#4 karma
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I know I didn't update in quite a while but I had to study for my graduation exams (they're over! I just have an oral exam left in May!), I've been sick two times and my dear Ala hasn't had very much time either. I'll try to pick it up again, but I can't promise anything, because I have to study biology for my last exam, and we are making our house dog-proof, since we'll get our puppy in less than two weeks now. I also have to read a big book about dogtraining...
But, anyway, enjoy this drabble!
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Love, Vanilla Prinzess
#4 Karma
Vicious Circle
It was a peaceful evening. The noise of the buzzing cars on the streets died down and the sinking sun painted the arcade in a warm golden light. Only a few customers dwindled in the shop, enjoying their meals and talking quietly. A soft sigh escaped Mamoru's lips as he looked out of the window. What a perfect day.
With a small –swoosh– the automatic doors opened and a girl stepped inside. Keeping her back to the counter and resting her elbows on the shining countertop, she lifted her chin a little bit, so that all of her face was bathed in sunlight, and thus copied Mamoru‘s sun-soaking pose as she sat down next to him.
Mamoru had watched her come in, expecting the peaceful calm to be shattered, but when she closed her eyes to fully absorb every little ray of sunlight that filtered in, he followed her example. Minutes went by as Tokyo's most infamous enemies sat in silence next to one another, illuminated by the soft, warm yellow-red of the sun.
“You know, we're caught in a bad-karma circle.“
Blinking, Mamoru opened his eyes and moved his head just as much as needed to look at her. Her eyes were still closed and she almost looked as if she was sleeping. “What do you mean?,“ he murmured gently, the warmth of the sun making him drowsy.
“Our relationship. It's a vicious circle made up of bad karma. You know karma: what goes around, comes around?“ Her eyelids fluttered open and she looked into his blue eyes, in which golden points of sunlight danced.
He nodded. „Yeah, but I still don't get it.“
She sighed and looked away from his face, which glowed like that of a Greek god, out of the big window ahead of her. “Well, see, whenever you tease me, I tease you back. What goes around comes around. Easy as that.“ She looked at him out of the corner of her eye. „So, I figured out how to escape this circle and finally lead a peaceful life again. Want to hear it?“
Again, he nodded slowly.
„Okay. Now, since it was your bad karma that started this circle--“
His head snapped around and he glared at, his face bearing no traces of its previous contentedness. “My bad karma?“
She ignored his objection and continued, “- I think it is only fair that I get one last, good blow at you, and then we just stop and be nice to each other.“
“Wait a minute, Odango. Why was it my bad karma?,“ Mamoru demanded indignantly.
Usagi‘s eyebrows rose at the harsh sound of Mamoru’s voice, but she explained anyway. “My paper hit you first, so you had bad karma around you. I don't know what you did, but somehow me hitting you was the revenge for something you did-“
“Maybe it was the other way around. You meeting me was the revenge for some bad karma you gathered around you. For not studying and getting an F, perhaps?“
“No way!,“ Usagi's voice echoed throughout the arcade, shattering the silence. “You don't get bad karma for bad grades, you get it for doing bad things. As a matter of fact, I happen to be a very kind person, thank you very much. It has to be you!“
“As a matter of fact, I happen to be a very kind person, too.“ Mamoru grinned wickedly as he watched her face turn red, and she finally exploded.
“Oooh, you're impossible! Breaking the circle is impossible! You... I... stupid karma!“ If she had ordered a milkshake, she would have dumped it on him, he was sure. But now she only stuttered and wrung her hands before throwing them up in the air and storming out of the arcade.
Still grinning, Mamoru turned around and took a small notebook out of his bookbag. He opened the book to a page in the middle and made a note in it with his silver pen. In his beautiful italic handwriting he added three words to the long list it contained, right under 'loves pink', 'favorite milkshake: chocolate-strawberry' and 'chocoholic':
Believes in Karma
