{ Kusano } Crepito
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fliccuTitle; Crepito
Pairing; None
Rating; G
Genre; Angst
Disclaimer; JE = Not mine
Notes; Okay so this is uhmm.. completely er.. a weird.. piece of.. something. I seriously don't know what the point of this fic is so if any of you find it prease to be letting me know. It's just an image I've had festering in my head for a while and I always feel guilty when I don't update for a whilebut who cares cos my fics are freakin short anyway so here you go ~ ♥
Creak…
Creak…
Creak…
The steady creaking of the park swing was the only thing Kusano could hear as he rocked slowly; backwards and forwards, backwards and forwards. The chains securing the seat to the frame clanged together heavily, like desolate music to the young boy’s ears.
He’d spent many days here since his suspension, the empty park becoming a frequent haunt for Kusano. It was bleak and deserted, just like his life. It gave him time to think, something he’d been doing far too much of lately.
His torn sneakers scuffed at the ground, small clouds of dust rising into the air and falling before they’d gotten very far. This was his life, this park a caricature of who he was. No… what he’d become. Before he was a flower, blossoming in the light of the sun, but now… now his sun had been taken away, replaced by pressing coldness.
Kusano turned his head to watch as a decaying leaf was lifted by the wind, lifted and lifted before it was discarded, crumpling against the hard ground. With a shudder he turned away, eyes rising beyond the dirty silver of the chain link fence and beyond.
There were no birds, no children laughing, no sunlight breaking through the clouds to give him hope. He was alone, broken and discarded, no use to anyone. Forgotten, abandoned, obliterated. Crushed, like a bug underfoot.
His only company was the steady creaking of the park swing as he rocked slowly; backwards and forwards, backwards and forwards.
Creak…
Creak…
Creak…
And it was slowly driving him insane.
Pairing; None
Rating; G
Genre; Angst
Disclaimer; JE = Not mine
Notes; Okay so this is uhmm.. completely er.. a weird.. piece of.. something. I seriously don't know what the point of this fic is so if any of you find it prease to be letting me know. It's just an image I've had festering in my head for a while and I always feel guilty when I don't update for a while
Creak…
Creak…
Creak…
The steady creaking of the park swing was the only thing Kusano could hear as he rocked slowly; backwards and forwards, backwards and forwards. The chains securing the seat to the frame clanged together heavily, like desolate music to the young boy’s ears.
He’d spent many days here since his suspension, the empty park becoming a frequent haunt for Kusano. It was bleak and deserted, just like his life. It gave him time to think, something he’d been doing far too much of lately.
His torn sneakers scuffed at the ground, small clouds of dust rising into the air and falling before they’d gotten very far. This was his life, this park a caricature of who he was. No… what he’d become. Before he was a flower, blossoming in the light of the sun, but now… now his sun had been taken away, replaced by pressing coldness.
Kusano turned his head to watch as a decaying leaf was lifted by the wind, lifted and lifted before it was discarded, crumpling against the hard ground. With a shudder he turned away, eyes rising beyond the dirty silver of the chain link fence and beyond.
There were no birds, no children laughing, no sunlight breaking through the clouds to give him hope. He was alone, broken and discarded, no use to anyone. Forgotten, abandoned, obliterated. Crushed, like a bug underfoot.
His only company was the steady creaking of the park swing as he rocked slowly; backwards and forwards, backwards and forwards.
Creak…
Creak…
Creak…
And it was slowly driving him insane.
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Date: 2007-07-02 03:20 pm (UTC)AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHA OUGAD, THE IMAGES OF PI JOGGING IN A PINK SHELL SUIT XDDDDDDDDDDDD *BURNS OUT MY EYES*no subject
Date: 2007-07-02 09:01 pm (UTC)AHAHAHAHAHAHAH XDDDDD PI IN A PINK JOGGING SUIT!! THAT ALONE WOULD MAKE KUSANO STOP EMOING