~Paper Hearts~

Started by lilbluecorsola March 10th, 2005 5:08 PM
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~Under the Sea~
Seen August 16th, 2016
Posted January 4th, 2006
140 posts
18.2 Years
A fic I wrote some time ago for Valentine's Day. (-^.^-)

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"What are you doing?"

I craned my neck, peering over her shoulder like a small child while I asked the question, genuinely curious. It was most likely something silly, a concoction of those foolish human minds down there. She had extensive knowledge of those bizarre, human traditions, and she'd baffled me many a time before with them. But these acts of behavior were her strangest so far.

She sat hunched over a piece of red construction paper, scribbling furiously with a colorful human writing utensil clutched in her furry paw, forged of wax and wrapped expertly in pink paper. Other man-made instruments were scattered around her, and I tested my own knowledge by identifying each one. Scissors for being dangerously handled and cutting others when not used properly, glue for getting into sticky messes, open containers half filled with sparkling powder to create an even bigger mess, and an assortment of multicolored drawing tools for marking things over and being an impossible pain to wash off. Wonderful.

Beside her was also stacked a large pile of parchment, the primary colors alternating of red, pink, and white. A smaller stack sat by her other side, each smoothly folded and cut neatly into a specific shape, obviously finished products.

She appeared to be blissfully intent on her work, oblivious to my words as she continued to color joyfully. I shrugged, and took the chance to leaf through her completions, selecting a piece of heavily decorated stationery to examine more closely. They were all folded in the classic greeting card manner, so I suppose it was the massive amount of sparkling silver glitter that caught my eye. I frowned at the shape of the paper, for it was a symbol I recognized. A 'heart', I once heard it was called, which was ridiculous, because it looked nothing like a real, beating heart, one which you used to survive in this cruel, dark world.

I was completely disgusted by now, but I still wondered, so I opened it up. The insides were heavily embellished with delicate lacy trimming, and even more tiny paper hearts encircled the short verse scrawled in the center. I recognized her loopy, somewhat sloppy handwriting, and so I scanned the lines, hoping they would at last clue me in.

Roses are Red
Violets are Blue
Sugar is Sweet
And so are you! =D


"Do you like it?"

I blinked, and stared at her in disbelief, while she gazed back at me innocently with bright, shimmering cobalt eyes. I sputtered, completely flabbergasted.

"What is this? That has to be the lamest poem I've ever read. Whatever is the point of it all?"

I realized immediately by her expression that she was hurt, but I stood firm by my words, unlike she would have done. However, she explained to me calmly and with her usual tone of pleasantness.

"It's for Valentine's Day, silly. A day where you express your love for others," she chimed.

Ah, yes. I'd heard of such a holiday. But how could she be so naive? It was foolish to pore over such paltry things during these dark times.

"Valentine's Day is a load of Tauros," I retorted, my foul mood worsening.

But, as usual, her response to my impropriety was a high, childish giggle as she rose off the invisible floor and hovered near me.

"It is not," she insisted with overwhelming feminine firmness.

I snorted, and dove into another one of our conflicting arguments, attempting to convince her to realize the truth. "Those heartbroken people down there, they understand. This holiday is only supposed to make them feel worse."

She paused for a bit, considering, then spoke again. "But it's meant to celebrate all forms of love. For family, and for friends." Her eyes lingered on me sadly for a moment.

It was my turn to hesitate, rapidly concocting another discouraging remark. "Well, it's still pointless, I replied at last, though a little lamely. What difference will it make? People should celebrate love everyday if thats the case. There will still be so many more days of hate." I scowled triumphantly; confident I was correct this time.

She paused again, remaining silent for a moment. This wasnt so unusual, but even her antsy wiggling movements from side to side ceased, which surprised me, for she was just like a child, always restless. She gazed ruefully at me with those large, brilliant blue eyes, glimmering in the thin beams of light cast from the tiny scintillating points all around us. She spoke softly, with the maturity and assurance I knew she was capable of, but had rarely ever displayed except during these times when she found it crucial to prove something to me.

Is that any reason to hate one day of love?

I had no ready response for this. She had not denied my statement, yet at the same time, proven me wrong, and that put me in a difficult position to retaliate. At awkward moments like these when I refused to admit, I found a sour, undaunted silence to be extremely effective, which I retained for the next few minutes.

But even though no words were spoken, and she had resumed her carefree somersaults throughout the air out of boredom, I found myself slowly succumbing to her overwhelming, silent persuasion, despite my efforts to resist. It was amazing how she was able to achieve my submission, and seemingly without any effort. But there was something about her that made her just that way. It was perplexing and frustrating, but I always found myself not at all resentful for it.

I watched her antics quietly with a stony expression, although I was aware there was little point in continuing the charade. Still, I had a reputation to uphold, and it gave me a chance to mull things over. I watched her spin throughout the air, improvising one of her childish little dances, her furry pink tail flicking out in different directions. Even though I did not approve of such senseless motions, in that bizarre, mysterious way of hers, it was winning me over.

When she finally realized that I had no intention of speaking, she halted, hovering in place, studying me intently. Then, her head thrust forward, the rest of her feline body following as she dipped back towards the earth. Picking up the pile of paper hearts in her arms, she banked upwards again and in one elegant swoop.

Drifting towards me with the usual cheerful expression on her face, she beamed as she handed me a carnation colored card.

Happy Valentines Day, she announced, smiling sweetly.

I blinked at the offering, and I accepted it dumbly, examining the rosy hue. Pink. Id always detested that color, yet at that moment, I didnt seem to mind it as much as I should have.

She continued to watch me with those eager, beautiful blue eyes, anticipating my reaction. Not wanting to disappoint her, I opened the heart to the inside, and slowly read the verse she had written. It was just as silly and unoriginal as the first one, but the lines had a new meaning for me now. I now understood the true purpose of the holiday, and I felt myself melting at last to her charm.

Roses are Red
Violets are Blue
We may be different
But I love you Mewtwo.

Happy Valentines Day. ~<3
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Heh, again I like his reaction to the silliness of her poem, but at the same time, I love how she managed to just get in that one simple retort that he couldn't counter, and how at the end it has a new meaning for him.
Awesome, as usual, Blue.

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Posted January 4th, 2006
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18.2 Years
Heh, again I like his reaction to the silliness of her poem, but at the same time, I love how she managed to just get in that one simple retort that he couldn't counter, and how at the end it has a new meaning for him.
Awesome, as usual, Blue.

~Chibi~
=D Whee, thanks for reviewing Chibi! *Supa Lolly*