`hidden in the garden [open]

[SHOKO IKEDA]

The warm spring air rushed against his face, as he walked through the garden. His fingers tracing over all of the flowers in the garden. All of them different shapes and sizes, and colors. Lifting one from its place, he brought it up to his nose and smelt it. It smelled like apples, and he let it free into the air. He sighed, and let the wind blow over his hair again. The ribbon in it, kept it from blowing with the wind. The sun shone down on him, it's gaze was blinding.

He held up an arm, trying to block it out. His other hand was clenching a black tablet, that held a pencil as well. He kept walking, his shoes patting the dirt softly. Depositing his body against a tree, he leaned back against it. Letting the wind blow over him, sending a chill down his spine. The world was so peaceful and quiet, he thought it was heaven for a moment. He chuckled at this thought, it was one he often had. Even when it rained, the world was so serene and quiet.

Maybe it was because, he never paid attention to the noise on the outside. He stroked his hair back with his fingers, and stared at the tablet. He opened it to the first page, which held his sketching of his mother, himself, and their dog. He felt a tear come into his eyes, but wiped it away. He began to write, he was writing in French though. Most people wouldn't be able to understand it, he was so immersed in it. He kept writing, and began to switch to Japanese.

The pencil's lead was sharp, and moved elegantly. The sun shone down on him, making him sweat a bit. He wiped it, with the back of his hand and kept writing. He soon stopped, and closed it off with the last word he knew his mother said to him. Daisuki.... He frowned, that was the word that nobody else every uttered to him. Nobody, and he sighed letting the wind blow over him again. The sun shine down on him, the wind made him cold. Yet the sun came to heat him up again, like a warm hug.

He leaned against a tree, a hug that is what he needed. He felt a few more tears prick at his eyes, but he wiped them away quickly. He couldn't cry, he wouldn't cry it wasn't right. Yet, he held in all of this sadness one day he would break. He chuckled, breaking was all he wanted. He wanted a release, to tell someone how he's feeling. Yet, he never did and kept it bottled in for so long. He would one day, break and when that day came.

He let his head tilt to the side, and his eyes close as a silver tear dribbled down his cheek.

tagged // open
word count // 485
music // Wind by Akeboshi
notes // None
lyrics // stiff kittens by blaqk audio
credits // oh, FORGET me not // @ Caution 2.0 <3

[MILES MIDDLEFORD MALPENSE]

wha-what did you say?
huh? you're breaking up on me, sorry, i cannot
hear you, i'm kinda busy
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The world was very pretty, indeed - fragrant delights at every corner, the sweet breeze ruffling the leaves that were scattered artistically across the pathways that wound through the sprawling gardens like cooling rivers. The dewladen grass stalks waved gracefully in that caressing, gentle wind that swept through the academy, washing away the cloying cold of winter in one tsunami like wave. Maybe that last image hadn't been entirely accurate. But still, the gardens of Stella Fiore seemed magical even with the grey clouds lurking overhead. The trees bore new leaves that swarmed around the branches - like flesh replenishing the dead branches with new life. A watery haze hung over the entire area, giving it a suprisingly mythical feeling as if something ethereal was about to erupt from the tree line and take all their problems away.

It was a pity Miles wasn't paying any attention to this. In his usual out-of-it manner, he had his hands rammed in his pockets, head subconsciously bobbing ever so slightly, humming along to whatever tune popped up on shuffle. The strong sunlight - unusual for this time of year, but it went unaccounted for, Miles was, well, miles away - glittered and danced on the duct tape holding his headphones together on the left side. The tape was fraying at the edges, but Miles didn't notice - he was too busy viewing the back of his eyelids and not looking where he was going. This was probably not a great plan, but Miles couldn't be bothered with the alternative of looking where he was going and having to miss some of the song if he encountered someone. That would be, well, probably incredibly boring if he was to meet a lady; having to bow and scrape to some prissy little animal wasn't his style

Yeah, well, Miles was in a little world of his own, where all that mattered was the music slowly deafening him in both ears and the fluffy cuffed jacket he was wearing - his lovely neko jacket with the ears on it. How he loved it so; it was probably also the most well-cared for item in his possession. So much as a rip in the sleeve, a loose button, a thread hanging out and he'd be up in the early hours of the morning fixing it, eyes scrutinizing the sewing machine - occasionally just a needle and thread - as he painstakingly solved the problem. It was so warm. But that was beside the point. The hood was currently floating behind him, bouncing again his back as he walked, a few tangled strands of jet black hair hanging over his face. A smile played on his lips. Today was so quiet, so serene, it really seemed like nothing could go wro--

As if by magic, Miles' eyes flew open, to be greeted by the sight of earth rushing up to meet him. His leg had connected with something else.... leg-like. And small. And boney. But he would worry about that later. Realising his hands were still in his pockets, Miles pulled evasive manouveres - hands, contents of them and all, flailed out of his pockets and shot out in front of him, halting his fall. Not that much, but Miles managed to stop his face from being squished into the ground; tip of nose brushing the dirt and both wide eyes cross-eyed to focus on it. The shuddering halt had no stopped his headphones - and iPod - sailing aside and landing on a grassy knoll, and his hood from flicking forward. His body was just a couple of inches off the ground and though it was reasonably dry, he had no intention of getting himself that dirty. Turning his head to one side, Miles could see - via one eye - what - or rather who - he'd tripped over.

He leant back on his heels, kneeling in the soil, hood practically covering his face and called away apologetically, "Ah! Sorry! Wasn't looking where I was going," maybe that had been a tad too cheery - Miles dusted himself off and raised a hand in half greeting, half apology, "is your, uh, leg alright?" His eyes drifted to the boot print on the kid's trousers - but felt surprisingly little guilt. Oh well. That had to hurt, at least.

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stop calling, stop calling!
i don't wanna think any more. i left my head and
my heart on the dancefloor
tagged: shoko~ <3
muse: strong again - n-dubz
lyrics: telephone - lady gaga
notes: hope you don't mind me throwing miles in thar >3>
template: (c) me!