@tito: thanks for passing the liquid nitrogen... it has successfully frozen my hand...
and has kept me from picking up the grenade launcher
@Yukari: thanks for the flames... it thawed my hand... but successfully burnt it that i still cannot pick up the grenade launcher...
@kata: i don't know who this idiot is... thank you so much for the concern
@all yo/anything fans who read and appreciate my fic, thanks to you all... i will not stop writing... there are no right and wrong pairings... we all love H!P and that's all that matters
@that person who emailed me: i don't know who you are... i hope you are just a regular guest of this forum and not a user (we owe the existence of this forum to the person you called wota-whore)... we co-exist peacefully here... i also don't know why of all people you chose to spread your message of hate at me but my Charmy-sama's Positive Thinking Philosophy tells me that you are just a disturbed soul... do whatever you want, i won't be reading your emails anymore... so don't bother sending them to me... if you have something to say, bring it here... this is a forum after all...
i dedicate this chapter to you who emailed me... hope you like light ishiyoshi fluff... and more so to the readers who have waited for an update... i'm sorry to keep you guys waiting...
UPDATE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Rika and Hitomi ran up the escalator to the platform as they heard and felt the train arrive. They managed to board the front-most train car-- the one exclusive to women, senior citizens and married couples.
They both stood, bent with their hands on their knees, catching their breath as the train doors slid to a close. It was Hitomi who first caught the steady pace of breath and noticed the suspicious looks of their fellow passengers who were particularly silent. She nudged at Rika who did not take a second to absorb what was going on.
The other passengers looked at Hitomi, like most Filipinos they have encountered earlier, thinking she was a man. The train finally started moving as Rika and Hitomi walked across the aisle. There was only one seat vacant. The two looked at each other and somehow reached the agreement that Rika gets the seat. Hitomi simply stood right in front of Rika, with one hand on a handrail and the other holding Rika's hand.
A guard slowly walked up to them after receiving complaint from a passenger. "Sir, pambabae lang po dito." (This car is for women only.)
Rika quickly answered the guard. "Mag-asawa po kami..." (We're married) She showed the guard their rings. The guard could only scratch his head and throw a glance at the complainant as he walked away from the "married" couple.
Hitomi smiled at Rika. Although she didn't understand a word, the gesture of showing the guard their matching rings told her that it has something to do with them being a couple. The rings were a good idea after all. It has rescued them from awkward moments and judgemental people twice today.
The train moved at a stady pace. It was really like that in the Philippines.
The couple was silent. Rika gazed up at her "husband". Hitomi was in deep thought as she looked out the window. Rika felt Hitomi's pulse from her fingertips. Her pulse was constant, it was steady. Rika felt the callouses on Hitomi's fingers. They were obviously products of her violin training. Rika knew her hands were calloused too-- from playing tennis back when she was a student and from doing the laundryby hand for the past 5 years.
Hitomi gave Rika's hand a squeeze as if to get Rika's attention. Rika's hand was rough but it was also soft and warm.
Hitomi looked down at Rika who was still gazing a her. Although Hitomi has been told that she had such beautiful eyes, right now, she believes that she was gazing at the most beautiful eyes in the world. Rika's eyes, she couldn't describe them. They were both dark and bright at the same time. There was depth in that darkness. Who knows what those eyes have seen? How much pain and loneliness? Despite that darkness, her eyes had a sparkle.
She released Rika from her gaze and looked out the window again. The city lights brightened up the night sky. It was beautiful. You couldn't see the pollution, you couldn't see the soot on the buildings. This view was only possible under the night sky-- under the veil of darkness. That's probably why Rika's eyes had that sparkle, hope shone in contrast with the darkness left by despair, fear and uncertainty.
Hitomi felt herself being drawn to look again into her lover's eyes and she saw her own reflection on Rika's pupils. They say the eyes are the windows to the soul. Hitomi hoped that she was the hope that brought sparkle to those beautiful eyes, and the hope in the soul which the eyes served as windows to that keeps Rika going.
Topic: Runaway from the Past (Read 374623 times)