Memory
Tears fall like the many drops of rain.
But it's alright, because no one notices.
The salty tears mingle with the freezing precipitation, numbing his body of feeling as he stood with his face upturned, the drops stinging his face. That's alright, he doesn't want to feel anymore. He never wanted to feel anyway.
What good ever came out of it?
The usually cold metal is freezing against his skin, and he drops them onto the ground without a second thought. He didn't care anymore. What use were they, those weapons? They had not been able to save him. A failure. He did not tolerate those.
What was with this pain?
Eyes closed as he is thoroughly drenched, the hot tears squeeze their way out uncontrollably, even as his face remains impassive, not betraying any of the inner turmoil or the hard knot in his throat that just won't go away. He swallows, but that only lodges it harder.
Why does he feel like this?
A face appears in his mind's eye. A snapshot of the single moment before the casket was closed on the body, lying pale and still. The clothes were neat, hair skillfully arranged and shiny despite the long immersion, the face smooth and peaceful. His chest aches, even though he hasn't seen the man in years. Only in his dreams.
When did he start feeling like this?
He reaches out with one pale, cold hand, reaching out to the figure he can see. In his mind's eye he sees the face smile familiarly, alive with life, as he remembers so well. He doesn't know how, but he remembers.
Where are you?
Where have you gone?
He takes a step forward blindly, and almost slips in the slick mud the rain has created. His eyes fly open as he catches his balance instinctively and the beautiful, still face is gone.
He closes his eyes again desperately, but the image does not return.
It has faded forever.
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The idea is that Hibari and Mukuro have only ever met in their dreams but they still love each other. ... No direct names or features were mentioned though. :| I made it really really ambiguous - is the characterisation even right? D: Also, the reason Mukuro is dead, the idea has been long long brewing from one of ligust_dactna 's fics, but I could never figure out how to write it.
I also tried to write a piece before where they met in their dreams. Sadly it was an unmitigated failure, but I hope this conveys more the sort of feelings I wanted in the other.
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Yes, I am incapable of writing anything remotely 'happy'. -_-
I did write an ambiguous piece of pure smut though if you wanted it, haha.
Posted for the gaps where I didn't post any fics. Seems like I'm trying to make up for my laxness. m-_-m'
But it's alright, because no one notices.
The salty tears mingle with the freezing precipitation, numbing his body of feeling as he stood with his face upturned, the drops stinging his face. That's alright, he doesn't want to feel anymore. He never wanted to feel anyway.
What good ever came out of it?
The usually cold metal is freezing against his skin, and he drops them onto the ground without a second thought. He didn't care anymore. What use were they, those weapons? They had not been able to save him. A failure. He did not tolerate those.
What was with this pain?
Eyes closed as he is thoroughly drenched, the hot tears squeeze their way out uncontrollably, even as his face remains impassive, not betraying any of the inner turmoil or the hard knot in his throat that just won't go away. He swallows, but that only lodges it harder.
Why does he feel like this?
A face appears in his mind's eye. A snapshot of the single moment before the casket was closed on the body, lying pale and still. The clothes were neat, hair skillfully arranged and shiny despite the long immersion, the face smooth and peaceful. His chest aches, even though he hasn't seen the man in years. Only in his dreams.
When did he start feeling like this?
He reaches out with one pale, cold hand, reaching out to the figure he can see. In his mind's eye he sees the face smile familiarly, alive with life, as he remembers so well. He doesn't know how, but he remembers.
Where are you?
Where have you gone?
He takes a step forward blindly, and almost slips in the slick mud the rain has created. His eyes fly open as he catches his balance instinctively and the beautiful, still face is gone.
He closes his eyes again desperately, but the image does not return.
It has faded forever.
_____________________________________________________________________
The idea is that Hibari and Mukuro have only ever met in their dreams but they still love each other. ... No direct names or features were mentioned though. :| I made it really really ambiguous - is the characterisation even right? D: Also, the reason Mukuro is dead, the idea has been long long brewing from one of ligust_dactna 's fics, but I could never figure out how to write it.
I also tried to write a piece before where they met in their dreams. Sadly it was an unmitigated failure, but I hope this conveys more the sort of feelings I wanted in the other.
_____________________________________________________________________________
Yes, I am incapable of writing anything remotely 'happy'. -_-
I did write an ambiguous piece of pure smut though if you wanted it, haha.
Posted for the gaps where I didn't post any fics. Seems like I'm trying to make up for my laxness. m-_-m'