"Talk to her" Hanajima/Tohru, Fruits Basket, Theme 4
Title: Talk to Her
Author/Artist: Lissiel
Pairing: Hanajima/Tohru
Fandom: Fruits Basket
Theme: #4 Our Distance and That Person
Disclaimer: I'm not Natsuki Takaya, I'm just playing in her sandbox.
Notes: 700b words! Whoo! And.... and.... sort of kind of plot! Somehow, having stuff happen in stories is harder than it sounds for me... Also, if you liked anything in particular or anything came out weird please tell me... I wasn't able to find a beta for this one, so...
I stand in the doorway, watching Saki without speaking, for a long time. She's sitting at her dressing table, her dark hair frizzing up, curling in protectively around her face, as the light from outside the window slowly dies. I know she can see me in the mirror. She says nothing. For long moments, we just watch each other- me, little and dark in the doorway and her, wrapped in a nightgown of black lace like a medieval lady and trying to tame wave-wild hair with a silver brush.
It's stiflingly warm in her room, and the slight crackling of energy in the air makes me fidgety. Saki doesn't seem to mind, just pushes her hair back over her shoulders and starts brushing a different section. The dempa-waves rolling off of her carry her scent, warm and sweet, throughout the room and I breathe it in, like drowning. I have to look away from her, scan her desk with its pretty glass jars and carved wooden boxes. There’s a pretty girl in a photograph tucked into the frame of Saki's mirror who smiles up at me, obliviously. I think, 'I could burn it to cinders with a gesture.'
"Megumi?" Her soft low voice pierces the tense quiet of the room, and although I know it was meant merely as inquiry- not invitation- I cross into her space anyway. Padding up behind her, I meet her eyes only in the mirror, but tangle my fingers into the very ends of her hair, lightly, behind her back, where I know she will neither see nor feel it.
"Your hair..." I begin, haltingly. " The dempa-waves do that to it. You can't control them?" She blushes, high on her cheekbones, and it's painfully obvious against the white of her skin. I want suddenly to press my thumb against that pale stain and wipe it away.
I don't move.
"Ah... I've been... a little stressed lately, and my control isn't perfect yet anyway, so..." She looks down, away from me, fiddling with the brush in her lap. The clumsily suppressed energy is rippling around her in waves though, and that tells me more than her most honest words would have anyway. She's pulling her hair over her shoulder again, worrying it into and out of little braids, and I let the lock of hair fall from my fingers. They tingle where they touched the silk of her hair, and I clasp them firmly behind my back. I look at where it fell though and, frowning a little, move around her so she has to face me. Stressed, huh? I hate playing word games and won't play them with her now. Leaning over to look her in the eyes, I whisper, "When are you going to tell her?"
She winces like I'd hit her. "I... Megumi, it's... it's not like that, she just..." Her eyes move towards the little portrait; it smiles up at her sweetly. "She's given me so much already- I don't... I don't deserve that, it's too much to ask.' She dips her head, her hair falls down like a veil, obscuring her face, and I can't resist a little sigh of exasperation.
I walk away from her a little bit, and pluck the photograph out of its place. "Saki... you're really dumb sometimes, you know? She looks up, surprised, I can see it out of the corner of my eye. But for now, I only play with the little photo in my hands, rather than meet her gaze. I still have things I need to say. "Have you asked her? I think she might disagree with you about what you deserve." I turn, hold out the picture to her with fingers that itch to incinerate it. "I do."
She looks at me then, really looks at me, finally, with large dark eyes where tears gather that refuse to fall. "Megumi..."and my name is a warm breath on her lips, pressed up moist against my forehead. "Megumi.... thank you." Her fingers brush against mine softly as the reach out to accept what I offer. I want for my Saki-nee to forgive herself. I want her to be happy. I want.
"I'll talk to her."
Author/Artist: Lissiel
Pairing: Hanajima/Tohru
Fandom: Fruits Basket
Theme: #4 Our Distance and That Person
Disclaimer: I'm not Natsuki Takaya, I'm just playing in her sandbox.
Notes: 700b words! Whoo! And.... and.... sort of kind of plot! Somehow, having stuff happen in stories is harder than it sounds for me... Also, if you liked anything in particular or anything came out weird please tell me... I wasn't able to find a beta for this one, so...
I stand in the doorway, watching Saki without speaking, for a long time. She's sitting at her dressing table, her dark hair frizzing up, curling in protectively around her face, as the light from outside the window slowly dies. I know she can see me in the mirror. She says nothing. For long moments, we just watch each other- me, little and dark in the doorway and her, wrapped in a nightgown of black lace like a medieval lady and trying to tame wave-wild hair with a silver brush.
It's stiflingly warm in her room, and the slight crackling of energy in the air makes me fidgety. Saki doesn't seem to mind, just pushes her hair back over her shoulders and starts brushing a different section. The dempa-waves rolling off of her carry her scent, warm and sweet, throughout the room and I breathe it in, like drowning. I have to look away from her, scan her desk with its pretty glass jars and carved wooden boxes. There’s a pretty girl in a photograph tucked into the frame of Saki's mirror who smiles up at me, obliviously. I think, 'I could burn it to cinders with a gesture.'
"Megumi?" Her soft low voice pierces the tense quiet of the room, and although I know it was meant merely as inquiry- not invitation- I cross into her space anyway. Padding up behind her, I meet her eyes only in the mirror, but tangle my fingers into the very ends of her hair, lightly, behind her back, where I know she will neither see nor feel it.
"Your hair..." I begin, haltingly. " The dempa-waves do that to it. You can't control them?" She blushes, high on her cheekbones, and it's painfully obvious against the white of her skin. I want suddenly to press my thumb against that pale stain and wipe it away.
I don't move.
"Ah... I've been... a little stressed lately, and my control isn't perfect yet anyway, so..." She looks down, away from me, fiddling with the brush in her lap. The clumsily suppressed energy is rippling around her in waves though, and that tells me more than her most honest words would have anyway. She's pulling her hair over her shoulder again, worrying it into and out of little braids, and I let the lock of hair fall from my fingers. They tingle where they touched the silk of her hair, and I clasp them firmly behind my back. I look at where it fell though and, frowning a little, move around her so she has to face me. Stressed, huh? I hate playing word games and won't play them with her now. Leaning over to look her in the eyes, I whisper, "When are you going to tell her?"
She winces like I'd hit her. "I... Megumi, it's... it's not like that, she just..." Her eyes move towards the little portrait; it smiles up at her sweetly. "She's given me so much already- I don't... I don't deserve that, it's too much to ask.' She dips her head, her hair falls down like a veil, obscuring her face, and I can't resist a little sigh of exasperation.
I walk away from her a little bit, and pluck the photograph out of its place. "Saki... you're really dumb sometimes, you know? She looks up, surprised, I can see it out of the corner of my eye. But for now, I only play with the little photo in my hands, rather than meet her gaze. I still have things I need to say. "Have you asked her? I think she might disagree with you about what you deserve." I turn, hold out the picture to her with fingers that itch to incinerate it. "I do."
She looks at me then, really looks at me, finally, with large dark eyes where tears gather that refuse to fall. "Megumi..."and my name is a warm breath on her lips, pressed up moist against my forehead. "Megumi.... thank you." Her fingers brush against mine softly as the reach out to accept what I offer. I want for my Saki-nee to forgive herself. I want her to be happy. I want.
"I'll talk to her."