Mai-HiME Fan Fiction ❯ The Tide ❯ The Tide ( Chapter 1 )
[ P - Pre-Teen ]
Author's Notes: I do not own the characters within this story.
This is a Shizuru x Natsuki story told from the perspective of Shizuru.
This is, possibly, a prologue. I have not decided yet whether or not to continue it.
Please leave reviews and let me know what you think! All criticisms are welcomed and
encouraged. ^_^
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"I'm a fountain of blood
In the shape of a girl
You're the bird on the brim
Hypnotised by the Whirl
Drink me, make me feel real
Wet your beak in the stream
Game we're playing is life
Love is a two way dream"
"The Tide"
By Monikku
With persons my age there is an innocence, a wayward grasping, a flumbling; there is a
sweet youthful ignorance. The halls I traverse, the eyes that glimmer about me, it is all
but a prismatic tomb. Their hearts bloom vivacious as flowers borne of spring, bright and
full, yet so very delicate.
Flowers. I met her amongst a field of blooming flowers, and she scorned their beauty as
I sometimes jealously scorned those refracting, bursting eyes. I felt magnetised and drawn
to her. Her eyes, they were so very different.
I often find myself speaking hollow, plain platitudes, filling spaces; desperate gaping
voids with my peers. It is all so impersonal, passionless, like a random generic fortune.
I stood before her, captivated by the depth of her eyes. Those orbs of hers did not
shine, shimmer, or shake with exuberance and uncertainty. No, her eyes only bled as if
connected directly to her broken heart. My heart, along with her own, tore its immaturely
sutured stitches... and dripped crimson for the first time in years. The ferociously
guarded vulnerability I saw within her, conjured my painfully, prematurely adult heart to
feel.
I needed to hold her. I needed to feel her arms around me. I needed for us to bleed
together, to aborb that blood, to feel, for once, not entirely isolated. I needed that
girl.
I betray myself within every moment I share in her presence; with every stolen glance,
with all the throbbings of my heart, I have done so since the day I met her. I spoke to her
that day, as I do, in riddles, in half truths. I wear my mask well.
Natsuki. If I could pick a flower for each character of her beauty, the world would
fill generously with luscious petals. The world would fill so easily with my unnatural
desire. My eyes do not shine, for they are sodden with the filth of my longing.
All my life I had known I was different, but it took Natsuki to turn amorhpous ideas
and emotions into tanigilibity. She was both an angel and demon in my heart. She brought my
heart to beat and in that life was profound torment.
I have been a plague, a disease of molestation and murder, all on her behalf, I told
myself. Oh, it was all for her. She has insisted my mind was twisted by the HiME festival,
and I've nodded, always, holding back my tears. She is so sympathic, she is so forgiving.
It is a gift few people know she has to share, that her heart is truly hopelessly filled with love.
A twisted vision of an already distorted love, it seems so bitterly comical. Secretly,
I long to die, but for Natsuki, I will live.
Bachelorette
I'm a fountain of blood
In the shape of a girl
You're the bird on the brim
Hypnotised by the Whirl
Drink me, make me feel real
Wet your beak in the stream
Game we're playing is life
Love is a two way dream
Leave me now, return tonight
Tide will show you the way
If you forget my name
You will go astray
Like a killer whale
Trapped in a bay
I'm a path of cinders
Burning under your feet
You're the one who walks me
I'm your one way street
I'm a whisper in water
Secret for you to hear
You are the one who grows distant
When I beckon you near
Leave me now, return tonight
The tide will show you the way
If you forget my name
You will go astray
Like a killer whale
Trapped in a bay
I'm a tree that grows hearts
One for each that you take
You're the intruder hand
I'm the branch that you break
(Bjork)
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Hope you enjoyed it!
This is a Shizuru x Natsuki story told from the perspective of Shizuru.
This is, possibly, a prologue. I have not decided yet whether or not to continue it.
Please leave reviews and let me know what you think! All criticisms are welcomed and
encouraged. ^_^
o.o.o.o.o.o.o.o.o.o.o.o.o.o.o.o.o.o.o.o.o.o.o.o.o.o.o.o.o.o.o.o.o
"I'm a fountain of blood
In the shape of a girl
You're the bird on the brim
Hypnotised by the Whirl
Drink me, make me feel real
Wet your beak in the stream
Game we're playing is life
Love is a two way dream"
"The Tide"
By Monikku
With persons my age there is an innocence, a wayward grasping, a flumbling; there is a
sweet youthful ignorance. The halls I traverse, the eyes that glimmer about me, it is all
but a prismatic tomb. Their hearts bloom vivacious as flowers borne of spring, bright and
full, yet so very delicate.
Flowers. I met her amongst a field of blooming flowers, and she scorned their beauty as
I sometimes jealously scorned those refracting, bursting eyes. I felt magnetised and drawn
to her. Her eyes, they were so very different.
I often find myself speaking hollow, plain platitudes, filling spaces; desperate gaping
voids with my peers. It is all so impersonal, passionless, like a random generic fortune.
I stood before her, captivated by the depth of her eyes. Those orbs of hers did not
shine, shimmer, or shake with exuberance and uncertainty. No, her eyes only bled as if
connected directly to her broken heart. My heart, along with her own, tore its immaturely
sutured stitches... and dripped crimson for the first time in years. The ferociously
guarded vulnerability I saw within her, conjured my painfully, prematurely adult heart to
feel.
I needed to hold her. I needed to feel her arms around me. I needed for us to bleed
together, to aborb that blood, to feel, for once, not entirely isolated. I needed that
girl.
I betray myself within every moment I share in her presence; with every stolen glance,
with all the throbbings of my heart, I have done so since the day I met her. I spoke to her
that day, as I do, in riddles, in half truths. I wear my mask well.
Natsuki. If I could pick a flower for each character of her beauty, the world would
fill generously with luscious petals. The world would fill so easily with my unnatural
desire. My eyes do not shine, for they are sodden with the filth of my longing.
All my life I had known I was different, but it took Natsuki to turn amorhpous ideas
and emotions into tanigilibity. She was both an angel and demon in my heart. She brought my
heart to beat and in that life was profound torment.
I have been a plague, a disease of molestation and murder, all on her behalf, I told
myself. Oh, it was all for her. She has insisted my mind was twisted by the HiME festival,
and I've nodded, always, holding back my tears. She is so sympathic, she is so forgiving.
It is a gift few people know she has to share, that her heart is truly hopelessly filled with love.
A twisted vision of an already distorted love, it seems so bitterly comical. Secretly,
I long to die, but for Natsuki, I will live.
Bachelorette
I'm a fountain of blood
In the shape of a girl
You're the bird on the brim
Hypnotised by the Whirl
Drink me, make me feel real
Wet your beak in the stream
Game we're playing is life
Love is a two way dream
Leave me now, return tonight
Tide will show you the way
If you forget my name
You will go astray
Like a killer whale
Trapped in a bay
I'm a path of cinders
Burning under your feet
You're the one who walks me
I'm your one way street
I'm a whisper in water
Secret for you to hear
You are the one who grows distant
When I beckon you near
Leave me now, return tonight
The tide will show you the way
If you forget my name
You will go astray
Like a killer whale
Trapped in a bay
I'm a tree that grows hearts
One for each that you take
You're the intruder hand
I'm the branch that you break
(Bjork)
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Hope you enjoyed it!