( imagined you saw me ) (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
imaginedyou) wrote2008-09-26 09:55 am
imaginedyou) wrote2008-09-26 09:55 am
Entry tags:
untitled [Maou, Naruse/Shiori]
fandom: Maou
pairing: Naruse Ryo/Sakita Shiori
wordcount: 586
notes: I finished watching it! Just presume spoilers for everything and take this as a deviation from the ending somewhere along the way. This is unfinished like most things I start, because OMG I find them hard to write :x
*
"Can you just forgive me what I've done?" Naruse asks quietly. His eyes say that he can't forgive himself, and yet, given the chance he would do it all over again regardless. Shiori's mouth tightens and she reaches out to clutch his hand tight. "You know the whole story, after all."
"I do know the whole story," Shiori agrees emphatically, her other hand reaching out to cover the first. His hands have always been so warm. "I know more than anyone else. I know how much Tomoo-san has suffered, I know exactly how you've been treated and why it has lead you to walk down this dark path. And I know that you've arranged it in such a way that you are not directly responsible for any of it, no matter what any of us really know to be true. You can still give this all up and refuse to let it control your life any longer."
"And if I did," Naruse asks, "you could just forgive me?"
Shiori feels her grip on his hand falter as her entire body goes rigid for a moment. Her mouth opens and stays that way, unable to form an answer instantly. Naruse's eyes are wide, curious, but something in the slant of his eyebrows says he won't believe her if she says yes now.
"I... can understand," she replies finally. "What you've done is wrong, but I understand your motives."
Naruse retrieves his hand from beneath Shiori's and slides it into his lap. His smile is strained.
"I don't deserve someone like you. "
*
When he bows his head and reaches down to his side for his briefcase, Shiori flings herself in front of the door without replying to his goodbye.
"Please," she begs between heavy breaths, splaying her arms out across the door and blocking his way. He simply stares her down, his eyes turning hard, and says nothing to persuade her to move. He has always let it be her own decision.
"Please," she repeats, "just give me a chance."
If they were anywhere or anyone else, Naruse might have found it in him to laugh at how backwards things had become. But this atmosphere is too thick, too full of wanting. And even in this, Shiori manages to come out pure; her need is plain for all the world to see, open and unashamed. And here he is holding back, refusing to let her know she is worthy of being loved. Because when it is him, will his feelings not end up staining them both?
He attempts to swallow down the hard lump that has built up in his throat, sliding his gaze away from her eyes that pierce his soul and keep attempting to lance out the bitterness. He focuses his sight on the doorknob beneath her wrist, leaning forward to take hold and twist it. If it came to it, and she truly refused to move, he could always defeat her with strength. Push her out of the way along with the door.
As he stoops forward he finds Shiori's lips next to his ear.
"Just give me a chance," she insists in whispers, "to prove to you there is still at least one thing worth living for."
He turns his head only slightly to meet her eyes. His face for once is unguarded, full of confusion. Shiori takes advantage of the moment to do something she never thought she would; brings her hands up to cup either side of his face and kisses him.
*
pairing: Naruse Ryo/Sakita Shiori
wordcount: 586
notes: I finished watching it! Just presume spoilers for everything and take this as a deviation from the ending somewhere along the way. This is unfinished like most things I start, because OMG I find them hard to write :x
*
"Can you just forgive me what I've done?" Naruse asks quietly. His eyes say that he can't forgive himself, and yet, given the chance he would do it all over again regardless. Shiori's mouth tightens and she reaches out to clutch his hand tight. "You know the whole story, after all."
"I do know the whole story," Shiori agrees emphatically, her other hand reaching out to cover the first. His hands have always been so warm. "I know more than anyone else. I know how much Tomoo-san has suffered, I know exactly how you've been treated and why it has lead you to walk down this dark path. And I know that you've arranged it in such a way that you are not directly responsible for any of it, no matter what any of us really know to be true. You can still give this all up and refuse to let it control your life any longer."
"And if I did," Naruse asks, "you could just forgive me?"
Shiori feels her grip on his hand falter as her entire body goes rigid for a moment. Her mouth opens and stays that way, unable to form an answer instantly. Naruse's eyes are wide, curious, but something in the slant of his eyebrows says he won't believe her if she says yes now.
"I... can understand," she replies finally. "What you've done is wrong, but I understand your motives."
Naruse retrieves his hand from beneath Shiori's and slides it into his lap. His smile is strained.
"I don't deserve someone like you. "
*
When he bows his head and reaches down to his side for his briefcase, Shiori flings herself in front of the door without replying to his goodbye.
"Please," she begs between heavy breaths, splaying her arms out across the door and blocking his way. He simply stares her down, his eyes turning hard, and says nothing to persuade her to move. He has always let it be her own decision.
"Please," she repeats, "just give me a chance."
If they were anywhere or anyone else, Naruse might have found it in him to laugh at how backwards things had become. But this atmosphere is too thick, too full of wanting. And even in this, Shiori manages to come out pure; her need is plain for all the world to see, open and unashamed. And here he is holding back, refusing to let her know she is worthy of being loved. Because when it is him, will his feelings not end up staining them both?
He attempts to swallow down the hard lump that has built up in his throat, sliding his gaze away from her eyes that pierce his soul and keep attempting to lance out the bitterness. He focuses his sight on the doorknob beneath her wrist, leaning forward to take hold and twist it. If it came to it, and she truly refused to move, he could always defeat her with strength. Push her out of the way along with the door.
As he stoops forward he finds Shiori's lips next to his ear.
"Just give me a chance," she insists in whispers, "to prove to you there is still at least one thing worth living for."
He turns his head only slightly to meet her eyes. His face for once is unguarded, full of confusion. Shiori takes advantage of the moment to do something she never thought she would; brings her hands up to cup either side of his face and kisses him.
*