Fanfiction - Mysteries (drabble set)
Title: Mysteries (drabble set)
Author: Ritsu (crazy_otaku911)
Pairing: Secret. o:
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Kis-my-ft's emotions, each remaining a nameless confession of 100 words
Disclaimer: This work is purely fiction.
Warnings: Mysteries.
A/N: Beta'd by dritree <3
100 word drabbles are really hard to write. X_x
And I've gotten into this strange habit of writing nameless fiction. Take a guess at who's who~
Almost:
What good was it saying that we were almost there? Almost famous. Almost made it. Almost. Almost. Almost.
But never quite there.
I lead them, time and time again, watching over them. Growing up, struggling, fighting to get what we wanted. I saw them shine. I saw them come close to breaking. I saw their determination, their willingness to keep trying, because we were almost there.
We'd come so close to breaking. But we kept on going.
Almost in the spotlight.
Almost the ones.
Almost the winners.
But never quite there.
Sometimes I wonder if we'll ever get there.
Almost.
Before:
Before it, I was just there. Then it happened. Then I had the spotlight. It felt great. Well, for a while.
Then it was bad.
I don't know how it happened. I stopped feeling like I was 'one of us'. It was me and them. Not one group.
I felt alone, hurt. It was awful. A problem that had never occurred to me. What to do?
All it took was a few tears, a hug, a smile. Then it was okay again. We were okay.
I don't know what had happened before. But I'm okay being what we are now.
Care:
Sometimes people see how I act and think I don't care. But I'm not nearly as mean as I seem, truthfully! Words just come to me naturally and I can't help but say them.
When he cried, I just felt like dirt. I didn't know how to apologize for it, because it really had been nasty. But he was already gone.
There was a horrible rift. It drove me insane until I finally cornered him, saying how sorry I was. For everything.
He looked at me, so surprised.
But underneath it all, I still care about them. All of them.
Love:
I hated how defined the word love had become. I loved them all, what was wrong with that?
That's just how I was. I loved easily, loved loyally.
Of course, each love was different, but it was love. No matter what they did, I'd still love them. Sometimes it hurt, but I never regretted it.
But I didn't know he loved me.
When he finally blurted it out, I was confused. Of course, I loved him. His sad eyes confused me.
Then it dawned on me.
Smiling, I said it again, wanting him to understand. I loved him the most.
Hate:
Sometimes I hated my reputation. I didn't know why it stuck, but I wasn't a baby anymore. When the teasing kept coming, I got cranky, irritated. I wasn't a kid, I didn't want to be treated like one.
I hate you.
I never understood how powerful those words are until I saw him jerk back, like he'd been burned. At that moment, I just felt victory, thinking it might change things.
After that, I felt bad. I hated myself for hurting him.
Though I've mended it, I now understand. There's an almost equal power to love.
It's hate.
And it's destructive.
Odd:
I was always the odd one. Never the pretty, sexy one. Just odd. There were times I wondered if I was really necessary and worried that someone would get smart and replace me.
I couldn't change how odd I was. Right?
It gnawed at me for weeks, brooding slightly.
I got jumpy whenever they watched me. I didn't know how to tell them.
Finally, I confessed how I felt. All I got was blank confused stares.
They helped me see how much they needed me.
I wasn't just odd. Or rather, my oddity was what made me fit in perfectly.
Trust:
Trust is a funny thing. I'm a very easy going person but I don't trust easily. I may like a person, but not trust them.
Working together, you either get close very quickly, or you hate each other.
If you're special like us, you do both.
We're not perfect, we have our bad moment. We fight, we scream, we say things we regret later. Even I do this. Sometimes I'm the worst.
But every time I fall, there's someone reaching out to catch me. It doesn't matter if it's a good moment or bad.
That's trust.
And I trust them.
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A/N: There are definitely more then one person that fits a single drabble, but I wrote each one with a single person in mind. Take a guess. Oh, and for the few that made references to relationships...ah, yes, there is a specific other person in there too.
If you comment with any guesses, I'll give you the answers in a screened comment. :3
Author: Ritsu (crazy_otaku911)
Pairing: Secret. o:
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Kis-my-ft's emotions, each remaining a nameless confession of 100 words
Disclaimer: This work is purely fiction.
Warnings: Mysteries.
A/N: Beta'd by dritree <3
100 word drabbles are really hard to write. X_x
And I've gotten into this strange habit of writing nameless fiction. Take a guess at who's who~
Almost:
What good was it saying that we were almost there? Almost famous. Almost made it. Almost. Almost. Almost.
But never quite there.
I lead them, time and time again, watching over them. Growing up, struggling, fighting to get what we wanted. I saw them shine. I saw them come close to breaking. I saw their determination, their willingness to keep trying, because we were almost there.
We'd come so close to breaking. But we kept on going.
Almost in the spotlight.
Almost the ones.
Almost the winners.
But never quite there.
Sometimes I wonder if we'll ever get there.
Almost.
Before:
Before it, I was just there. Then it happened. Then I had the spotlight. It felt great. Well, for a while.
Then it was bad.
I don't know how it happened. I stopped feeling like I was 'one of us'. It was me and them. Not one group.
I felt alone, hurt. It was awful. A problem that had never occurred to me. What to do?
All it took was a few tears, a hug, a smile. Then it was okay again. We were okay.
I don't know what had happened before. But I'm okay being what we are now.
Care:
Sometimes people see how I act and think I don't care. But I'm not nearly as mean as I seem, truthfully! Words just come to me naturally and I can't help but say them.
When he cried, I just felt like dirt. I didn't know how to apologize for it, because it really had been nasty. But he was already gone.
There was a horrible rift. It drove me insane until I finally cornered him, saying how sorry I was. For everything.
He looked at me, so surprised.
But underneath it all, I still care about them. All of them.
Love:
I hated how defined the word love had become. I loved them all, what was wrong with that?
That's just how I was. I loved easily, loved loyally.
Of course, each love was different, but it was love. No matter what they did, I'd still love them. Sometimes it hurt, but I never regretted it.
But I didn't know he loved me.
When he finally blurted it out, I was confused. Of course, I loved him. His sad eyes confused me.
Then it dawned on me.
Smiling, I said it again, wanting him to understand. I loved him the most.
Hate:
Sometimes I hated my reputation. I didn't know why it stuck, but I wasn't a baby anymore. When the teasing kept coming, I got cranky, irritated. I wasn't a kid, I didn't want to be treated like one.
I hate you.
I never understood how powerful those words are until I saw him jerk back, like he'd been burned. At that moment, I just felt victory, thinking it might change things.
After that, I felt bad. I hated myself for hurting him.
Though I've mended it, I now understand. There's an almost equal power to love.
It's hate.
And it's destructive.
Odd:
I was always the odd one. Never the pretty, sexy one. Just odd. There were times I wondered if I was really necessary and worried that someone would get smart and replace me.
I couldn't change how odd I was. Right?
It gnawed at me for weeks, brooding slightly.
I got jumpy whenever they watched me. I didn't know how to tell them.
Finally, I confessed how I felt. All I got was blank confused stares.
They helped me see how much they needed me.
I wasn't just odd. Or rather, my oddity was what made me fit in perfectly.
Trust:
Trust is a funny thing. I'm a very easy going person but I don't trust easily. I may like a person, but not trust them.
Working together, you either get close very quickly, or you hate each other.
If you're special like us, you do both.
We're not perfect, we have our bad moment. We fight, we scream, we say things we regret later. Even I do this. Sometimes I'm the worst.
But every time I fall, there's someone reaching out to catch me. It doesn't matter if it's a good moment or bad.
That's trust.
And I trust them.
__________________________
A/N: There are definitely more then one person that fits a single drabble, but I wrote each one with a single person in mind. Take a guess. Oh, and for the few that made references to relationships...ah, yes, there is a specific other person in there too.
If you comment with any guesses, I'll give you the answers in a screened comment. :3