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Inspired
by the lyrics of Jann Arden. If there are rules to songfics, I don't
know them—but this has been begging to be written for days.

Insensitive

How do you cool your lips,

After
a summer’s kiss?

“Aya-kun,
that was mean.”

“Worked,
though!” Ken pushed through his laughter. “Damn, Aya,
you really are heartless.”

Aya
watched the woman hurry off, wet and embarrassed, while his blonde
teammate tried to coolly light a soggy cigarette, ignoring the drip
from his sweater.

“Hn.”

How
do you rid the sweat,

After
the body bliss?

“Ayyy-aaannnn!
I just got in!”

“Now
you're getting out.” Aya grabbed the convenient
ponytail the blonde hadn't removed—and pulled. “You're
not the only one who wants hot water.”

“Ayyy-aaannn!
Hidoi!”

How do you turn your
eyes,

From
the romantic glare?

“Whatcha
reading?”

The
Parisian is to the Frenchman what the Athenian was to the Greek: no
one sleeps more soundly than he, no one is more frankly frivolous and
lazy than he, no one can better assume the air of forgetfulness--

“Come
on, Ayan, what are you reading?”

--let
him not be trusted nevertheless; he is ready for any sort of cool
deed; but when there is glory at the end of it, he is worthy of
admiration in every sort of fury.

“Les
Miserables? Wow, it's huge.”

Give
him a pike, he will produce the 10th of August; give him a gun, you
will have Austerlitz. He is Napoleon's stay and Danton's resource. Is
it a question of country, he enlists; is it a question of liberty, he
tears up the pavements.

“Hey,
that's a movie, isn't it? I'll go rent it if you'll make popcorn.”

Beware!
his hair filled with wrath, is epic; his blouse drapes itself like
the folds of a chlamys. Take care! he will make of the first Rue
Grenetat which comes to hand Caudine Forks. When the hour strikes,
this man--

“You'd
know how it ends tonight, instead of three weeks from now.”

“Kudou,”
Aya lowered the book, “I know how it ends. I have read it
before. I have also watched the movie, which completely destroyed
everything of value within the book. It is, however, perfectly on a
par with your intellect. Enjoy.”

“Ayy-ann...”

How
do you block the sound,

Of
a voice you’d know anywhere?

“Buy
something or leave!”

Oh,
I really should have known,

By
the time you drove me home,

“Thanks
for coming for me, Ayan. I thought you were going to leave me
there.”

“You
are aware Omi has exams starting Monday.”

“Well,
what was I supposed to do? You shut your phone off.”

By
the vagueness in your eyes,

Your
casual good-byes,

“Come
on, Ayan, I can't manage the stairs. Help me?”

Aya
walked past the blonde and up the stairs.

“Call
Omi.”

By
the chill in your embrace,

The
expression on your face,

“Do
you have to act like it's so horrible to touch me?” Kudou
called after him. “I don't have any nasty diseases, you know.”

That
told me,

Maybe
you might have some advice to give,

On
how to be,

Insensitive.

“Damn
but you're a cold bastard. How the hell do you do it?”

“Shut
up, Kudou, you'll wake Ken and Omi. Again.”

“Then
help me!”

Aya
decided there were advantages to helping the drunken bastard up the
stairs.

How
do you numb your skin,

After
the warmest touch?

“Itai!
K'so, Aya, when did you get as clumsy as Ken?”

How
do you slow your blood,

After
the body rush?

Step,
turn, block. Slice, slice, step, turn. Again. Salutation. Slice
left, slice right, block high, block low, turn--

“Thought
you were going to bed.”

Slice,
slice, turn, block--

“I
know I am. Sunrise is way over-rated. Wanna tuck me in?”

Block,
stab, swing, step--

How
do you free your soul,

After
you’ve found a friend?

“Aya--”

“Move,
Kudou.”

“Come
on, Ayan, it'll be fun. You enjoyed the festival last time.”

Aya
walked around the blonde and into his room. Kudou followed him.

How
do you teach your heart,

It’s
a crime to fall in love again?

“We
used to be friends, Aya. Why can't we at least--”

“Go
find a bimbo, Kudou, I'm busy.”

Oh,
you probably won’t remember me.

It’s
probably ancient history.

“Doing
what? You spend enough time in here lately, whatever it is ought to
be done ten times over.”

“Get
out, Kudou.”

I’m
one of the chosen few,

Who
went ahead and fell for you.

“Snarl
all you want, Aya, I'm going to talk—Itai! Will you stop
hitting me?”

“Get.
Out.”

I’m
out of vogue, I’m out of touch.

I
fell too fast, I feel too much.

“Damn
it, Aya, talk to me! I can't take this anymore, you're driving me
crazy!”

I
thought that you might have,

Some
advice to give,

on
how to be,

Insensitive.

“There
is nothing to talk about.”

Oh,
I really should have known,

By
the time you drove me home,

By
the vagueness in your eyes,

Your
casual good-byes.

“Nothing?
Fine. Fuck you, you icy bastard. Freeze yourself till something
falls off.”

By
the chill in your embrace,

The
expression on your face,

Despite
what he'd said, Kudou stared for a long moment. Then he turned away
and slammed the door behind him.

That
told me,

Maybe
you might have some advice to give,

On
how to be,

Insensitive.

Aya
sank down next to his bed, put his arms on his knees and his face on
his arms.

Friends. They'd been friends.

He really was going to ask Kudou how the fuck he could just forget.

*****

“Insensitive”
is by Jann Arden

Les
Miserables is, of course, by Victor Hugo.
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