Continuity: Nonsensical Nuances
Length: Ficlet
Pairings: 1xR
Prompt: "She was the still point of the turning world, man. " from The Virgin Suicides.
Teaser: "I thought it was in a politician's nature to run," he joked, letting her pull him up. "Run, yes," she admitted. "Stalk, no. In my case, not anymore."
Link: http://www.fanfiction.net/s/5141105/17/ ... al_Nuances
Additional Note: This is part of the Nonsensical Nuances ficlet series which is at 20 ficlets as of this post. Of those 20, I've posted two so far. I'll eventually get them all here.
Disclaimer: GW = not mine
Author's Note: The tenth July prompt is "She was the still point of the turning world, man. " from The Virgin Suicides. Haven't read the book or watched the movie. My goodness, I'm behind on pop culture. Forgive the sap.
I interpreted this as catching a particular moment in time. Also, not sure if Heero's OOC. I see him here as having the spirit of the same boy who was laughing his head off in EW, just happy to be alive.Nonsensical Nuances
by mistress amethyst une
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The one picture of her he kept framed was one he would never let her see. Tucked away in his desk drawer, that snapshot was a precious sight for his eyes alone. For certain, she'd ask him to pick a better photo of her to keep around the office if she ever laid eyes on it. Also, she had no idea he had this particular image. What she didn't know couldn't hurt him...
He often looked at the image in times of tedium, allowing himself a broad grin no one would see. When he'd taken this picture, he hadn't regretted it in the least. Looking at it now, he was quite sure he never would.
Relena glared at him from within the frame, her fit of pique forever frozen in time. The sleeveless white dress she wore was covered in wet earth, her straw hat blown out of the picture. She had stumbled and was now on her knees in a mud puddle. He thought nothing better than to immortalize the childlike vision before him. With a flash from his camera, she was soon scurrying after him, screaming at him to delete the digital image. How horrified would she be to know that he now had a framed glossy printout? How confused would she be to know the honored place that moment held in his heart?
"Delete it!" she screamed, flinging her sandals off as she chased after him.
He didn't respond, only kept running, laughter bubbling up inside him. How long had it been since he'd laughed with such careless abandon? He didn't care to remember, enjoying the present as best he could. In his newfound zeal for spontaneity, he hardly noticed the rock that would be his downfall. As he stumbled, she crashed into his back, landing him face first into the mud as she lay sprawled atop him.
"Your camera!" she exclaimed, immediately rolling off him.
He rose, still smiling through a mask of mud despite the knowledge that the expensive piece of crushed technology hanging around his neck would probably take days to repair.
"It's ok," he told her. "I can fix anything."
"Some date this turned out to be..."
"The picnic basket's still waiting on top of the hill. That is, if you'll still have me..."
She laughed. "If you'll still have me," she corrected. "I'm the muddy madwoman who destroyed your camera."
"And that's exactly how I'd like to remember you," he smirked. "The crazy wild child who never gave up the chase."
"You flatter yourself, Heero Yuy. If I recall right, these past few years, it's been you chasing me."
He shrugged. "It was my turn to be 'it.'"
"Well, I don't want to be 'it' ever again," she sighed, getting up and offering him her hand.
"I thought it was in a politician's nature to run," he joked, letting her pull him up.
"Run, yes," she admitted. "Stalk, no. In my case, not anymore."
"Don't worry, the game will end once I catch you."
"The game's been over for a long time then," she smiled, surprising him as she crushed her mouth against his.
"What are you saying?" he blurted, once she finally decided to let him breathe.
She wiped the mud from her lips and smiled. "I love you, too."
His mouth fell open. All those months telling her he loved her as she slept because he never had the courage to tell her in the waking world... Had she heard him?
"I'm a light sleeper," she chortled, reading his mind as she sealed his lips shut with another kiss.
It took quite awhile to salvage the memory chip from the wreckage of his camera. Why was it that the most complex technology, more often than not, also tended to be the most fragile? One would think that hefty price tag would make an item tough as steel instead of delicate as glass. He eventually did manage to restore his digital camera to working condition but it took weeks instead of days, and probably cost him more in replacement parts than what he would have spent buying a new one. Still, the camera was a precious thing. It was the sole witness and catalyst to the moment she gave him her heart.
Stealing a glance at his watch, he put the picture back in its hiding place. No doubt, she was still at her office, just waiting for him to give her the usual scolding for working far too late. Who was he to let her down? He didn't care what she said. The game never did end, and he was still chasing after her. Not that it mattered. When it came to her, he was more than happy to forever be 'it.'