all to MYSELF-- [Masaaki]

[SANTA IZUMI ALCHERI]

I'm half asleep and I'm wide-awake
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This habit is always so hard to break

Click-clack-click-click-clack… The young woman paused in mid-typing and looked at the dim monitor through a pair of thin wire glasses, checking her work so far and then let out a soft sigh of annoyance. The battery was going to be giving out soon, but it’s no wonder though… it’s been off its charger for at least three hours now. Which meant that the young woman had been at the small and crowded café for at least two hours, but she’d been up since the crack of dawn… A forceful yawn had wiggled its way out of her throat, reminding her of the hours she’d lost due to this job… To this damn obsession I’ve gave up sleep. The young woman saved her work before shutting her fancy notebook down and putting it back into its case. Then slipped her glasses off, revealing weary eyes. A quick motion of the wrist and her glasses were also put away. Once she finished packing her things away, the woman prop her elbows up on the table and rest her chin on top of her folded hands. She stared out the window, watching people passing by, walking on a batch of freshly new snow… It is really winter…

Winter, the time when Mother Nature takes a break and sleeps… When Old Man Winter decides it’s time to be an nuisance for all who hate his nipping chills… Funny thing though is that while most hate the bitter cold and the numbing snow, there are those who see the Winter Wonder Land, the pureness of the freshly fallen white snow. Oh just how lovely it is to be blinded by such a holy scene… A low chuckle came from the woman’s lips that were curling up at the amusing thought. Then a quick flash back made the corners of her grin curl back down into a small grimace. A small chill ran down her spine, the reminder of being out in the cold while in cloths soaked with water. I should have thank that woman...

The signs of irritation appeared on her forehead in the forms of stress wrinkles… perhaps she even had a strand of gray hair or two. Being overworked, overstressed, and lack of sleep were aging her quickly, but it was a part of her plans… her plans of becoming an old maid. She is already and will be signal, seeing that her job steals most of her time to socialize and sleep, beside it was hard to find a good toy guy these day. Oh the woes of my damn love life. The words of acidity were uttered under her breath, but someone close enough could probably have heard it. Not that she cared… she’d never cared for other who’s thoughts were meaningless to her at the moment, but she kept them in mind… they always came in handy later on. Another yawn slipped out of her mouth, this time she didn’t do anything to stop it. So anybody and everybody could have heard it. Meh, she still didn’t care even with glances from others. This is boring…

I like to push it and push it
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Count: 517
Muse: Sleepy
Tags: Masaaki
Notes: This is going to be fun.
Title/Lyrics © Marianas Trench

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[MASAAKI HOTAKA TSUKIOMI]

Are they only just empty words?
What do we really have?

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Snow in Italia…No matter how many times he sees it, it would always remain beautiful in his eyes, the white fluff in his surroundings being more than just coldness falling upon the earth. He loved it and could never get enough of it, especially when it covered the buildings and landscapes for the city of Milan. The place was already great in itself, yet he always found it even more attractive in his eyes seeing it covered in pure white. He was strange to even think such things really, probably being the only person who enjoyed it, yet he did not mind dressing up more heavily just to walk outside. It was a small price to pay for him to enjoy such things, the male never passing up an opportunity to take a nice stroll amongst its cool nature. The only sad thing about this was that he could not enjoy this walk with his ‘little sister’.

It was strange really, but for some reason Masaaki still had a sort of Christmas spirit within him, despite the reality that the holiday had long ago. Nonetheless, the male was feeling particularly generous and thoughtful, wanting to find something to give his little lady. With all the snow falling about and it being February, how could he not have such feelings? It was the month of love and affection, the month where people express their love to those that were rather important to them, especially those of the opposite gender. With Valentines just around the corner, he just had the urge to get her something, even though it was really just a small simple yet fitting gift to give her as a way to say thanks. He did love her after all, though not exactly in the way that would get him kicked out of the academy for holding such feelings. Most people probably have caught on that he treats her like his sister, always watching out for her and taking care of her to the point he could be spoiling her too much. Not that he really cared since he was enjoying himself, making his butler experience something worth remembering while he was still there.

A soft yawn escaped his lips as he stretched his arms out, the male feeling particularly exhausted after going around one place to another as he looked for a nice thing to give. Sadly, he was not having that much luck, the male being a little too picky with what to get for her. It was easy to get a box of chocolates or even flowers, but those things were ephemeral, only lasting for a while before fading away. Though giving such things was a standard, he wanted to present her something that she could keep, especially after they part ways. Sadly, even his semi-feminine mind could not think of anything good, his perfectionist ways getting the best of him. Propping himself upon a bench to take a quick break from his stroll around the grand mall, he heaved a sigh as he felt some exhaustion, unable to think of what would be good. Even if she seemed like the type to be pleased by anything, he still wanted to get something special. Perhaps, today just wasn’t really his day. As he watched over at some of the people around him, he noticed one women make a big yawn, the male shaking his head lightly.

At least Xeno is more lady-like…

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Each one pulls us closer
To what we are looking for.

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| Tagged | Santa
| Words | 575
| Music | NONE
| Notes | Sorry for the delay.
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