An Amuto one-shot
hope Du enjoy!
‘You know, Amu…,’ he was sitting there again, on the ledge of the window, staring wistfully outside. ‘All of them think you’re gone. But I know better. Du are alive, I know it. Somewhere out there, you’re thinking about me too, aren’t you?’
He was talking again, talking to the moon. ‘You’ll never admit it but Du have already fallen for me,’ he smirked at the moon. No, not the moon. It was Amu’s blushing face that he saw and it was her voice that he heard, ‘Shut up!’ he didn’t know it was the echo of his memories because he thought of it so often. All of the times he spent with her. All of his memories with her. And he wanted more.
‘When are Du coming back, Amu? I miss Du so much,’ he saw her flushed face and heard her voice, ‘Pervert!’ ‘If Du don’t come back soon, I’ll come to get Du and then, I won’t ever let Du leave…’
Where was she? Where was Amu? In front of him, yet never there. But……he knew she would be back. She couldn’t spend a Minute without tripping and who would save her every time she fell? Him, of course. He had always been there for her. And he knew she would be back……
Unknowns’t to him, the elderly lady that lived in the place in front of that window was looking up at him in pity. She shook her head, ‘Poor boy…he’s been like this ever since that airplane went missing.’ She could only hope for him that he would find her. His beloved. ‘He’s gone crazy…the poor boy.’
The boy sat there the whole night, talking to someone who wasn’t there, chuckling at his Amu’s expressions. He never noticed it was his memories that let him see her. He sat there till the moon completely disappeared. The Tag had arrived. But it was of no use. He wanted nights only, so that he could talk to the moon, so that he could see his Amu.
The people whispered about him. And he knew it. But his only response was his smirk. It didn’t matter what they said:
‘The future CEO of Easter…..’
‘It’s such a pity…’
‘He’s completely broken...’
‘I wish he would get his happiness…’
‘I hope she’s alive…for his sake.’
He knew eyes followed him everywhere he went, and that they were full of pity. But he didn’t care. He knew something they didn’t. They didn’t know that as soon as the moon appeared, Amu came to talk to him. She was alive, he knew it. And it was better like this in a way. No one to take her away from him. He had her all to himself. He had always been the possessive type……
It was like he was famous. Everywhere he went, people talked about him. Behind his back. But he never minded. After all, he knew something they didn’t…..
Night fell. The darkness enveloped the town where he lived. Only the stars lighted up his room. And he was there again. Sitting on the window ledge. So that he could talk to Amu again. His Amu. ‘Come back soon.’
‘I miss Du so much…’ Amu was blushing, ‘I’ll be back soon, I promise’ ‘of course,’ he smirked, ‘you can’t live a moment without me, can you?’ she turned beet red, ‘Shut up!’
‘Do Du know Amu, what they say? They say Du won’t come back…you will, won’t you?’ and for the first time since he had started talking to her, there was a hint of nervousness in his tone…
‘I will...If I don’t, you’ll come looking for me, won’t you?’ ‘Of course…’
He didn’t know it was his mind that was answering him, not Amu. Amu wasn’t even there. He was only talking to the moon….
But she would be back, he knew it.
(A/N): Technically, this is my Sekunde fic but since I was too lazy to type the first one, I decided to type my shortest one. Hope Du enjoyed this drabble. It’s inspired Von ‘talking to the moon’ Von Bruno Mars.
When I read it to my sister, she wanted it to have a happy ending (sort of) so I came up with this :
And now, she was back…even if she was starved, even if she was ill, she was back. And that was all that mattered. And it was for him. Soon, both of them would be back to normal but the bond between them was stronger than ever. And Ikuto would never let her go. Never……….
After all, he was the possessive type.
Once again, hope Du enjoyed.
FK Iqbal
Over and out.
hope Du enjoy!
‘You know, Amu…,’ he was sitting there again, on the ledge of the window, staring wistfully outside. ‘All of them think you’re gone. But I know better. Du are alive, I know it. Somewhere out there, you’re thinking about me too, aren’t you?’
He was talking again, talking to the moon. ‘You’ll never admit it but Du have already fallen for me,’ he smirked at the moon. No, not the moon. It was Amu’s blushing face that he saw and it was her voice that he heard, ‘Shut up!’ he didn’t know it was the echo of his memories because he thought of it so often. All of the times he spent with her. All of his memories with her. And he wanted more.
‘When are Du coming back, Amu? I miss Du so much,’ he saw her flushed face and heard her voice, ‘Pervert!’ ‘If Du don’t come back soon, I’ll come to get Du and then, I won’t ever let Du leave…’
Where was she? Where was Amu? In front of him, yet never there. But……he knew she would be back. She couldn’t spend a Minute without tripping and who would save her every time she fell? Him, of course. He had always been there for her. And he knew she would be back……
Unknowns’t to him, the elderly lady that lived in the place in front of that window was looking up at him in pity. She shook her head, ‘Poor boy…he’s been like this ever since that airplane went missing.’ She could only hope for him that he would find her. His beloved. ‘He’s gone crazy…the poor boy.’
The boy sat there the whole night, talking to someone who wasn’t there, chuckling at his Amu’s expressions. He never noticed it was his memories that let him see her. He sat there till the moon completely disappeared. The Tag had arrived. But it was of no use. He wanted nights only, so that he could talk to the moon, so that he could see his Amu.
The people whispered about him. And he knew it. But his only response was his smirk. It didn’t matter what they said:
‘The future CEO of Easter…..’
‘It’s such a pity…’
‘He’s completely broken...’
‘I wish he would get his happiness…’
‘I hope she’s alive…for his sake.’
He knew eyes followed him everywhere he went, and that they were full of pity. But he didn’t care. He knew something they didn’t. They didn’t know that as soon as the moon appeared, Amu came to talk to him. She was alive, he knew it. And it was better like this in a way. No one to take her away from him. He had her all to himself. He had always been the possessive type……
It was like he was famous. Everywhere he went, people talked about him. Behind his back. But he never minded. After all, he knew something they didn’t…..
Night fell. The darkness enveloped the town where he lived. Only the stars lighted up his room. And he was there again. Sitting on the window ledge. So that he could talk to Amu again. His Amu. ‘Come back soon.’
‘I miss Du so much…’ Amu was blushing, ‘I’ll be back soon, I promise’ ‘of course,’ he smirked, ‘you can’t live a moment without me, can you?’ she turned beet red, ‘Shut up!’
‘Do Du know Amu, what they say? They say Du won’t come back…you will, won’t you?’ and for the first time since he had started talking to her, there was a hint of nervousness in his tone…
‘I will...If I don’t, you’ll come looking for me, won’t you?’ ‘Of course…’
He didn’t know it was his mind that was answering him, not Amu. Amu wasn’t even there. He was only talking to the moon….
But she would be back, he knew it.
(A/N): Technically, this is my Sekunde fic but since I was too lazy to type the first one, I decided to type my shortest one. Hope Du enjoyed this drabble. It’s inspired Von ‘talking to the moon’ Von Bruno Mars.
When I read it to my sister, she wanted it to have a happy ending (sort of) so I came up with this :
And now, she was back…even if she was starved, even if she was ill, she was back. And that was all that mattered. And it was for him. Soon, both of them would be back to normal but the bond between them was stronger than ever. And Ikuto would never let her go. Never……….
After all, he was the possessive type.
Once again, hope Du enjoyed.
FK Iqbal
Over and out.
Tears,
a combination of helplessness and anger,
a combination of joy and gratitude.
what different meanings it holds!
sometimes of love,
sometimes of hate.
with what different feelings we cry!
but those tears are the same.
they dwell inside the eye,
ready to attack,
the peace of our heart.
to flood the face,
with undoubted Liebe and care,
with undoubted anger and hate,
with undoubted pain and despair.
pain? yes, and despair too!
the breakdown of our heart,
the dawn of the truth,
leading to flood the face,
with our sentiments undoubted.
It’s the color of you
Du always wore it
It’s the color we shared
As we hid from them
With it we showed our true selves,
Though no one cared
Our orange book bags
Were our shields from some of the pain
We protected each other
But it wasn’t enough
We were like two orange crayons
When everyone else was green
Then Du left me alone,
All I had was our color orange
As they hit me
I took peace in knowing
Du were in the orange field in the sky
Du always sagte was there.
The orange of the sun set
Is your smile
Even though Du left too soon
Orange…
Now it’s my color
My way of remembering you
Now I am the lone orange in the rainbow
Without Du here
I protect my own
Though I wish Du were here
Now orange is my color
A color for your bravery
A color for my survival
orange will forever be our color
Even though death took Du away
Forever orange for you,
Sweet Cassidy.
Du always wore it
It’s the color we shared
As we hid from them
With it we showed our true selves,
Though no one cared
Our orange book bags
Were our shields from some of the pain
We protected each other
But it wasn’t enough
We were like two orange crayons
When everyone else was green
Then Du left me alone,
All I had was our color orange
As they hit me
I took peace in knowing
Du were in the orange field in the sky
Du always sagte was there.
The orange of the sun set
Is your smile
Even though Du left too soon
Orange…
Now it’s my color
My way of remembering you
Now I am the lone orange in the rainbow
Without Du here
I protect my own
Though I wish Du were here
Now orange is my color
A color for your bravery
A color for my survival
orange will forever be our color
Even though death took Du away
Forever orange for you,
Sweet Cassidy.
Violently, the ground shook,
As the mountain exhaled black smoke.
Overwhelmed, they ran for cover,
Those left began to choke.
Cherished, were the possessions left behind,
Melted and scattered as ash.
Beloved, the children lost,
They couldn’t make a schnell, swift dash.
Darkened, the cloudy heavens above,
Black clouds fell from the sky.
Covered, the people escaping,
With no way out they began to die.
Lost, the souls of the trapped,
A snatched half-chance at life.
Fallen is Pompeii;
Civilisation, Liebe and it’s people’s cries.
As the mountain exhaled black smoke.
Overwhelmed, they ran for cover,
Those left began to choke.
Cherished, were the possessions left behind,
Melted and scattered as ash.
Beloved, the children lost,
They couldn’t make a schnell, swift dash.
Darkened, the cloudy heavens above,
Black clouds fell from the sky.
Covered, the people escaping,
With no way out they began to die.
Lost, the souls of the trapped,
A snatched half-chance at life.
Fallen is Pompeii;
Civilisation, Liebe and it’s people’s cries.