Title: Eternal Wait
Characters: Arisawa Tatsuki / Orihime Inoue
Rating: Yellow
Word Count: 1834 (word)
Warnings: Shoujo-ai, Oneshot
Summary : Those clips were hiding in a drawer of his desk for a long time. They had to be a gift for a good year, then had become a Valentine gift and there after months, begging to be given away for her birthday. But dargliele means admitting that he felt something for Hime, and Tatsuki, for the first time in his life, he was afraid.
Author's Note: Since I also shot * W * This was written for a contest femslash [when I arrived before]
The prompts were given to us by a random generator. Location
shōjo-ai/yuri/girls' love / femslash: "You'll always be my prince
Subject" positive "," hair clips from the pretty form "Subject
" negative ":" tangled wire & rdquo ;
Image Theme:
noises coming from inside the gymnasium echoed around the courtyard.
Hits rhythmic and precise as a stopwatch, breaking the rhythm almost unnatural quiet of the place, the sky streaked with orange on the horizon, showed some leaden clouds that presaged bad weather for the next day. A breeze, too fresh to be just the beginning of September, blowing idly among the branches of the trees were already changing color.
The girl in the gym, however, continued his training, ignoring the long, cold e l’orario.
Quando alzò lo sguardo per tergersi il sudore della fronte il suo sguardo corse, senza che nemmeno se ne accorgesse, all’orologio appeso di fronte all’entrata. E si rese conto di due cose contemporaneamente: che se n’erano già andati tutti ed era rimasta da sola in palestra e che erano le sette passate.
Senza fermarsi nemmeno a pensare si slanciò verso gli spogliatoio, dove si scontrò con un altro ragazzo.
Lui la guardò stupito e anche un po’ perplesso.
“Tatsuki! Ma che cosa ci fai ancora qui? Non avevi detto che oggi saresti andata via presto perché You promised your mother to be home by dinner time tonight at least?
His answer was lost in the maze of women's dressing room as he tried to open the shower and at the same time take their clothes off without getting wet, something resembling a dangerously: "I know! They are monstrous late! "
The boy shook his head, now resigned. His senpai from too little to know it well, let's say you had done you an idea of how the girl thinking.
When we talked about karate, sports where he excelled Tatsuki, she lost all sense of time and measurement. In a way it was frightening at the age of fifteen was a candidate to win the National. And the strange thing was that when he asked her what she liked so much of karate, she had replied that he did so only to defend his princess.
course was not allowed to ask more questions, it was his business, but he never realized who he was referring.
Tatsuki, her hair still wet from the wind, flew with his bicycle along the streets of Karakura hidden, trying to find every shortcut imaginable not to further increase the gap.
tried to enter the house without being heard by his mother, put the door carefully, took off his shoes without making a sound, resting nella scarpiera accanto alla porta e quando si rialzò, evitando qualunque movimento brusco, si accorse che non c’era bisogno di nascondersi.
Con un sospiro si raddrizzò fissando la donna che si trovava a braccia incrociate sulla soglia della cucina, un mestolo in mano e un’aria battagliera che preannunciava tempesta.
-Ciao, mamma… Ecco… Vedi… So che avevo promesso che sarei stata a casa per cena, ma vedi, ho perso un po’ il senso del tempo e…-
La donna sospirò a sua volta, rassegnata, tornando in cucina borbottando come una caffettiera
-Sì, come al solito… I no longer know what to do with you ... And I wanted a girl, a beautiful girl to dress and to teach how to cook ... -
Tatsuki giggling. His mother always dig up that topic when it was late for training but was proud of her. And then, after all, she was happy: it is not interested in risking the kids getting in trouble, and if he went out, did not worry about predators and aggressors. After all, had entered the regional championships and was in the pink of the likely winners.
beginning did not believe that karate would have liked, but had a good reason to start.
And that reason was a person very dear to her.
course it was a bit 'dizzy and so naive as to be irritating at times but was always willing to lend a hand to all, a smile, a caress to those in need. He was so extraordinarily good that there was natural to wonder how he could remain as white in a world that, however, fell in on itself like a house of cards.
Despite everything that had happened, she could remain the same: the same old Orihime, but too intelligent dreamer. He sat down wearily
on the desk chair of his room, without even having noticed how he got there. The gaze fell on the calendar that kept next to the pen and his eyes were closed in that little square marked by a couple of written decided.
knew how it would go the next day, he knew, had always been so. A kind of implicit
script, which she felt compelled to follow to please Orihime, when, in fact, the only thing he wanted was to throw out the parody of fairy-tale prince from the tragicomedy that was repeated every year .
But no, because she wanted the girl was happy that his best friend ...?
But was he?
was a question that ultimately became too thick.
taken seriously Hime friend?
course, Hime is your best friend, remember?
Tatsuki nodded, mostly to herself, trying to convince himself.
Then his eyes caught the image of a parcel hidden behind a pile of books (which were to be settled, but he knew that he would not). He knew what was inside. The
gift.
The gift for the birthday of that Orihime would be the following day, September 3.
And every year the scene was the same. She arrived in class
euphoric, and staining color from every pore, filling the air with a sort of happiness Hime was only able to prove to people just Stand by. Every year I hope that Ichigo remembers her birthday and did his best wishes but each time, on time, Ichigo was forgotten. It was up to Tatsuki, then take action. A smart move (which only last year had turned into a fist on his head) to remind him that Tatsuki did not want to dirty their hands just because he was so stupid to forget such a thing.
and everything went back in order. That light
sad that occasionally flickered in the eyes of the girl disappeared, giving way to a roaring cheer.
And if at first this was enough to Tatsuki, see her happy, was no longer the case. Now
felt something gnawing around the sternum, whenever named Hime Ichigo. He felt burning, he felt crumble, he felt an immense desire to join hands around the neck of what should have been his best friend for what he was doing to pass the girl.
felt something bite and ate into his body every time you gaze dreamily Orihime got lost staring at the tall, dry their orange-haired companion.
His heart, now, had been reduced to a tangled mess of wires tangled like a ball now useless, useless. He felt as if each of those threads had wrapped around his heart, around every muscle, around the lungs, the breath levandole need to breathe when he was with her. His whole body was becoming a huge mass of tangled wires that she could not take place off.
And each of them represented something. Anger, hatred, fear, friendship ...
Impotence.
She did not understand what was going on but more and more squeezed the wires all the emotions all the time invested.
And when he saw the two small objects, the wires were tight around his heart, because the terrible memories Hime.
two small pegs, shaped like a feather, almost hiding in the shop window, looking, perhaps, not be seen. Blank and white, soft and fluffy like real feathers.
had not thought twice to buy, white as his soul, as soft as she and all her behavior towards people. All those lovely clips reminded Orihime, seems made for her.
Yet those clips were hiding in a drawer of his desk for a long time.
had to be a gift for a good year, then had become a gift for Valentine's Day and there after months of begging as presents for birthdays. But
dargliele means admitting that he felt something for Hime, and Tatsuki, for the first time in his life, he was afraid.
He was afraid, whereby they would no longer been able to protect her, as she did when she was little with those who pulled the hair. Because it was as if he had been asked Hime Ichigo to protect her, be he her prince charming.
And Tatsuki did not want confrontation with his childhood friend, because he knew he would not make a difference.
Hime came first.
feeling is that, if only Hime had wanted, she would be waiting for her.
He felt like a door could be opened only by you. A door a little 'moth-eaten but still massive, with a bunch of keys all those old and worn without brass, but could only hold her.
Only she, with her sweetness, her clumsiness, her way of thinking so outside the lines.
Just like a door would not move, it stayed there waiting for her, leaving the keys in the door, ready to be filmed. With a clink, a bit 'deaf because of old keys, the door would open and then ...
And then ..?
do not even know her, but perhaps letting things flowed as free as a placid rivulet, even that she felt tangled ball of wires instead of the chest had disappeared. Each strand would be back in its place, leaving it free to breathe, to feel his heart beat with nothing to contamination. Tatsuki
went to bed with the conviction that the day after he gave his gift to Orihime.
The two girls, facing each other, they looked in silence.
Or rather, one in reality he was staring at a package in his hands and that the other had just delivered. Suddenly a smile on his face opened up and looked at her with sparkling eyes.
-It 's a gift for my birthday?
Tatsuki tried to smile, trying to ignore my heart that seemed to want out of the chest, and succeed also quite good, as Hime did not notice anything. And as the minutes passed and more Tatsuki, instead of excited, calm down. It was as if the very presence of Orihime managed to calm her down.
the color package was rejected and the two small springs forward timidly showed themselves in the eyes of the new owner. The girl's eyes shone with its own light, and without hesitation, moved one of the clips in the shape of a flower that was on the left side on the right side of the head. In this way he could get the two little feathers together to hold the fringe. Then she ran to embrace
Tatsuki, stringendosela against a hard as she could and she could not to return the hug, so happy to have his princess in his arms, one that would protect at the cost of his own life.
-Tsuki-chan, you'll always be my prince, you know?
Tatsuki took a deep breath, smelling the scent of vanilla that Orihime's hair seemed to emanate naturally.
-And you'll always be my ...
Hime * * Played on the fact that Hime also mean "princess."
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