thestoryweaver: baccano: rachel (Default)
[personal profile] thestoryweaver
Title: They Don't Need Words
Rating: PG-13
Fandom: Weiß Kreuz [Koyasu Takehito & Project WeiB and Tsuchiya Kyoko]
Pairing: Naoe Nagi x Tomoe Sakura

After the bell had rung, they hurried out of their own school gates and wait for each other in their usual place.

The girl was late, making the boy angry. Trying to catch her breath, she ruefully smiled at him. He nodded curtly in greeting, and she was left standing, waiting for a response from him. After a few seconds, he motioned for her to sit beside him. She smiled, knowing that she is forgiven.

They watch the people around them. She blushed at the admiring look someone gave her. He saw her growing red and he glared at her. Her only reply was to sigh and look away.

A hand touches hers, and she looked at him inquisitively. His eyes were filled with guilt, asking her to forgive him of his previous attitude. She answered by squeezing his hand gently.

They sat quietly, unmindful of other things.

"Don't think that you're going to be rescued!"

"Why not? I know he'll come for me! And then, they're going to destroy you, and---"

"I won't allow that! I'll going to kill you first!"

He shivered at this particular memory. Why had it resurfaced? He had buried it in the deep recesses of his memory. He never wanted to remember that night again. If he had killed her...

She sensed his distress and squeezed his hand comfortingly.

He was grateful that she understood.

"W-why did you take me here?"

"I just took you out here for fresh air! Is there a problem?"

"'s just that...I'm afraid of heights---hey! I might slip!"

"You and your phobia are so pathetic!"

"It's normal to have something to be afraid of!"

"But you have lots of things that you're afraid of!"

"Why you---"

"Learn to live a little."

She giggled softly to herself, remembering that particular incident that made her look foolish in front of him.

The scene of the city swam under her, and she felt her legs turn to jelly at the thought of falling down. But her hand was securely in his. Even though she was afraid, he was with her.

He glanced at her curiously. Seeing her smile, he smiled too.

"You know what? I never thought that we'd end up as friends."

"Don't be silly. I only talk to you because I have no one else to talk to."

Who thought that they will be friends? They squabbled at first sight. Each one refused to back down from their verbal arguments, and their brains worked twice to come up with snappy comments to shut the other up. If another person was in his place, he could have strangled her neck in irritation.

She was not like the other girls he had known.

True, she looked ordinary. Her features were typical. But when they first met, there was something in her eyes that told him she was different.

He thought she was a bane in his life. But he was mistaken.

And he thanked the heavens for proving him wrong.

She was the best thing that happened to him.

She was his laughter; she was his light.

She was his heart; she was his soul.

"They're here."


"But...I don't want to leave you."

"I know."

She once again felt that sadness from long ago.

He was silent as they stood beside each other, yet his hand was holding hers. She looked at him with terrified eyes; she couldn't bear to leave him. And she knew he felt the same way. They never dreamt that the day they would part would come.

Yet, Fate works in mysterious ways. It had brought them together.

Because right beside each other was were they truly belonged.

The sun had long set, and in its place in the sky was the moon. The stars twinkled softly as they watched the two who were still holding hands, never wanting to let go of the other.

But they had to say goodbye.

She sighed, looking at him regretfully. She wished with all her heart that time would stop. Once again, she would be alone, and she would miss him. She still held his hand, afraid that if she would let go, he would disappear. A stray tear slid down from her cheek.

He was her soulmate. He was her strength. He was her courage.

He taught her how to live.

He drew her close to him, feeling her heart beat in cadence with his. He felt her grief at the thought of them parting, for he also wanted to stay with her. The only consolation he could offer was a gentle kiss. But still, it wasn't enough.

She was his salvation. She was his happiness. She was his hope.

She taught him how to love.

And they don't need words to say that.

They both understood.


thestoryweaver: baccano: rachel (Default)
Kaoru, the Story Weaver

March 2014


Most Popular Tags

Style Credit

Expand Cut Tags

No cut tags
Page generated Sep. 23rd, 2017 05:50 am
Powered by Dreamwidth Studios