[FIC, CLAIM] A Promise Kept (s-CRY-ed, RyuMim, #17)
Title: A Promise Kept
Author: misteline
Rating/Warnings: K/none
Pairing: Ryuho x Mimori Kiryu
Fandom: s-CRY-ed
Theme: #17 kHz (kilohertz) for 30_kisses
Disclaimer: I don't own s-CRY-ed or any of its characters.
Summary: He fights flawlessly.
Author's Notes: Long time, no write. Yes, I know.
The speed of their movement was incredible. Mimori's chocolate brown eyes could barely follow their high-paced movements as they crashed together like clashing radio waves. Louder and louder. Higher and higher. Faster and faster.
Concern for both participants was written all over her face, but it was quite evident to the young girl standing beside her who the ex-Kiryu heiress was truly fretting for. Kanami watched (and sensed) Mimori's emotions scatter, come together, and disseminate once again. What should she feel? What was she feeling? Why should she feel it?
Of course, Mimori was scared for Ryuho's sake, but at the same time she was overcome with an overwhelming sense of belief. Belief in Ryuho, as well as a belief in Kazuma. She was lost in it. She needed it.
Ryuho had not told her he would ever return to her, but Mimori desperately clung to hope. As she clutched her pendant in her hands, it shined like expensive marble.
She squeezed too hard, without realizing. Blood dribbled silently down her hand. She did not notice. Her eyes are trained on the battle before her and the man fighting daringly with both his and her respective futures resting on taunt shoulders.
Ryuho was, undoubtedly, the man who promised her, without any words at all, that he would return to her.
~FIN
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Author: misteline
Rating/Warnings: K/none
Pairing: Ryuho x Mimori Kiryu
Fandom: s-CRY-ed
Theme: #17 kHz (kilohertz) for 30_kisses
Disclaimer: I don't own s-CRY-ed or any of its characters.
Summary: He fights flawlessly.
Author's Notes: Long time, no write. Yes, I know.
The speed of their movement was incredible. Mimori's chocolate brown eyes could barely follow their high-paced movements as they crashed together like clashing radio waves. Louder and louder. Higher and higher. Faster and faster.
Concern for both participants was written all over her face, but it was quite evident to the young girl standing beside her who the ex-Kiryu heiress was truly fretting for. Kanami watched (and sensed) Mimori's emotions scatter, come together, and disseminate once again. What should she feel? What was she feeling? Why should she feel it?
Of course, Mimori was scared for Ryuho's sake, but at the same time she was overcome with an overwhelming sense of belief. Belief in Ryuho, as well as a belief in Kazuma. She was lost in it. She needed it.
Ryuho had not told her he would ever return to her, but Mimori desperately clung to hope. As she clutched her pendant in her hands, it shined like expensive marble.
She squeezed too hard, without realizing. Blood dribbled silently down her hand. She did not notice. Her eyes are trained on the battle before her and the man fighting daringly with both his and her respective futures resting on taunt shoulders.
Ryuho was, undoubtedly, the man who promised her, without any words at all, that he would return to her.
~FIN
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