moe81 | holic drabble

Title: Miss You

Rating: G

Pairing: Doumeki --> Watanuki

A/N: Angst…with a side of cute.

Even now I can still taste you, feel your presence.

It was your flailing ways that never failed to get my attention. You don’t know - or at least I never told you and I really wish I had - before you came spinning stupidly into my life, people never held my interest. You yelled, you screamed and when you didn’t say anything, you were loudest of all. There was no way to avoid hearing you and in no short time, I didn’t even bother trying.

It’s so damn quiet.

There were times – and how I always hoped for more – when you would say something so ridiculous, that I had the urge to laugh. Me, laugh. A concept that was so alien it always shocked me a little. I had facial expressions around you, often. I remember every one of them because it was so strange.

When was the last time I smiled?

Oi, I found this cat the other day. It was underfed, dirty and pathetic, all black with mismatched eyes. Not something you see every day. It looked on the verge of passing on and I’ve always found that animals in that state seem to be attracted to me. It’s not a big deal but I just sometimes wish that I could do a little more for them. When I offered my hand, it cowered back amongst the garbage cans and it looked as if it was glaring at me. Odd.

I figured since there wasn’t much I could do for it anyway, I’d leave it be in its last days. Or I would have, if the scrawny creature hadn’t followed me home.

When I offered it milk, it seemed to turn its pink nose up at me and I could have sworn that it sighed in exasperation. I wasn’t overly worried about it but then its attitude…changed, and I think that may have freaked me out a little.

It began having fits – yowling at nothing, fur puffing up when it looked at me – for no reason but at the same time, it was clinging to my clothes. Never latched onto my skin though and it just seemed to hang on for dear life. Really didn’t want to let go.

I guess I do smile on occasion because when it acts that way, I’m reminded of you. Would you mind being compared to a skinny puffball?

When I talk to you like this – can you hear me wherever you are? – I pat it and I’m sure it wants to try and take a bite out of my fingers and that’s when I feel close to you. I can imagine the look on your face when I say this and it never fails to amuse me.

Where are you right now?

The night’s coming to a close, so I suppose I should sleep but I’m afraid of losing your image – spinning, flailing, annoyed – but then, I guess I can see you in my dreams. It’s the only place that I can meet you now and fool myself into believing that you’re still here, with me.

I am going to find you again, I promise. Be careful, idiot.