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Title: Scenes 001 - 005
Characters: Chizuru Tachibana, Masaki Sato
Rating: G
Scene 001: Sleep
It's hard for him to sleep sometimes, even when he's cocooned himself warmly in his covers, eyes firmly closed and the thought of it drowsily stepping through his mind. No matter how many times he turns and tries to settle into a more comfortable position, he can't fall asleep, as tired as he might grow. Maybe it's because he feels sick, those nights, his stomach turning and knotting itself up; maybe it's because when he tries counting sheep, all he can think of is her, with her fluffy hair and bright smile, and he feels hot all over. Sometimes, when he's on the brink of sleep, he'll hear her voice in his thoughts, softly calling his name like she's never done before, and he'll answer back, just as softly – and opens his eyes, startled at himself. He watches the vibrant red numbers on the clock change, minute by minute, feeling his eyes get heavier and heavier with every passing second, and when he thinks he's finally going to be able to get to sleep, he jerks back awake.
Scene 002: Love
It's rare for them to be alone together – she really tries to keep in company when he's around, and he likes it that way, too – but more and more he's been the one walking her home (or biking, as it were; coasting along slowly, keeping at an even pace with her footsteps). It's mostly out of ease (their houses were kind of in the same direction, if you squinted real hard and turned your head to the side) but secretly, he's thrilled at it. It's hard to get a word out of her at first; she snaps and retorts but doesn't say much else, when he tries to for conversation, but as the days pass she starts to tell him about her classes, or complaining about people in her class. It's as smooth as the pavement beneath his wheels, and when she smiles or giggles as she recalls something that happened, he feels his heart skip a beat and the bike drift to the left. He jerks it back before she notices and pretends he's listening to her words instead of her voice, commenting when necessary and stopping at their parting spot to wave and receive a wave in return (along with a “See you tomorrow!” that makes him pause in his good bye, hand still raised until she's out of sight and dropping lamely against his thigh, and it's come to the point where he doesn't even have to stop to wonder if he's really, truly in love with her anymore, because it's as plain to see as the sunshine upon the bright, spring leaves that stretch and make their way out of the ground).
Scene 003: Pain
The papercut stings more than anything he's ever had (minus the weird, hollow ache in his chest that appears when he sees her smile at someone who isn't him) and he sticks his thumb in his mouth instinctively, wincing a little. It's enough to make her look over and frown at him; she asks to see his cut and he shakes his head, admittedly surprised at her concern – which must show on his face because she colors red instantly and makes an addendum; she only wants to see if it'll end up interfering with their work (cutting long ribbons of tissue paper for makeshift streamers and tall, thicker cones for party hats) and it makes him grin cheekily. It isn't an issue, is his smooth reply, and he thanks her for worrying – and it softens the hot feel of her slapping his arm and the harsh, angry sound of her voice telling him to just hurry up and finish, she needed help on putting up the decorations for the party. That admittance makes him laugh and daydream about holding her by her waist to lift her up as he returns to cutting the long triangles and curling them into themselves, making neat, little cones.
Scene 004: Sand
It's been a long, long time since he's been to the beach (and, by the looks of it, it's been a while for her, too) and he enjoys the feeling of sand between his toes and the sun, bright and a little overbearing, on his skin. He doesn't tan too well – he's always been a burner more than anything else – but he doesn't care; the beach is a special place and a special time, and while he knows he'll complain about the stinging red skin later, he couldn't care less at the moment. Because, at the moment, all he sees is her in her cute, frilly pink swimsuit (a two piece, even though she's got nothing to show on top-- and that's a lie, but one he'll stick to) sitting with her legs on either side of her, mapping out the beginnings of a sandcastle. And that's what you're supposed to do at the beach, right? Build sandcastles. He tugs her hair as he passes her, though, mentions she looks like a little kid sitting like that with a clump of sand in front of her, and she grabs his legs and makes him trip. He lands face first in the soft, slightly wet sand and gurgles helplessly when the tide roars its way up and washes over his face. It's ebbing its way back out to sea, slowly, but for now, it's still high. He sits up and spits out the salt and sand and – he almost sends her an irritated glance but she's laughing at him, and her arms are still around his legs and it's really too hot to be too close to another person (especially her), so he kicks back sand into her face as he gets up and laughs when she splutters. They throw and kick sand at each other the rest of the time, off and on; it's warfare, and they're not good at it, but it's full-out with no prisoners and it's an easy way to spend the rest of the day between chatting to their friends and getting them involved, in the end.
Scene 005: Glass
He sees her through the store window, looking at hair bows and holding them up to her hair to see how they'd look in the mirror beside her. She frowns frequently, putting each back in its proper place, and hesitantly going onto the next. He watches her, pressing his fingertips against the cold glass and bouncing slightly on the balls of his feet, and he feels like a dirty cocktail mix of nervous and happy and hesitant and ready, because he wants to go in and tell her what looks cute on her and what doesn't, but that's the sort of thing couples do and it makes him hurt a little more every time when he realizes they aren't one. He does make his way inside, hovering around the magazines and slipping down the aisles, a shadow amongst the cheerful fall shoppers, and pauses when he finally gets to her. He grins when she glances into the mirror and jumps, startled by his being there so suddenly, and when she turns around to start her tirade he takes one of the bows higher up and gives it to her. It's this little pink, ribbony kind of one and she looks at it critically, before holding it up to where it'd be and pursing her lips in thought at her reflection, which replies in kind. It's cute, he murmurs, hesitant in his words and in playing with her hair to fix it a little, and she shrugs in agreement; she takes the bows and buys them, and he sees her through the store window, pausing to put her hair up with the bows and smiles when she's got them in.
Characters: Chizuru Tachibana, Masaki Sato
Rating: G
Scene 001: Sleep
It's hard for him to sleep sometimes, even when he's cocooned himself warmly in his covers, eyes firmly closed and the thought of it drowsily stepping through his mind. No matter how many times he turns and tries to settle into a more comfortable position, he can't fall asleep, as tired as he might grow. Maybe it's because he feels sick, those nights, his stomach turning and knotting itself up; maybe it's because when he tries counting sheep, all he can think of is her, with her fluffy hair and bright smile, and he feels hot all over. Sometimes, when he's on the brink of sleep, he'll hear her voice in his thoughts, softly calling his name like she's never done before, and he'll answer back, just as softly – and opens his eyes, startled at himself. He watches the vibrant red numbers on the clock change, minute by minute, feeling his eyes get heavier and heavier with every passing second, and when he thinks he's finally going to be able to get to sleep, he jerks back awake.
Scene 002: Love
It's rare for them to be alone together – she really tries to keep in company when he's around, and he likes it that way, too – but more and more he's been the one walking her home (or biking, as it were; coasting along slowly, keeping at an even pace with her footsteps). It's mostly out of ease (their houses were kind of in the same direction, if you squinted real hard and turned your head to the side) but secretly, he's thrilled at it. It's hard to get a word out of her at first; she snaps and retorts but doesn't say much else, when he tries to for conversation, but as the days pass she starts to tell him about her classes, or complaining about people in her class. It's as smooth as the pavement beneath his wheels, and when she smiles or giggles as she recalls something that happened, he feels his heart skip a beat and the bike drift to the left. He jerks it back before she notices and pretends he's listening to her words instead of her voice, commenting when necessary and stopping at their parting spot to wave and receive a wave in return (along with a “See you tomorrow!” that makes him pause in his good bye, hand still raised until she's out of sight and dropping lamely against his thigh, and it's come to the point where he doesn't even have to stop to wonder if he's really, truly in love with her anymore, because it's as plain to see as the sunshine upon the bright, spring leaves that stretch and make their way out of the ground).
Scene 003: Pain
The papercut stings more than anything he's ever had (minus the weird, hollow ache in his chest that appears when he sees her smile at someone who isn't him) and he sticks his thumb in his mouth instinctively, wincing a little. It's enough to make her look over and frown at him; she asks to see his cut and he shakes his head, admittedly surprised at her concern – which must show on his face because she colors red instantly and makes an addendum; she only wants to see if it'll end up interfering with their work (cutting long ribbons of tissue paper for makeshift streamers and tall, thicker cones for party hats) and it makes him grin cheekily. It isn't an issue, is his smooth reply, and he thanks her for worrying – and it softens the hot feel of her slapping his arm and the harsh, angry sound of her voice telling him to just hurry up and finish, she needed help on putting up the decorations for the party. That admittance makes him laugh and daydream about holding her by her waist to lift her up as he returns to cutting the long triangles and curling them into themselves, making neat, little cones.
Scene 004: Sand
It's been a long, long time since he's been to the beach (and, by the looks of it, it's been a while for her, too) and he enjoys the feeling of sand between his toes and the sun, bright and a little overbearing, on his skin. He doesn't tan too well – he's always been a burner more than anything else – but he doesn't care; the beach is a special place and a special time, and while he knows he'll complain about the stinging red skin later, he couldn't care less at the moment. Because, at the moment, all he sees is her in her cute, frilly pink swimsuit (a two piece, even though she's got nothing to show on top-- and that's a lie, but one he'll stick to) sitting with her legs on either side of her, mapping out the beginnings of a sandcastle. And that's what you're supposed to do at the beach, right? Build sandcastles. He tugs her hair as he passes her, though, mentions she looks like a little kid sitting like that with a clump of sand in front of her, and she grabs his legs and makes him trip. He lands face first in the soft, slightly wet sand and gurgles helplessly when the tide roars its way up and washes over his face. It's ebbing its way back out to sea, slowly, but for now, it's still high. He sits up and spits out the salt and sand and – he almost sends her an irritated glance but she's laughing at him, and her arms are still around his legs and it's really too hot to be too close to another person (especially her), so he kicks back sand into her face as he gets up and laughs when she splutters. They throw and kick sand at each other the rest of the time, off and on; it's warfare, and they're not good at it, but it's full-out with no prisoners and it's an easy way to spend the rest of the day between chatting to their friends and getting them involved, in the end.
Scene 005: Glass
He sees her through the store window, looking at hair bows and holding them up to her hair to see how they'd look in the mirror beside her. She frowns frequently, putting each back in its proper place, and hesitantly going onto the next. He watches her, pressing his fingertips against the cold glass and bouncing slightly on the balls of his feet, and he feels like a dirty cocktail mix of nervous and happy and hesitant and ready, because he wants to go in and tell her what looks cute on her and what doesn't, but that's the sort of thing couples do and it makes him hurt a little more every time when he realizes they aren't one. He does make his way inside, hovering around the magazines and slipping down the aisles, a shadow amongst the cheerful fall shoppers, and pauses when he finally gets to her. He grins when she glances into the mirror and jumps, startled by his being there so suddenly, and when she turns around to start her tirade he takes one of the bows higher up and gives it to her. It's this little pink, ribbony kind of one and she looks at it critically, before holding it up to where it'd be and pursing her lips in thought at her reflection, which replies in kind. It's cute, he murmurs, hesitant in his words and in playing with her hair to fix it a little, and she shrugs in agreement; she takes the bows and buys them, and he sees her through the store window, pausing to put her hair up with the bows and smiles when she's got them in.