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quiet_curiosity) wrote2008-05-06 07:47 am
quiet_curiosity) wrote2008-05-06 07:47 am
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31_days
Title: The Darkest Day Has Yet to Come
Fandom: Tokyo Babylon/X
Characters: Subaru
Words: 196
Disclaimer: Tokyo Babylon and X were created by CLAMP. I receive no monetary benefit from this work.
Summary: He was aware that it could be worse.
Written for31_days. Theme: May 6 - They only let him go so wrong out of kindness, I suppose
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He knew that, despite it all, he was one of the lucky ones.
He had heard all the horror stories. He knew about the ones who had been institutionalized for years – if not for life – for just daring to mention the other’s name. He knew about the people whose families gather in around them like a fort, letting nary another get close to them again. Even those people were luckier than those who had family members take the matter into their own hands. Countless people were imprisoned with another’s lover’s blood on their hands in the hopes that this would ease the other person’s grief.
It never did.
That, he figured, was the reason why his Grandmother left him to his own devices. There was really no need to meddle in something you couldn’t fix. Besides, she couldn’t stand to alienate him, especially now that Hokuto was gone. But deep down, he believed she didn’t stop him because she didn’t understand how far he had gone.
If she knew that he dreamt of Seishirou every night – his hand through his chest and a smile on his lips – she would never let him out of her sight.
Fandom: Tokyo Babylon/X
Characters: Subaru
Words: 196
Disclaimer: Tokyo Babylon and X were created by CLAMP. I receive no monetary benefit from this work.
Summary: He was aware that it could be worse.
Written for
31_days. Theme: May 6 - They only let him go so wrong out of kindness, I supposeHe knew that, despite it all, he was one of the lucky ones.
He had heard all the horror stories. He knew about the ones who had been institutionalized for years – if not for life – for just daring to mention the other’s name. He knew about the people whose families gather in around them like a fort, letting nary another get close to them again. Even those people were luckier than those who had family members take the matter into their own hands. Countless people were imprisoned with another’s lover’s blood on their hands in the hopes that this would ease the other person’s grief.
It never did.
That, he figured, was the reason why his Grandmother left him to his own devices. There was really no need to meddle in something you couldn’t fix. Besides, she couldn’t stand to alienate him, especially now that Hokuto was gone. But deep down, he believed she didn’t stop him because she didn’t understand how far he had gone.
If she knew that he dreamt of Seishirou every night – his hand through his chest and a smile on his lips – she would never let him out of her sight.