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Sawdust

January 19, 2011 / the dusty corners of my brain

Used to getting his way with little resistance, Domyoji Tsukasa can't stand anything he can't master, be it a person or a concept, a skill or a thought. Anger is an easy reaction, for it gives results as swiftly as he can summon it. People have been trying to placate him with the stupidest platitudes as far as he can remember, and to that, his answer is an even fiercer rage.

His friends are wrong, but he can't explain why he despised those desperate, dog-like eyes set before him. He doesn't know how he knows that her callused grip is strong for her little girl shapelessness. He can't explain why his thighs tensed at the sight of her slim legs, why he knew her skinniness will both hurt him and drive him crazy. He shuts his eyes against the flash of her nose against his, much too close to not be some mistake. They are wrong because these images stand alone, stay briefly, and go away to leave bits of her to scatter in his brain like sawdust.

She is a conundrum worthy of a thousand temper tantrums, so they had to be wrong.

He'd have remembered someone like her.

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