http://clampfix.fanworks.net/x-fix/sparks.txt </head><body><pre>have: angsty songfic. lyrics: Sparks by Royksopp. summary: short and pointless. possibly entertaining in a melancholic way for about five minutes. dedication: to Taryn. happy valentine's day. Sparks - by malike- A lighter scratched a spark in a familiar way, lit the gas, and produced a flame. A lonesome radio played unfamiliar music in the adjacent balcony that belonged to Subaru's neighbour. Most music was unfamiliar to Subaru, for he preferred reading to most activities. And cigarettes to reading. The balconies in the apartment building were all small, and exceedingly uncomfortable to spend time in for any longer than the length of a cigarette. Inhale .. / no matter gay or grim; it's those tiny little sparks / daily life that makes me forget my wounded heart / / it doesn't matter when it may rain or it may shine / blurred memories of us come back from time to time / It was an early spring evening in Tokyo. The city below Subaru was a neon light maze, the city above him was dark and clouded, with apartment windows for stars. It was still his city and he liked to watch it. This Tokyo. His true love. Subaru had fallen instantly during his first visit. True love indeed. Exhale .. / no matter gay or grim; it's those tiny little sparks / daily life that makes me forget my soaky heart / / it doesn't matter when it may rain or it may shine / you will always be here, stolen inside my mind / Inhale .. The smoke dreamed itself away with the light wind. Subaru watched it go listlessly, like it had been his own wretched soul that had just breathed itself out and now remained weak at the mercy of the breeze that was tearing it apart. Lost in his thoughts, Subaru didn't notice himself listening to the faint music from next door. His body was reacting to the strong bass in small ways. The fingers of his vacant hand were tapping with the lazy rhythm. His sense of rhythm had always been excellent, if his ear for music hadn't. For how long can you lock yourself in your home, eat canned tuna and smoke cigarettes. And if you stop doing that, what next. _Why anything_ next. Lack of purpose, content and spirit. Lack of direction. He was like a clock that had stopped. For a long time, Subaru had wanted to place the clock on the rail of the balcony and give it a slight push. Exhale .. / can i gave all my love to such a man? / tell me what i'm dreaming of .. / Then he'd remembered the case he'd worked on right before he'd met with the other Dragons of Heaven. It was peculiar that he had been given the job on the day he had met Seishirou again. Love could resurrect a person, but for all Subaru knew, that happened once in a thousand years, and one man had already been reincarnated during this millennium. Inhale .. / maybe in a thousand years you'll be here / maybe it will end in a thousand tears / Subaru disliked the idea of going anywhere, leaving the apartment. He didn't want to talk about his stupid, sentimental ideas with anyone. He absolutely hated the idea of having to explain his heart to anyone. It was his heart, and he had never intended to give it or its contents to anyone else, save one. Exhale .. / can i be so in love? / Inhale .. Exhale .. ---------------------end . . . comments & CRitique accepted gladly malike -- malice@bdb.fi</pre><p><a href="./">Back</a></p><p><a href=http://www.dreamhost.com/donate.cgi?id=216><img border=0 alt="Donate towards our web hosting bill!" src=https://secure.newdream.net/donate1.gif></a></p></body></html>