Hello Fanfic?!
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infinitestarlightHahaha, ok, so I was just looking for a document here on my work computer. A spreadsheet actually. You know, something actually work related. And found this, just hanging out, lurking in my work files.
I don't even remember writing it!
I'm mostly sharing this for the sheer fact that I'm so ammused it even exists!
Title: Pearl in Moonlight
Prompt: Life is Beautiful
Rating: Sweet Fluffiness For All Ages (SFFAA?! XD, dude, I'm so creating a new rating system)
Paring: Highly Implied Kurogane/Fai
Word Count: 624 (which is super short for me)
*No Spoiler Warnings.
I don't even remember writing it!
I'm mostly sharing this for the sheer fact that I'm so ammused it even exists!
Title: Pearl in Moonlight
Prompt: Life is Beautiful
Rating: Sweet Fluffiness For All Ages (SFFAA?! XD, dude, I'm so creating a new rating system)
Paring: Highly Implied Kurogane/Fai
Word Count: 624 (which is super short for me)
*No Spoiler Warnings.
The bed seemed to be nothing more than a tangle of silk sheets and bare skin, and both had a remarkably beautiful way of catching moonlight. Flicks of silver thread reflected the clear August moon as though they were spun from the finest slivers of polished chrome that lay in careless folds, twisted and knotted around itself. And where the white moonlight did not wash across silk, it shimmered upon pale, cream-colored skin that was still glistening with a sheen of sweat.
He lay face down, his head caressed in silver-blue silk pillows and veiled beneath mussed strands of washed-golden hair that were getting long enough now they began to show their waves. Pale, thin pink lips still remained parted, slowly inhaling and exhaling the warm air around him while his bare shoulders gently rose and fell with each silent breath.
Kurogane wondered how long he had been asleep as he stood there at the doorway, watching. And then couldn’t help but wonder how long he, himself had been standing there. Though, watching him had become a new-found pastime he rather had come to enjoy, he certainly had never made a habit of it before. Why would he have?
But that had been a different life. Even if it had also been the same.
It was hard to remember, some days, what his old life had really been like. Had he ever really stood as a trusted guard at the gates of the palace in Nihon? Had he ever really slept beneath those thatched roves? On those woven mats? Walked in those raised, strapped shoes?
Had he really watched his parents die – his mother fall bleeding to the floor, his father turned to stone? He remembered very little of his parents anymore, it was hard to recall. Just that they had once been people that he had loved, felt safe, and warm around.
But he had no one like that in this life.
There was very little warmth in this new life. Very few comforts. They had been hiding from him for a very long time, so it seemed, he almost had forgotten what they felt like. And by the time he was starting to remember again, they were almost taken from him.
He had refused this. And now he stood there, thin silver silk clinging to what would be completely bare skin, watching, and he realized that he was glad to have done so.
Part of him wanted to remain standing there, watching. It was like watching some sort of dream. This was not a life he was used to. Not something he was yet familiar with. It was why he had gotten up in the first place – gone to make a quick lap around the house. Make sure the doors and windows were all shut properly. To make sure nothing was lurking, unchecked in shadowed corners. No one peering through slats in the blinds. And be sure the kids were sleeping soundly.
But things were all silent. Things were well.
Kurogane was not used to such things. Especially not lately.
He let himself smile before stepping further into the room. He stood at the edge of the bed and looked down, still baffled in his own mind just how things had come to this. When it exactly happened. He’d always thought there would be some pivotal moment where he’d be struck by something. Perhaps the sky would open and light would shine on the face of the one person he would ever feel such things for. But that hadn’t happened that way at all. Instead, it had been some irritating grain of sand under his skin he just couldn’t get rid of. And now... there was a pearl.
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He lay face down, his head caressed in silver-blue silk pillows and veiled beneath mussed strands of washed-golden hair that were getting long enough now they began to show their waves. Pale, thin pink lips still remained parted, slowly inhaling and exhaling the warm air around him while his bare shoulders gently rose and fell with each silent breath.
Kurogane wondered how long he had been asleep as he stood there at the doorway, watching. And then couldn’t help but wonder how long he, himself had been standing there. Though, watching him had become a new-found pastime he rather had come to enjoy, he certainly had never made a habit of it before. Why would he have?
But that had been a different life. Even if it had also been the same.
It was hard to remember, some days, what his old life had really been like. Had he ever really stood as a trusted guard at the gates of the palace in Nihon? Had he ever really slept beneath those thatched roves? On those woven mats? Walked in those raised, strapped shoes?
Had he really watched his parents die – his mother fall bleeding to the floor, his father turned to stone? He remembered very little of his parents anymore, it was hard to recall. Just that they had once been people that he had loved, felt safe, and warm around.
But he had no one like that in this life.
There was very little warmth in this new life. Very few comforts. They had been hiding from him for a very long time, so it seemed, he almost had forgotten what they felt like. And by the time he was starting to remember again, they were almost taken from him.
He had refused this. And now he stood there, thin silver silk clinging to what would be completely bare skin, watching, and he realized that he was glad to have done so.
Part of him wanted to remain standing there, watching. It was like watching some sort of dream. This was not a life he was used to. Not something he was yet familiar with. It was why he had gotten up in the first place – gone to make a quick lap around the house. Make sure the doors and windows were all shut properly. To make sure nothing was lurking, unchecked in shadowed corners. No one peering through slats in the blinds. And be sure the kids were sleeping soundly.
But things were all silent. Things were well.
Kurogane was not used to such things. Especially not lately.
He let himself smile before stepping further into the room. He stood at the edge of the bed and looked down, still baffled in his own mind just how things had come to this. When it exactly happened. He’d always thought there would be some pivotal moment where he’d be struck by something. Perhaps the sky would open and light would shine on the face of the one person he would ever feel such things for. But that hadn’t happened that way at all. Instead, it had been some irritating grain of sand under his skin he just couldn’t get rid of. And now... there was a pearl.
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Date: 2008-02-19 02:57 am (UTC)Very nice BTW; I love how your style ♥
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Date: 2008-02-19 06:52 am (UTC)YAY! Thanks! Haha, that means a lot when you say that to a really random story of mine I forgot I even wrote =p
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Date: 2008-02-19 08:18 pm (UTC)I love Kuro watching Fay sleep! :D
And the end is awesome! A pearl *-* Great!
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Date: 2008-02-19 08:38 pm (UTC)lolz I must have been in a fluffy mood that day *doesn't remember*
Haha, yay metaphores =p
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Date: 2008-02-21 03:35 am (UTC)( I wish I could write for this fandom, but I really can't get into the characters heads very well T-T)
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Date: 2008-02-21 03:45 pm (UTC)Haha, I wish I could write for OTHER fandoms. This seems to be the only one my head can get into. Hahah. How funny =p