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redheadcarrier) wrote2016-09-10 06:14 pm
redheadcarrier) wrote2016-09-10 06:14 pm
Crush Intensifies
When the world fell apart (for the second time), Asuka decided she was done with saving the world. No more being a hero. No more putting herself in danger for a bunch of ungrateful morons who she was never going to meet anyway. No, when the world finally got back to a place where it made sense, she was just going to try and live a relatively normal life. Finish school (not that she really needed it), get a job, try to sort out everything. Try to get her head back on straight. As much as she denied it to herself and to the rest of the world, she knew that she was a little fucked in the head. She'd had conversations about it with Kaworu. She'd opened herself up to Tenjou. She'd found a friend in Maryam. Half of it had ended up a waste of time, as far as she was concerned, but when the world finally stopped spinning and she was on her way back to normalcy, they kept her sane.
Lately, it was one specific person who was keeping her sane. Utena. As damaged as they both were ("I'm so fucked up"), they were both veterans of their weird, strange time in Exsilium and ending up in the same place after all of it finally went poof was their luck of the draw. Asuka kept in touch, considering that Tenjou was a friend and one of the few people she felt like she could actually confide in. To almost everyone else around her, Asuka kept on trying to be that arrogant, hot-headed girl that she'd started out as years and years ago. It was easier than trying to change (or felt like it, anyway).
So she spent a lot of her spare time bumming around with Utena, at least when she had the chance. It almost felt normal. They did relatively normal things, like get tea, talk about the weather, go running together. Just normal, every-day stuff that you'd expect a pair of young women to do when they hung out. It was almost like the last three-quarters of her life hadn't actually happened (except for all of the memories and the psychological trauma).
Except something had changed.
Asuka wasn't sure when things had started turning over in her head or when she'd started becoming one of those people. Maybe she wasn't one of them, maybe it was just Utena. She didn't know. All she knew was that Tenjou was becoming the highlight of her week. She wanted to be around her, she wanted to be close to her, she wanted to spend time wit hher. None of that would've been too weird, but every time she saw Tenjou, she swore that her heart skipped a beat or her face flushed and sometimes (sometimes) she found herself lying in bed at night and staring at the ceiling and wondering if Tenjou was thinking about her.
Why her?
Asuka acted like nothing had changed, though. She kept going over for visits. Like this one. She was supposed to help Tenjou put together a little dinner, maybe zone out for a bit, try to act like they were perfectly normal teenage girls with no super horrible things in their pasts.
Ha.
Asuka rings the doorbell for the second time, toe tapping against the pavement. Maybe she can spin her nervousness into irritation and anger. That always seemed to work for her before.
Lately, it was one specific person who was keeping her sane. Utena. As damaged as they both were ("I'm so fucked up"), they were both veterans of their weird, strange time in Exsilium and ending up in the same place after all of it finally went poof was their luck of the draw. Asuka kept in touch, considering that Tenjou was a friend and one of the few people she felt like she could actually confide in. To almost everyone else around her, Asuka kept on trying to be that arrogant, hot-headed girl that she'd started out as years and years ago. It was easier than trying to change (or felt like it, anyway).
So she spent a lot of her spare time bumming around with Utena, at least when she had the chance. It almost felt normal. They did relatively normal things, like get tea, talk about the weather, go running together. Just normal, every-day stuff that you'd expect a pair of young women to do when they hung out. It was almost like the last three-quarters of her life hadn't actually happened (except for all of the memories and the psychological trauma).
Except something had changed.
Asuka wasn't sure when things had started turning over in her head or when she'd started becoming one of those people. Maybe she wasn't one of them, maybe it was just Utena. She didn't know. All she knew was that Tenjou was becoming the highlight of her week. She wanted to be around her, she wanted to be close to her, she wanted to spend time wit hher. None of that would've been too weird, but every time she saw Tenjou, she swore that her heart skipped a beat or her face flushed and sometimes (sometimes) she found herself lying in bed at night and staring at the ceiling and wondering if Tenjou was thinking about her.
Why her?
Asuka acted like nothing had changed, though. She kept going over for visits. Like this one. She was supposed to help Tenjou put together a little dinner, maybe zone out for a bit, try to act like they were perfectly normal teenage girls with no super horrible things in their pasts.
Ha.
Asuka rings the doorbell for the second time, toe tapping against the pavement. Maybe she can spin her nervousness into irritation and anger. That always seemed to work for her before.