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(A.N: For Galabad. Merry Christmas.)
A Closed Book
By Silver Sailor Gaymede
Sometimes Minto found Zakuro frustrating. She was too complex to understand, and she hid her emotions so well that it was impossible to tell what she was thinking or what she was going to do next. It was an after-affect of her acting, Minto supposed, though her talent for becoming someone else was almost too painful to watch at times.
Sometimes Minto wished that Zakuro wouldn't act all the time, that she would be herself a little bit more. Then again, Minto mused, maybe Zakuro didn't even know herself anymore and that was why she could be so cold. It was nothing personal, Minto thought, she didn't know. And besides, she couldn't know about that anyway, could she? Minto flushed at the mere thought of it.
Sometimes Minto found Zakuro frustrating, but at the end of it all she supposed Zakuro's complexity was a good thing. She wouldn't be anywhere near as beautiful otherwise; after all, who truly wants to read a book that is easily opened?