Here I will post my collection of drabbles and short stories about the girl/girl pairing of Kouya and Yamato from Loveless. These can also be found on my writing journal here.
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The stains on her shirt were more than coffee. Her napkin came away with brown, but the stains on her heart could not be wiped away. Mirrors never lie. Her name was fading, like frost on glass during winter. She stared at the smooth skin above her breast (memories of Kouya's lips, heat like sunburn, her heart aflame). Though she smiled, today her heart was cold.
Yamato was good at keeping secrets. She didn't tell the girls at her school what she thought of them, or that it wasn't a boy who took her ears away. She didn't tell her foster parents why she stayed out so late, or who her bespectacled friend really was. Sometimes Yamato wished she could be like Kouya, who never lied and never pretended to be anything she was not. Yamato kept up her facade every day, and only Kouya could see through it to who she was inside.
But now she wasn't sure how long this would last. She had already proven she was a weak sacrifice. She wanted nothing less than to hold Kouya back. Kouya, whose tears she had kissed away and who had held her with understanding, loved her like no one else had or ever would. Kouya, who would be loyal to her to the end.
Her Kouya.
And today would change everything. Because though cold water could heal the pain in her skin, it would not heal the pain she felt inside. Without a name, she was lost. She was only a scared girl named Yamato.
"I would make you mine, all of you."
She leaned against the mirror, fighting the tears. Her lips brushed the cold surface, as Kouya's face appeared behind her closed eyes.
"You're not mine," she whispered. Not when my name is gone.
When the stain had faded, she went back to the Aoyagi boy, her face smiling while her heart was screaming.
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Under My Skin
The stains on her shirt were more than coffee. Her napkin came away with brown, but the stains on her heart could not be wiped away. Mirrors never lie. Her name was fading, like frost on glass during winter. She stared at the smooth skin above her breast (memories of Kouya's lips, heat like sunburn, her heart aflame). Though she smiled, today her heart was cold.
Yamato was good at keeping secrets. She didn't tell the girls at her school what she thought of them, or that it wasn't a boy who took her ears away. She didn't tell her foster parents why she stayed out so late, or who her bespectacled friend really was. Sometimes Yamato wished she could be like Kouya, who never lied and never pretended to be anything she was not. Yamato kept up her facade every day, and only Kouya could see through it to who she was inside.
But now she wasn't sure how long this would last. She had already proven she was a weak sacrifice. She wanted nothing less than to hold Kouya back. Kouya, whose tears she had kissed away and who had held her with understanding, loved her like no one else had or ever would. Kouya, who would be loyal to her to the end.
Her Kouya.
And today would change everything. Because though cold water could heal the pain in her skin, it would not heal the pain she felt inside. Without a name, she was lost. She was only a scared girl named Yamato.
"I would make you mine, all of you."
She leaned against the mirror, fighting the tears. Her lips brushed the cold surface, as Kouya's face appeared behind her closed eyes.
"You're not mine," she whispered. Not when my name is gone.
When the stain had faded, she went back to the Aoyagi boy, her face smiling while her heart was screaming.
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