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Mar. 31st, 2010 01:07 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kat8cha"Two lovers destined solely for each other are already dead: they die of ennui, of the slow agony of a love that feeds on itself." - Simone de Beauvoir (via Lin's AIM status)
Each beat of Shouichi's heart drew him closer to death. There was a joke, or not really a joke, but a comment that they used to make when Shouichi was in middle school, a phrase that was bandied about between his friends. Not the nerdy ones that liked science but the artsy ones that liked music. Half the time Shouichi could not keep up with their conversations, so full of odd quotes and American slang and references to movies and music and famous artists. One day after lunch they were all sitting on the roof top staring at the sky instead of eating lunch like they were supposed to. It was after Shouichi's time travel trips, after his memory erasure, after the strange threatening notes from the future, and unknown to him after the Vongola had killed Byakuran and destroyed that future forever, Shouichi had already begun to draw away from his music loving friends to spend more time in the classroom.
He had always been intimidated by the musicians anyway.
"You know." The upperclassmen with calluses from guitar riffs and empty holes in his ears during school hours turned his head away from the sky to look at those around him. "They say that as soon as you're born you begin to die."
It was true. There's really no way around it. Once you are born you are destined to die.
No one lives forever.
Ever since that day the fear of death lurked in the shadows of Shouichi's mind. He could never tell you why, never tell you what this looming specter was about. Someone who was omniscient might know, might tie it with the tendrils of a long forgotten universe, one being overwritten constantly as the decisions of the past affected the possibilities of the future. But some things will always be constant, some things cannot change.
Romeo and Juliet did not have access to a ten year bazooka… but even if they had…
Shouichi's books fall onto the cobblestones of his American engineering school, his shoes slipping on the sidewalk. The person who knocked into him ducks his head and apologizes before hurrying off. Shouichi shakes his head with a small smile, because even when it is mutual clumsiness instead of bullying Shouichi still ends up on his knees with no one around to help him. Shouichi slips most of his books into his binder is picked up by someone else and disappears from Shouichi's vision.
Shouichi looks up instead of down and meets a surprised pair of blue-violet-grey eyes over the rim of dark sunglasses.
"Hi."
Shouichi's heart skips a beat, and palsy sets in; an early warning sign of a fatal illness.
Love.
Each beat of Shouichi's heart drew him closer to death. There was a joke, or not really a joke, but a comment that they used to make when Shouichi was in middle school, a phrase that was bandied about between his friends. Not the nerdy ones that liked science but the artsy ones that liked music. Half the time Shouichi could not keep up with their conversations, so full of odd quotes and American slang and references to movies and music and famous artists. One day after lunch they were all sitting on the roof top staring at the sky instead of eating lunch like they were supposed to. It was after Shouichi's time travel trips, after his memory erasure, after the strange threatening notes from the future, and unknown to him after the Vongola had killed Byakuran and destroyed that future forever, Shouichi had already begun to draw away from his music loving friends to spend more time in the classroom.
He had always been intimidated by the musicians anyway.
"You know." The upperclassmen with calluses from guitar riffs and empty holes in his ears during school hours turned his head away from the sky to look at those around him. "They say that as soon as you're born you begin to die."
It was true. There's really no way around it. Once you are born you are destined to die.
No one lives forever.
Ever since that day the fear of death lurked in the shadows of Shouichi's mind. He could never tell you why, never tell you what this looming specter was about. Someone who was omniscient might know, might tie it with the tendrils of a long forgotten universe, one being overwritten constantly as the decisions of the past affected the possibilities of the future. But some things will always be constant, some things cannot change.
Romeo and Juliet did not have access to a ten year bazooka… but even if they had…
Shouichi's books fall onto the cobblestones of his American engineering school, his shoes slipping on the sidewalk. The person who knocked into him ducks his head and apologizes before hurrying off. Shouichi shakes his head with a small smile, because even when it is mutual clumsiness instead of bullying Shouichi still ends up on his knees with no one around to help him. Shouichi slips most of his books into his binder is picked up by someone else and disappears from Shouichi's vision.
Shouichi looks up instead of down and meets a surprised pair of blue-violet-grey eyes over the rim of dark sunglasses.
"Hi."
Shouichi's heart skips a beat, and palsy sets in; an early warning sign of a fatal illness.
Love.
