Yamibou fic : UNTITLED

Disclaim: Yami to boushi to hon no tabibito does not belong to
me. It belongs to Avex, Roots, and whoever else was involved
in the making of Yami to boushi to hon no tabibito.
Warning: Shoujo ai... Self explainatory for you homophobic
people out there. I have warned you so do not read this if you
know it isn't for you.
Couple: Hatsuki/Hatsumi
Genre: ANGST
Rating: um... PG 13? Eto... I don't know. ^_^;;
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Untitled...Because I can't think of one at the moment.
By : Sujin aka Shinnoir002




It's so silent here. If I close my eyes, I could swear
I could hear her laughter roaming the stair way and leading
up to her room. However, she isn't here anymore. No one
is here. No preverted parakeet screeching in Kansai. No
weird girl with a gaint black hat. No Hatsumi to comfort me
in that tender light of hers. It's just the rain pattering outside,
this dark and lonely home, and me.

It's strange. I thought it would be easier living without
Hatsumi's presense. However, it is harder than words
could express. I feel so empty inside. It's like a hand just
wrenched my heart out leaving me numb and souless. I
wouldn't be surprised if the darkness around me swallowed
me whole. This dark atmosphere of rain and lightining
makes me feel this way. I'm sure it wouldn't be impossible.
Afterall, I've been through searching for her, never knowing
when I'd see her. Why couldn't the darkness swallow me
into a hellish abyss? I'm already in a world far worse than
Hell. A world without Hatsumi is useless and a worst
nightmare to bare.

Hatsumi... It's painful living without you. I close my eyes
sometimes hoping this is a dream. I close my eyes so
tightly; wishing that everything was a figment of my mind. I
close my eyes believing that once I opened them--
I would see you smiling at me. I open my eyes, and you
are not there. All I see is a dark void surrounding me. No
matter where I run. No matter how far my feet carry me, you
are not there. All I have left of you are bits and tiny
reminders: Video tapes, pictures, your comb, and your
room. It's all I have left if anything.

You said if I waited long enough... I would see you again.
I would gladly await your return if it were only so. Worse was
the fact, you said you would be my child. If you were to
become my child, what a painful bliss it would be. To know
that the one I love is so close, but so far. To love you the way
I do could not be permitted. You would be my child whom I
would cherish and love forever; having you by my side
always. At least, until your 16th birthday. Oh God, does Fate
hate me. To give me such a beautiful thing and in such a
cursed way that brings tears to my eyes.

However, if Hatsumi does become my child. I might go
insane. I might die of pure insanity. All I want to do is
embrace and press her tight against my body; giving her light
kisses across her face. Yet, this can not happen if she were
my child. I could never express the true feelings that hide
within my heart. Oh the irony of it. Perhaps it is better to die
now and leave this pain to rest than to go on knowing such a
curse is fated within my hands. To wait for such a cursed
happiness to come breaks what little heart I have left to bits.
The Gods must truly enjoy playing with the hearts of humans.
They must be laughing to their content this very second,
knowing that they had broken another human. CURSE YOU
ALL! Laugh all you will. It doesn't matter. Nothing matters.
Damn Fate. Damn the worlds that tear Hatsumi and I apart.
Curse it all to the blackest of Hells!Curse it...

I never knew love could be so painful. It almost makes
Death a Saint. A saint that could end this pain. I wonder if
death is my way out of pain? Hatsumi...I want to see you! I
want to see you!! Can you hear me shout? Can you hear my
pleas? Can't you come home? I don't care if you are called
Eve! Hell, I could care less if you were called Jiru, Rarau, God,
the Virgin Mary, or Mother Teresa! To me you are Hatsumi.
The girl I knew since I was a little girl. The girl who has was
smiled at me in my darkest hours. The one who embraced
me or gave my hand soft caresses of comfort. The girl who
washed my tears away. The girl who gave me a reason to
live. A girl who said she loved me... Hatsumi, please, if you
can hear me...Please come home... COME HOME! It hurts
more and more as I live day to day without you.

...And when you come home, my curse awaits me. You will
be my child. I will be your... your mother. Mother? It is such a
odd thing to roll off my tongue. I wonder if Fate loves hurting
us, Hatsumi. I wonder how long it will be before you come. I
wonder if I'll be broken by the time you come? It hurts... I don't
want a child. I want to see the woman I love come home. I
want to hold you, Hatsumi. I want to hold you in my embrace so
badly I could cry. Why is Fate so utterly cruel? Why? Tell me...
Why? It hurts to the point I could die... Hatsumi, will you forgive
me if I can't stay long enough for you to come? Will you?
Hatsumi?


The End?

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Author's notes:
Well... I'm done. I wrote this to vent off steam since I was
already in a bad mood when I saw eps. 12. I thought those
two were a cute couple, but apparently Hatsumi decided to
go to her own world. No telling when she'll be returning to
Hatsuki. My mind was set on the thought of-- How would I
react if I were in Hatsuki's place, living alone by myself in
her own world in Japan? Thus, my horrid rough draft
began.
Anyways, I wrote this with a 'go with the flow' train of thought.
I could care less about the grammar and besides I'm are
allowed to make mistakes on rough drafts. : P Bleh... I realize
this rough draft is horrible. In the words of my friend, I call this
fic "craptastic". Well, I'm off. Have flames, criticism, and
strangely comments? Send them to me through
Kawaiiano@j....
See ya