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Tsubasa: RESERVoir CHRoNiCLE Themed Story
Chapter 4: D is for Dance
(by Jenx, added on 2006-03-23 15:30:58 AEST) [Discussion Topic]

It wasn’t a dance. That would imply enjoyment, and Fai was fairly sure neither of them was enjoying this. It was, perhaps, one of those dances they make you go through in middle school, where you’re still young and awkward and don’t really want anything to do with the person you’re supposed to waltz with, but the teachers are watching you with looks that could kill. The only difference was that the evil eyes weren’t compelling you to dance. You weren’t entirely sure what was compelling you, with such space between you.
Kurogane always had his princess. She wasn’t there, but it was an unspoken understanding that when he reached home, he would stay, and they would not.

A crack.

Ashura was in ice. He would wake up. He would kill. Fai would still love him. Kurogane knew too, because sometimes what you said was meaningless next to what you didn’t say.

A crevice.

Kurogane didn’t feel. It didn’t strike him as practical, especially in such dangerous times. He acted perhaps, but angry is a narrow repertoire, and it was all hollow.

A rift.

Fai didn’t act. He was too frozen to. Ceres is a cold world, after all. It takes time to thaw. He could only wait, feel, and think. Too much time to think.

A chasm.

Trust. Desired by every man, given by precious few. Elusive.

A gaping abyss.

They danced on the rim, closer to the edge here, further away here, sidestep regret, trip on sentiment. Occasionally, one would slip. They would cling to the edge until their knuckles were white. They would fight their way back to safe ground and turn their backs on each other for a time. One two, one two, in time to the music now, one two, tease chase, one two, question silence, one two, anger fear.

It couldn’t be called familiarity, because that was farthest from the truth. There were more secrets now than there were before, probably. It wasn’t knowing. Simply understanding.

A bridge.


This was actually written about a month ago, but I hadn't posted it anywhere and I like it. So there.
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