A/N: Yes I know I owe people contest stuff. But I've had some family issues that have taken precedence. And now my fail-tastic immune system has decided to go to Vancouver and leave me here in varying levels of coherency that suck for reviewing, but are perfect for writing. I went and spoiled myself on BBS and I still don't know where I stand on the Ven/Aqua vs. Terra/Aqua thing. So I guess I stand here.

BBS. SPOILER-FREE. Aqua-centric Ventus/Aqua drabble-ish thing I own nothing.

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Violin Strings

She was a strong believer in maybe, and perhaps, and especially some day.

She always thought that maybe, just maybe, in a few years, when that boyish charm matured into handsome strength, and two years didn't constitute a May-December romance, that there might be something between them.

Perhaps that little boy's childish naïveté would ferment into a more solid sense of life, without losing all that made him so pure. That clumsy agility and raw, unharnessed power would be streamlined into something worthy of the title of Master, and well, there might be something then to make him, well, she decides, for lack of a better word, date-able. As it was, she loved him like a little brother, but she can't help but think that maybe someday, she might love him like something else.

Perhaps she's being ridiculous, what a perfectly natural assumption to make about the relationship she shares with one of her dearest friends when influenced by the ridiculous impulses of adolescent hormones. (When is she supposed to be growing out of that, anyway? Isn't seventeen close enough to adulthood?) But then again, perhaps…he is her dearest friend. Who better to form an eventual romantic bond with?

And he's adorable; there's no denying that. And one day, some day, when that beautiful little boy catches up to her, he'll be the most beautiful man.

Handsome. That's the word. That's what he'll be one day.

Ven? Do me a favor, will you?
Huh? What is it, Aqua?
Just…Don't ever change.

She doesn't mean it all around. Just don't lose that innocence in your eyes, boy. She won't be able to take it if you do. Don't ever stop being a mess who doesn't know the meaning of the word 'comb'. And never, oh please never lose that smile.

But grow up. Just grow up without growing out of all that makes you you. And maybe someday, when they are no longer a boy and young lady, but a man and a woman, maybe…

Well, maybe there could be something.

And well…there are nights when the stars twinkle above them and her surrogate little brother smiles at her in that mature way that reminds her he's growing up fast she thinks that maybe that something might even be destined.

Until destiny had to go and get in the way. And now everything is...

But…still. Maybe…maybe someday. But oh, what if he doesn't…

But there is still maybe. Maybe and perhaps and someday.

And Aqua is a strong believer in maybe.

And perhaps.

And especially, oh especially,

someday.

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A/N: So random little thing. Title inspired by the soundtrack, which seems to include a lot of string-music. (I'm assuming violin. I'm no expert. I haven't touch the violin since I was ten.) Now back to coughing up my lungs and sneezing out my sinuses. I have 2 more days of medical-professional-ordered quarantine during which I'm going to see if I can't stay awake long enough to leave coherent reviews for my contest winners. Review please.