Post by whitelilacs on Feb 26, 2006 23:25:04 GMT -5
"Questions" is a tentative title...I need suggestions, as I lost my brilliant idea I had before. Now I think I can successfully work on homework. This is actually my third fic, but the second just isn't finished yet. Tell me what you think. *holds back personal comments*
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"Questions"
By: whitelilacs/Milai Sapphire
The thought bothered him. Something inside of him that he didn’t understand. Everything was already so complicated, and maybe this thought complicated things further. For some reason…he needed to know…
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“Saya-nee-chan.” Riku looked up at his “sister”, as she prepared to go to sleep.
“Hn?” A single questioning sound was all she could manage out of her mouth, as he head laid down upon her pillow.
“Does Saya-nee-chan like Haji-san?” His eyes turned to find an answer on her face, but her whole body was turned away from him hiding the bright red tinge in her cheeks.
“What made you think of that?” She asked, her voice slightly startled by his sudden question. Her question was answered by a long silence, as she turned her face in his direction, he buried his face beneath the sheets.
“Usotsuki…” he mumbled beneath his breath, as Saya pulled the sheets from over his head. After a brief glance, he stepped out of his bed, putting on his jacket.
“Riku-kun…” Saya called out to her little brother, trying now to wake up Kai who was sleeping somewhat peacefully on the other bed.
“I’m just going out for some fresh air. I’ll be back…” With those last words, he smiled and silently closed the door, as if to queue the prelude to a soft sonata.
“Haji…isn’t it?” Saya whispered, as she knelt before the window above the head of the bed. The quiet cello sonata echoed through her window rendering her motionless, “Haji no baka…”
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Riku walked up towards the top balcony where Haji sat silently gliding his bow against the thick, vibrating strings. He took, one, two steps feeling the pressure of the music. A song somehow yielding no emotion, but more beautiful than anything one had heard before.
“Haji…” Riku reached out a hand to tap Haji on his back, but a sudden cold grasp could be felt around his wrist. The music turned to a tense silence. “It hurts…” Riku looked down, a pained face unable to stay focused upon the man directly. Haji released his firm grasp, yet his hand refused to pick up his bow and resume his musical piece from where he had stopped. “Haji-san…” Riku could see on Haji’s face, some confusion and an unknown feeling that somehow did not fit his character.
“Gomen nasai…” he spoke softly looking at the city’s view, placing his cello at rest on his shoulder.
“It’s okay. I’m…alright…” Riku picked up the bow, whose hairs were no longer taut, rather loose as one strand began to wave in the night breeze. “Haji…Saya…what do you think of Saya-nee-chan?” his words barely escaped his lips, as he sat down beside the cello player.
His question was also met by this man’s silence. No change had met his expression. Riku could only wonder, see the situation as he wanted to see it. “You like her, Saya-nee-chan, don’t you?”
Neither a yes nor no was spoken.
For some reason, Riku wanted to know the truth, hear the reason why he would still fight alongside Saya. There was still so much that he did not know. From above, Haji looked down at him, as if to say “why is this of any importance”. He could understand this much: to Haji, what Riku thought didn’t matter much…rather…
“It’s getting late. You should go to sleep.” Haji placed his hand atop Riku’s head. A definite sign of “you’re too young to understand adult matters”. With that gesture, Riku smiled with a small good night, and walked slowly to the exit. He could hear the soft sound of hollowed wood resting on the concrete floor. Haji moved to the balcony’s edge and looked down to find Saya perched by the window. As she stretched out her hands into the open air, the white moon’s reflection cast his shadow on her open hands.
Leaning to her side, her eyes caught sight of a bent figure and hair that framed a calm expression. Although his lips failed to, his eyes shadowed by the darkness of his black hair smiled.
In that moment, he knew. It was clear to him what he needed to know...
No questions were answered.
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"Questions"
By: whitelilacs/Milai Sapphire
The thought bothered him. Something inside of him that he didn’t understand. Everything was already so complicated, and maybe this thought complicated things further. For some reason…he needed to know…
-----------
“Saya-nee-chan.” Riku looked up at his “sister”, as she prepared to go to sleep.
“Hn?” A single questioning sound was all she could manage out of her mouth, as he head laid down upon her pillow.
“Does Saya-nee-chan like Haji-san?” His eyes turned to find an answer on her face, but her whole body was turned away from him hiding the bright red tinge in her cheeks.
“What made you think of that?” She asked, her voice slightly startled by his sudden question. Her question was answered by a long silence, as she turned her face in his direction, he buried his face beneath the sheets.
“Usotsuki…” he mumbled beneath his breath, as Saya pulled the sheets from over his head. After a brief glance, he stepped out of his bed, putting on his jacket.
“Riku-kun…” Saya called out to her little brother, trying now to wake up Kai who was sleeping somewhat peacefully on the other bed.
“I’m just going out for some fresh air. I’ll be back…” With those last words, he smiled and silently closed the door, as if to queue the prelude to a soft sonata.
“Haji…isn’t it?” Saya whispered, as she knelt before the window above the head of the bed. The quiet cello sonata echoed through her window rendering her motionless, “Haji no baka…”
----------
Riku walked up towards the top balcony where Haji sat silently gliding his bow against the thick, vibrating strings. He took, one, two steps feeling the pressure of the music. A song somehow yielding no emotion, but more beautiful than anything one had heard before.
“Haji…” Riku reached out a hand to tap Haji on his back, but a sudden cold grasp could be felt around his wrist. The music turned to a tense silence. “It hurts…” Riku looked down, a pained face unable to stay focused upon the man directly. Haji released his firm grasp, yet his hand refused to pick up his bow and resume his musical piece from where he had stopped. “Haji-san…” Riku could see on Haji’s face, some confusion and an unknown feeling that somehow did not fit his character.
“Gomen nasai…” he spoke softly looking at the city’s view, placing his cello at rest on his shoulder.
“It’s okay. I’m…alright…” Riku picked up the bow, whose hairs were no longer taut, rather loose as one strand began to wave in the night breeze. “Haji…Saya…what do you think of Saya-nee-chan?” his words barely escaped his lips, as he sat down beside the cello player.
His question was also met by this man’s silence. No change had met his expression. Riku could only wonder, see the situation as he wanted to see it. “You like her, Saya-nee-chan, don’t you?”
Neither a yes nor no was spoken.
For some reason, Riku wanted to know the truth, hear the reason why he would still fight alongside Saya. There was still so much that he did not know. From above, Haji looked down at him, as if to say “why is this of any importance”. He could understand this much: to Haji, what Riku thought didn’t matter much…rather…
“It’s getting late. You should go to sleep.” Haji placed his hand atop Riku’s head. A definite sign of “you’re too young to understand adult matters”. With that gesture, Riku smiled with a small good night, and walked slowly to the exit. He could hear the soft sound of hollowed wood resting on the concrete floor. Haji moved to the balcony’s edge and looked down to find Saya perched by the window. As she stretched out her hands into the open air, the white moon’s reflection cast his shadow on her open hands.
Leaning to her side, her eyes caught sight of a bent figure and hair that framed a calm expression. Although his lips failed to, his eyes shadowed by the darkness of his black hair smiled.
In that moment, he knew. It was clear to him what he needed to know...
No questions were answered.
