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metamorphosis2012-03-06 09:28 am
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Title: winter's breath
Characters: Masaki Sato, Chizuru Tachibana
Rating: G
54/365. "think of me and i'll be there".
Masaki breathes softly and slowly, watching her breath come out like dragon's smoke, before turning her gaze back to the window. Behind it are mannequins with jackets and scarves, with gloves and mittens unnecessarily (although surely painstakingly) tugged over their stiff hands. She shoves her own mitten-covered hands into her jacket pockets and wanders in, studying the clothes from behind and searching for something similar amongst the racks. She scrounges up the money to buy a scarf (fuzzy and warm; it's a brilliant red, and just looking at it makes her heat up) and walks out with it in her hands. It's a little long and it won't stay around her neck right; she grits her teeth in frustration (the first thing she had bought for herself on her own, and it won't stay where it was supposed to!) and keeps at it, even slipping her hands from their warm retreat and shoving the mittens in her pockets to try and work the scarf into place.
Someone behind her helps her out with warm hands and an even warmer hum of approval once the scarf stays. A finger pulls a few locks of her hair out of place thoughtfully but leaves it there, evidently deciding she'd be a lot warmer with it tucked under the scarf. Masaki turns to thank the person out of courtesy and bites her tongue when startlingly blue eyes meet her own. Chizuru grins down at her, hands shoved in his hoodie's pockets almost innocently. She frowns at him and huffs a little, turning on her heel and coloring a light shade of red when Chizuru gives a start and jogs after her, keeping their pace even and in-step with one another. She glances up at him, not quite shyly (although definitely discreetly) and sighs, keeping her face forward as she talks.
“What do you want?” Chizuru tilts his head at her question and looks to the sky, pursing his lips against it and shrugging. “A 'thank you' would be nice, Mary. Or 'it's good to see you again'.”
Masaki swallows back the wetness in her mouth and snorts softly. “Why would I ever thank you?” A pause that Chizuru doesn't miss, judging his glance at her from the corner of his eye. “I guess it's good to see you again, though. How're the others?”
It's not as if she got to see them either; Kaname and Yuuta at university, Yuuki undecided for the moment, Shun working... School kept her busy as-is, along with spending most of her lunches on the rooftop and looking at the five names carved into the stone on the back of the stairwell. Masaki lets her attention slide from her thoughts and back to Chizuru beside her, who slowly slips his hands from his pockets to place on the back of his hand and stretch, a grin pulling itself over his features.
“They're good. We got together last Saturday to celebrate exams being over. It was great~ Shun-chan baked a cake and everything!”
Masaki tries to hide her envy and doesn't quite manage it; Chizuru's smile slips a little and softens, and he tugs her against his side in half a hug. It stuns them both for a moment, but neither of them makes a move to leave and Chizuru sighs in relief, then looks down at her and snickers.
“You shouldn't be so jealous, Mary! I'll text you about the next party we have, and you can come over and surprise the rest of the guys. How's that sound?”
“Good, I guess.” She concedes, closing her eyes a little. Everything is warm (too warm, maybe), and she feels as if she should be giving off steam in the cold air. The only reason she isn't pulling away from Chizuru is because it's warm, she affirms to herself; it's too warm to move away, and that's all.
(That isn't all, though; it really is nice to see him again, surprisingly so, and she hadn't realized how much she missed his stupid grin until it was beside her once more. It feels nice to be held, too, and she takes it all in – the warmth, the winter air, the sun in the sky, and the smell of him – and holds onto it as tightly as she can manage.)
She keeps at his side a touch longer once they crest the hill to her house, squeezing her nails into her palms and wondering when she'd see him again (when she'd see all of them again, really) and jumping a little when Chizuru leans down to whisper in her ear, breath warm and teasing against her lobe.
“If you ever get lonely, just think of me and I'll be there, all right? Then you won't look like such a sad little sheep when you're out buying things for yourself.”
Masaki steps away, an angry retort on her lips that melts away when he grins at her a final time and waves good bye, stepping backwards down the hill and turning on his heel once he's starting to go down and running the rest of the way. Her heart clenches in a terrible way, and her throat feels tight and dry as he slowly disappears from her line of sight. She's not sure why it happens, although the best guess rests in her mind like a sleeping lion, prominent but not pushing the issue, and she keeps her eyes to the ground the rest of the way home, counting the cracks in the sidewalk to distract her muddled mind.
Characters: Masaki Sato, Chizuru Tachibana
Rating: G
54/365. "think of me and i'll be there".
Masaki breathes softly and slowly, watching her breath come out like dragon's smoke, before turning her gaze back to the window. Behind it are mannequins with jackets and scarves, with gloves and mittens unnecessarily (although surely painstakingly) tugged over their stiff hands. She shoves her own mitten-covered hands into her jacket pockets and wanders in, studying the clothes from behind and searching for something similar amongst the racks. She scrounges up the money to buy a scarf (fuzzy and warm; it's a brilliant red, and just looking at it makes her heat up) and walks out with it in her hands. It's a little long and it won't stay around her neck right; she grits her teeth in frustration (the first thing she had bought for herself on her own, and it won't stay where it was supposed to!) and keeps at it, even slipping her hands from their warm retreat and shoving the mittens in her pockets to try and work the scarf into place.
Someone behind her helps her out with warm hands and an even warmer hum of approval once the scarf stays. A finger pulls a few locks of her hair out of place thoughtfully but leaves it there, evidently deciding she'd be a lot warmer with it tucked under the scarf. Masaki turns to thank the person out of courtesy and bites her tongue when startlingly blue eyes meet her own. Chizuru grins down at her, hands shoved in his hoodie's pockets almost innocently. She frowns at him and huffs a little, turning on her heel and coloring a light shade of red when Chizuru gives a start and jogs after her, keeping their pace even and in-step with one another. She glances up at him, not quite shyly (although definitely discreetly) and sighs, keeping her face forward as she talks.
“What do you want?” Chizuru tilts his head at her question and looks to the sky, pursing his lips against it and shrugging. “A 'thank you' would be nice, Mary. Or 'it's good to see you again'.”
Masaki swallows back the wetness in her mouth and snorts softly. “Why would I ever thank you?” A pause that Chizuru doesn't miss, judging his glance at her from the corner of his eye. “I guess it's good to see you again, though. How're the others?”
It's not as if she got to see them either; Kaname and Yuuta at university, Yuuki undecided for the moment, Shun working... School kept her busy as-is, along with spending most of her lunches on the rooftop and looking at the five names carved into the stone on the back of the stairwell. Masaki lets her attention slide from her thoughts and back to Chizuru beside her, who slowly slips his hands from his pockets to place on the back of his hand and stretch, a grin pulling itself over his features.
“They're good. We got together last Saturday to celebrate exams being over. It was great~ Shun-chan baked a cake and everything!”
Masaki tries to hide her envy and doesn't quite manage it; Chizuru's smile slips a little and softens, and he tugs her against his side in half a hug. It stuns them both for a moment, but neither of them makes a move to leave and Chizuru sighs in relief, then looks down at her and snickers.
“You shouldn't be so jealous, Mary! I'll text you about the next party we have, and you can come over and surprise the rest of the guys. How's that sound?”
“Good, I guess.” She concedes, closing her eyes a little. Everything is warm (too warm, maybe), and she feels as if she should be giving off steam in the cold air. The only reason she isn't pulling away from Chizuru is because it's warm, she affirms to herself; it's too warm to move away, and that's all.
(That isn't all, though; it really is nice to see him again, surprisingly so, and she hadn't realized how much she missed his stupid grin until it was beside her once more. It feels nice to be held, too, and she takes it all in – the warmth, the winter air, the sun in the sky, and the smell of him – and holds onto it as tightly as she can manage.)
She keeps at his side a touch longer once they crest the hill to her house, squeezing her nails into her palms and wondering when she'd see him again (when she'd see all of them again, really) and jumping a little when Chizuru leans down to whisper in her ear, breath warm and teasing against her lobe.
“If you ever get lonely, just think of me and I'll be there, all right? Then you won't look like such a sad little sheep when you're out buying things for yourself.”
Masaki steps away, an angry retort on her lips that melts away when he grins at her a final time and waves good bye, stepping backwards down the hill and turning on his heel once he's starting to go down and running the rest of the way. Her heart clenches in a terrible way, and her throat feels tight and dry as he slowly disappears from her line of sight. She's not sure why it happens, although the best guess rests in her mind like a sleeping lion, prominent but not pushing the issue, and she keeps her eyes to the ground the rest of the way home, counting the cracks in the sidewalk to distract her muddled mind.