Just For You

Me-chan…

He watches her float gently in the swirls and eddies of this world's winds, now arguing fiercely with Takuto, then breaking off with a dreamy smile of wonder on her delicate face at the sight of small red poppies bobbing in the breeze; other times dipping low to earth to giggle a little with the human girl, Mitsuki. Her pink curls seem to have a life of their own sometimes, catching the breeze and dancing gleefully beneath the red hat she loves so dearly, the one that matches her favourite outfit of red and white with the tiniest bit of pink.

Meroko... my Me-chan...

He doesn't like how much she hangs around with Ta-kun. Or Mitsuki, for that matter. He doesn't like when she speaks to anyone but him; he knows sheis his. Meroko the Shinigamiis always his, was always meant to be his. He watches as her face lights up at a joke between her and her brunette human friend; scowls as it disappears, as though the sun has just disappeared behind a heavy roiling cloud bank on a cold day and he's been cheated of its warmth.

Come talk to me, Mero-Mero...

He knows she won't come. He hasn't even spoken aloud; and even if he had she wouldn't have heard him, not with the distance between them, the distance that he feels as a physical and emotional wound. Takuto dives down, from his hovering positionabove his partner and their ward, talking- his words create a happier atmosphere enjoyed by the three of them, and he is envious. He wants to be the one having fun, teasing Meroko, tugging her strawberry locks whenever he feels like it or grasping her hand to take her somewhere he knowsshe likes.

Why does Ta-kun get to have the fun? Meroko...

The tiny figures below him slow their advancement and turn back, dark-haired cute Mitsuki jogging as spatters of fat rain begin falling. The two Shinigami looking after adjust their speed accordingly, keeping in pace with the girl they both have come to love. His Me-chan's face isn't bright and smiling any more- there is disappointment mingled with irritation that something so commonplace as a shower should interrupt something she is enjoying.

Can I do something for you, Mero-Mero? Even if you don't know it's me...

With a look of concentration, he makes a vague gesture in the air about him, focused on the trio below. Drops hit beside them, but not on- they are halted in mid-air before they touch skin or clothes. A red-clad girl looks about, puzzled, realising that she is dry; she fails to look up.

Izumi smiles slightly. For you, Me-chan. Even if you don't know.


For Andy. Of course. Who else? :huggles her friend tightly: Love you dearly- y'know, I need an Ooshige-san ficlet for the bananacon I made... :giggles: Please check out Raccoon48's fics if you like Kingdom Hearts! XD :hearts reviews hint hint: By the way, I'm AngelKairi, the crack!goddess. Hope you liked! Wordcount for this ficcy was 450, if anybody's interested- a nice little drabble.

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