Day Nine: More Maou
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ciirceeDay Nine! I am almost caught up?! \o/
This is more Maou-fic. If you haven't watched it, you guys, you seriously should. I will burn you dvds of it if you want. I really, really want to write things for this series that fit with it. I want to write good stuff for this series but it's really hard. I don't feel like I'm really getting it right. Also: Still waiting for the announcement for Maou 2. It's gonna happen, right? Maou 2: Somewhere over the Rainbow. R-right?
No Better
He catches her before she falls. He doesn't realize how hard his heart is racing until he manages to kneel on the floor, Shiori in his arms. It's the first time he's been able to feel his heart beating in years.
And his hands are shaking.
Shiori's hair is as warm as sunlight where it spills down over his arm and he thinks that it'd feel that soft as well. When he stands, lifting her, she's that light and his heart hammers against his chest with how very fitting that seems. Eleven years ago, Sakita Shiori was the only person who told the truth unflinchingly, the only ray of light in all the darkness of those days.
"I'm ho--Shiori-chan!"
He can't recall her roommate's name at the moment and he frowns. "She's exhausted herself," he says quietly. "I'm going to take her to the hospital." He politely deals with the roommate's fluttering concern and her worries about the stay. "I'll cover everything," he says gently. "It's my fault."
Which, he reflects, it pretty much is. He buckles Shiori's limp form into the passenger seat and snaps off the radio the moment the music starts. For some reason he doesn't want to hear 'Somewhere over the Rainbow' right now. Instead he puts through a call to the hospital, smoothing the way so that by the time they arrive Shiori already has a private room with a pretty view and a private physician on the way to check up on her.
All the nurses sigh as he carries her to wheelchair they've brought. They, too, are politely dealt with as he pushes the chair to the room. He looks out the window while the nurses change Shiori into a hospital gown and tuck her into the bed.
"Naruse-san," the last nurse says, interrupting his quietness. "For her charts—may I ask…?"
"She's been working very hard," he says calmly. "She's exhausted. It's my fault," he repeats. And it bothers him. Because it does feel like his fault, even though it is Serizawa's fault. It IS Serizawa's fault. If, eleven years ago, Serizawa had been punished for his crimes, if Serizawa had paid for Hideo's life, if Serizawa weren't out there now, making a mockery of justice, this would not have happened. He would not have been forced to enlist Shiori's help again. But he didn't and he is and he did have to.
He smiles at the nurse as she leaves. The moment she's gone, the smile drops.
In the bed, Shiori looks small and young. She is almost impossibly lovely, deceptively delicate looking. He sits down at her bedside without thinking, looking at her face. He's studied it in photographs, naturally, but somehow it's only now that he can really see the little girl he met in the rain.
You sheltered her, Manaka Tomoo whispers in the depths of him. You gave her an umbrella against the rain.
Naruse tilts his head, his hand reaching out over where her fingers are resting on top of the hospital blanket. He can feel the warmth of her.
Rain of truth, Tomoo says quietly, somewhere deep inside of his heart. You're the only one who can see the storm.
Suddenly it doesn't seem worth it. Shiori is entirely innocent and yet she's the one who's hurting. It's like Hideo being blamed for his death at Serizawa's hands. It's a travesty. It's wrong and he thinks that there might be another way. A better way. He can set this plan aside and make a new one. Somehow…maybe somehow he can tell her. About Hideo and himself and how his plan has gone wrong somehow even as he hasn't made a single misstep. She helped him once before when she didn't have to. She could help him again.
The phone rings. Not his, hers.
Serizawa.
Serizawa who wants to stop him, who wants to stop all of this, because he has surrounded himself with liars and secrets. Serizawa, whose friends and family are nothing but a collection of people out for their own ends, willing to sacrifice anybody to save themselves. Serizawa wants to save them.
They lived and they've lived cruel lives.
Hideo was good to the core and died.
Shiori is in this hospital bed because she is a good person.
Naruse hangs up and does not try to touch Shiori again. If he tries to throw away what he's done, then all he's done has been for nothing. If he throws it away just to save himself, he's no better than Serizawa ever was.
He won't let Shiori be hurt, no matter what it does to himself.
It's what he should have done for Hideo.
"I'm sorry," he says softly. "It won't be much longer."
The words taste like sorrow in his mouth.
...I think I'm just going to have to resign myself to being crap at Maou-fic. >.< I know what it is I want to get across. I know what it is that the last episode--and Naruse's explanations--made me feel and I want to explore why he said those things, felt those things...I'm just really not any GOOD at it. ;___; Oh, Maou. You keep making me cry.
This is more Maou-fic. If you haven't watched it, you guys, you seriously should. I will burn you dvds of it if you want. I really, really want to write things for this series that fit with it. I want to write good stuff for this series but it's really hard. I don't feel like I'm really getting it right. Also: Still waiting for the announcement for Maou 2. It's gonna happen, right? Maou 2: Somewhere over the Rainbow. R-right?
No Better
He catches her before she falls. He doesn't realize how hard his heart is racing until he manages to kneel on the floor, Shiori in his arms. It's the first time he's been able to feel his heart beating in years.
And his hands are shaking.
Shiori's hair is as warm as sunlight where it spills down over his arm and he thinks that it'd feel that soft as well. When he stands, lifting her, she's that light and his heart hammers against his chest with how very fitting that seems. Eleven years ago, Sakita Shiori was the only person who told the truth unflinchingly, the only ray of light in all the darkness of those days.
"I'm ho--Shiori-chan!"
He can't recall her roommate's name at the moment and he frowns. "She's exhausted herself," he says quietly. "I'm going to take her to the hospital." He politely deals with the roommate's fluttering concern and her worries about the stay. "I'll cover everything," he says gently. "It's my fault."
Which, he reflects, it pretty much is. He buckles Shiori's limp form into the passenger seat and snaps off the radio the moment the music starts. For some reason he doesn't want to hear 'Somewhere over the Rainbow' right now. Instead he puts through a call to the hospital, smoothing the way so that by the time they arrive Shiori already has a private room with a pretty view and a private physician on the way to check up on her.
All the nurses sigh as he carries her to wheelchair they've brought. They, too, are politely dealt with as he pushes the chair to the room. He looks out the window while the nurses change Shiori into a hospital gown and tuck her into the bed.
"Naruse-san," the last nurse says, interrupting his quietness. "For her charts—may I ask…?"
"She's been working very hard," he says calmly. "She's exhausted. It's my fault," he repeats. And it bothers him. Because it does feel like his fault, even though it is Serizawa's fault. It IS Serizawa's fault. If, eleven years ago, Serizawa had been punished for his crimes, if Serizawa had paid for Hideo's life, if Serizawa weren't out there now, making a mockery of justice, this would not have happened. He would not have been forced to enlist Shiori's help again. But he didn't and he is and he did have to.
He smiles at the nurse as she leaves. The moment she's gone, the smile drops.
In the bed, Shiori looks small and young. She is almost impossibly lovely, deceptively delicate looking. He sits down at her bedside without thinking, looking at her face. He's studied it in photographs, naturally, but somehow it's only now that he can really see the little girl he met in the rain.
You sheltered her, Manaka Tomoo whispers in the depths of him. You gave her an umbrella against the rain.
Naruse tilts his head, his hand reaching out over where her fingers are resting on top of the hospital blanket. He can feel the warmth of her.
Rain of truth, Tomoo says quietly, somewhere deep inside of his heart. You're the only one who can see the storm.
Suddenly it doesn't seem worth it. Shiori is entirely innocent and yet she's the one who's hurting. It's like Hideo being blamed for his death at Serizawa's hands. It's a travesty. It's wrong and he thinks that there might be another way. A better way. He can set this plan aside and make a new one. Somehow…maybe somehow he can tell her. About Hideo and himself and how his plan has gone wrong somehow even as he hasn't made a single misstep. She helped him once before when she didn't have to. She could help him again.
The phone rings. Not his, hers.
Serizawa.
Serizawa who wants to stop him, who wants to stop all of this, because he has surrounded himself with liars and secrets. Serizawa, whose friends and family are nothing but a collection of people out for their own ends, willing to sacrifice anybody to save themselves. Serizawa wants to save them.
They lived and they've lived cruel lives.
Hideo was good to the core and died.
Shiori is in this hospital bed because she is a good person.
Naruse hangs up and does not try to touch Shiori again. If he tries to throw away what he's done, then all he's done has been for nothing. If he throws it away just to save himself, he's no better than Serizawa ever was.
He won't let Shiori be hurt, no matter what it does to himself.
It's what he should have done for Hideo.
"I'm sorry," he says softly. "It won't be much longer."
The words taste like sorrow in his mouth.
...I think I'm just going to have to resign myself to being crap at Maou-fic. >.< I know what it is I want to get across. I know what it is that the last episode--and Naruse's explanations--made me feel and I want to explore why he said those things, felt those things...I'm just really not any GOOD at it. ;___; Oh, Maou. You keep making me cry.
