under the waters cool, enveloping embrace. He was thinking about what to do before he had even grazed the surface. Did he dare look to the crowd? Did he dare search for the one who was certainly absent? He started to tremble. His stomach dropped 4, 5 stories, and his mind raced with suffocating thoughts. It was just a crowd, and that's what was so heart wrenching. It was just the usual crowd, buzzing in a hive of excitement and pre-game adrenaline. It was missing someone. Even in it's over crowded stands, it had room for one more, room for only one. This shouldn't be happening. He should be focusing on his competition, not whether or not a silly minnow would dare show his face in these predator infested waters. He should have been hell bent on winning this and reminding everyone why he was called the "Shark of Peach Creek", not pondering over an apology to his pumpkin. Eddward Vincent does not day dream. Eddward Vincent does not apologize.
Sharp, merciless cyan eyes of the quivering shark were hidden behind closed eyelids as he huffed a long sigh of warm air through clenched teeth. It swirled with the choking oxygen around him and danced with the scents of chlorine. His eyes moved to the far right, hardly moving his head, as he slowly opened his eyelids and scanned over the crowd for the millionth time. They roared with their threats and screeched their encouragement, but they were meaningless. They all glared and screamed to Eddward. Except one.
It didn't take long to see him. His signature Quiz Bowl hat topped above his fluffy pumpkin colored hair was evident in any crowd. He was here. Kevin was here. Eddward Vincent does not smile to him. Eddward Vincent does not feel relief.
'Turn your head. Do not look at him, do not acknowledge his presence...' But slowly, a smile crept onto his face. A smile that meant everything in the world to the pumpkin topped boy in the stands watching. Edd's eyes sharpened at the finish line ahead. Though his mind was elsewhere, somewhere far away. His focus wasn't on his game. It never was. For every time he stood alone, his mind was always with one. That was his secret.
'I knew he would come.'
The starting gun fired, and the shark took to the water, thinking about nothing else but the fish he chased every time he took to these waters. For in the end, he knew he would catch him.
He won first, as usual.
