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writetomyheart2013-07-11 07:22 pm
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[Team 3] Can You See Through Me?
This was the best I could come up with right now;;
It was one of the reasons they were so close, Ueda figured, the fact that Nakamaru rarely asked questions. Or rather, it was because Nakamaru knew when to stop, knew when Ueda wanted to be left alone, just knew. Nakamaru was unlike others in that he didn’t fire a constant stream of questions - questions made Ueda shrink back even further, causing the distance to widen even further. Instead, their time together was often spent in silence, or talking about mundane things; the weather, for instance, or the cute dog that Nakamaru passed on his way to work that morning. It was these times that Ueda appreciated the most; the quiet times, the stupid discussions and even the petty arguments, because there was no expectation for him to relinquish a piece of himself in the process.
Sometimes it backfired, because there were times Ueda wanted Nakamaru’s advice on something, but he didn’t know how to bring the subject up, and of course Nakamaru didn’t ask. Still, it probably worked out for the best, because Ueda wouldn’t have a clue where to start anyway.
So Ueda was surprised when one day, Nakamaru suddenly fixed him with a pointed stare, and demanded to know what was wrong.
Caught off guard, Ueda had to work hard to ensure his face betrayed no sign of it. “What makes you think something is wrong?”
Nakamaru sighed, frustrated, running a hand through his hair. “Must we continue to do this?”
“Continue to do what?” he asked in the same deadpanned voice.
Nakamaru practically growled as he glared at Ueda. “I- You- Just-” He gave up then, the scowl on his face growing bigger as he tried to hide his helplessness.
Ueda remained silent too, part of him pleased to see Nakamaru at a loss for words, the other half guilty because Nakamaru cared too much. Ueda knew that Nakamaru observed him carefully, listened to the meaning behind Ueda’s words, and that he probably knew more about Ueda than anybody else. Eventually Ueda began to slip in remarks here and there, like throwing him bait, wanting to see if Nakamaru would understand, and how he would react. Judging from his expressions, Nakamaru understood perfectly, but neither of them ever said anything more. Ueda wasn’t sure what prompted his outburst, so he waited.
Your turn,![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
arashijun.
It was one of the reasons they were so close, Ueda figured, the fact that Nakamaru rarely asked questions. Or rather, it was because Nakamaru knew when to stop, knew when Ueda wanted to be left alone, just knew. Nakamaru was unlike others in that he didn’t fire a constant stream of questions - questions made Ueda shrink back even further, causing the distance to widen even further. Instead, their time together was often spent in silence, or talking about mundane things; the weather, for instance, or the cute dog that Nakamaru passed on his way to work that morning. It was these times that Ueda appreciated the most; the quiet times, the stupid discussions and even the petty arguments, because there was no expectation for him to relinquish a piece of himself in the process.
Sometimes it backfired, because there were times Ueda wanted Nakamaru’s advice on something, but he didn’t know how to bring the subject up, and of course Nakamaru didn’t ask. Still, it probably worked out for the best, because Ueda wouldn’t have a clue where to start anyway.
So Ueda was surprised when one day, Nakamaru suddenly fixed him with a pointed stare, and demanded to know what was wrong.
Caught off guard, Ueda had to work hard to ensure his face betrayed no sign of it. “What makes you think something is wrong?”
Nakamaru sighed, frustrated, running a hand through his hair. “Must we continue to do this?”
“Continue to do what?” he asked in the same deadpanned voice.
Nakamaru practically growled as he glared at Ueda. “I- You- Just-” He gave up then, the scowl on his face growing bigger as he tried to hide his helplessness.
Ueda remained silent too, part of him pleased to see Nakamaru at a loss for words, the other half guilty because Nakamaru cared too much. Ueda knew that Nakamaru observed him carefully, listened to the meaning behind Ueda’s words, and that he probably knew more about Ueda than anybody else. Eventually Ueda began to slip in remarks here and there, like throwing him bait, wanting to see if Nakamaru would understand, and how he would react. Judging from his expressions, Nakamaru understood perfectly, but neither of them ever said anything more. Ueda wasn’t sure what prompted his outburst, so he waited.
Your turn,
arashijun.