Yours Truly.docx

Title: Yours Truly
Pairing: Asami x Takaba
Rating: PG
Warning: angsty romance


Note: I have a nice birthday fic for Asami, I really do. But I was staring at the cover of VF 3 this morning and some thoughts of Takaba's starting pouring out. So here's a tiny angsty drabble, posted today so as not to drag His birthday down tomorrow.




I see you sitting there with that oh so cool look on your face, an ever-present cigarette hanging out of your mouth, looking at everyone around you like you own them, and I want to rip the complacency from you. I want to tear the cigarette away, shred your tailored clothing, mess up that perfectly styled hair. I want to see shock in your eyes, any emotion, anything but that cold ever-knowing look. I want to stir you up inside, make you think, make you feel anything but the nothing that you seem to be feeling now.

I want you to notice me, to see me, as I can't help but see you: in my dreams, when I'm awake, every time I turn around. You invade my thoughts, my senses, my body, my heart.

But none of it matters to you, not the way it does to me. I want you to take me. I want you to own me. But if I tell you that you'll drift away. You like the chase, and the minute I turn to embrace you I lose. So I have to keep fighting, denying all I feel, all I am, or I lose you. It's insane, and it's ripping me apart, to have to shove away what I want most in this world.

It's your birthday today. I thought about getting you a gift, acknowledging it. But that would be a mistake, wouldn't it? Instead I have to sit here alone, wanting to be with you, hoping that you'll decide to give yourself a birthday present of me.

I love you, Asami. I love you. And I can't ever tell you, or you'll be lost to me forever. All I can do is hold it in, keeping it locked away in my heart, and pretend that maybe, somewhere inside you, you're doing the same.

Happy Birthday, Asami.

Happy Birthday, my love.

~end~