Because I'm tired and I'm sleepy, but I wanted to write at least a very short scene to tell myself I could still "somehow" write. And this scene popped into my head, it's the end scenario to a fic that would more or less just be a bit longer than the snippet if it was ever written. RuHana. unbetad. If i misspelled, I'm sorry? And if the description sucks, I only hope it's because Rukawa wasn't agreeing and not because of me. =P
"Hanamichi..."
He stopped to look back at me, face uncharacteristically void of all emotion that for a moment I felt a strange sensation of what could have been fear make its way known before I cautiously pushed it back. He shoved his hands into his pockets and I understood it for what it was, an almost unconscious act of defense to ward off something that displeased him. "It's getting late, Rukawa."
There. The flatness in tone that didn't belong with him and the empty look in mahogany eyes that were never anything less but expressive. I knew then, even as a smile forced its way to his lips and he turned his back to hide what he knew I could see, that the hate was fed by memories of a past I knew nothing about.
He walked away without waiting for me to follow, for he knew I'd seen the pain he was trying so desperately to hide.
And I knew, that it was a pain he would not share with me.
Did I mention how unbelievably short it was?
"Hanamichi..."
He stopped to look back at me, face uncharacteristically void of all emotion that for a moment I felt a strange sensation of what could have been fear make its way known before I cautiously pushed it back. He shoved his hands into his pockets and I understood it for what it was, an almost unconscious act of defense to ward off something that displeased him. "It's getting late, Rukawa."
There. The flatness in tone that didn't belong with him and the empty look in mahogany eyes that were never anything less but expressive. I knew then, even as a smile forced its way to his lips and he turned his back to hide what he knew I could see, that the hate was fed by memories of a past I knew nothing about.
He walked away without waiting for me to follow, for he knew I'd seen the pain he was trying so desperately to hide.
And I knew, that it was a pain he would not share with me.
Did I mention how unbelievably short it was?
WAI! She writes! It's interesting -- just the right length for a teaser. Keep going, I'm sure there's more where that came from.
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