His Hell Angel on Earth (Super Short Contest #26: Bandage)
Nov 6, 2017 0:01:26 GMT
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Post by Ran-dezvous on Nov 6, 2017 0:01:26 GMT
Title: His Hell Angel on Earth
Word Count: 529
In another life, she could've been a nurse. With her first-aid kit filled with a wide variety of bandages and other things, she was skilled at treating any kind of wound or injury. More importantly, however, she did so with tireless patience, even those with stubborn little boys who never seem to follow her constant admonitions against getting into fights.
Yes, even with stubborn little boys like him.
Skilled as she was at treating physical wounds, she was far more skilled at healing those of the intangible and metaphorical sort, with her sweet voice and tender touch. Indeed, she was his guardian angel on his hellish earth, the only bright spot of his lonely and wretched existence.
She treated him like the son she never had, and he really wished he could've been content with that, but he couldn't help but yearn for something more, as impossible as that might be. There was no way she was ever going to see him as her equal, no way she was ever going to see him as more than a little boy.
If he were to be completely honest with himself, part of the reason he never quite heeded her pleas for him to stop getting into fights --besides the other kids being just plain jerks-- was that getting injured provided him an excuse to see her. It wasn't that he couldn't see her without being covered up in scratches --in fact, he was more than welcome to drop by anytime he wanted-- but he really liked to be treated by her, to be touched by her, to be able to get a closer look at her smiling, bespectacled face.
"Rei-kun," she once told him in a seemingly last ditch attempt to convince him that picking fights was never a good idea, "girls are going to get scared of you if you continue doing that."
He shook his head vigrously. "But I'm not interested in other girls!"
Ah, first love (or, at least, that's what he thought it was, in the absence of an alternative explanation for his newfound, confusing feelings). It was wonderful and yet, simultaneously, frustrating. His object of affection was forever out of reach, and that wasn't even considering she already had a fiancé, and a future stepdaughter.
There were moments that he wished he was an ordinary boy, who had ordinary crushes on the ordinary girls in his class. If he was more ordinary, with an ordinary family, with ordinary Japanese looks, then maybe he wouldn't be ostracized or bullied by the other kids. But those yearnings for ordinariness would melt away whenever she would tell him how special or clever he was. In those moments, he would find himself thinking that he could endure whatever bullying and loneliness he might experience, and maybe it would be okay if she never quite returned his affections for her. She cared about him a lot and was more than just a random kid to her. That was a small comfort.
When he found out about her nickname several years later, a wry, yet nostalgic smile would play across his lips at the thought of how strangely appropriate it was.
Word Count: 529
In another life, she could've been a nurse. With her first-aid kit filled with a wide variety of bandages and other things, she was skilled at treating any kind of wound or injury. More importantly, however, she did so with tireless patience, even those with stubborn little boys who never seem to follow her constant admonitions against getting into fights.
Yes, even with stubborn little boys like him.
Skilled as she was at treating physical wounds, she was far more skilled at healing those of the intangible and metaphorical sort, with her sweet voice and tender touch. Indeed, she was his guardian angel on his hellish earth, the only bright spot of his lonely and wretched existence.
She treated him like the son she never had, and he really wished he could've been content with that, but he couldn't help but yearn for something more, as impossible as that might be. There was no way she was ever going to see him as her equal, no way she was ever going to see him as more than a little boy.
If he were to be completely honest with himself, part of the reason he never quite heeded her pleas for him to stop getting into fights --besides the other kids being just plain jerks-- was that getting injured provided him an excuse to see her. It wasn't that he couldn't see her without being covered up in scratches --in fact, he was more than welcome to drop by anytime he wanted-- but he really liked to be treated by her, to be touched by her, to be able to get a closer look at her smiling, bespectacled face.
"Rei-kun," she once told him in a seemingly last ditch attempt to convince him that picking fights was never a good idea, "girls are going to get scared of you if you continue doing that."
He shook his head vigrously. "But I'm not interested in other girls!"
Ah, first love (or, at least, that's what he thought it was, in the absence of an alternative explanation for his newfound, confusing feelings). It was wonderful and yet, simultaneously, frustrating. His object of affection was forever out of reach, and that wasn't even considering she already had a fiancé, and a future stepdaughter.
There were moments that he wished he was an ordinary boy, who had ordinary crushes on the ordinary girls in his class. If he was more ordinary, with an ordinary family, with ordinary Japanese looks, then maybe he wouldn't be ostracized or bullied by the other kids. But those yearnings for ordinariness would melt away whenever she would tell him how special or clever he was. In those moments, he would find himself thinking that he could endure whatever bullying and loneliness he might experience, and maybe it would be okay if she never quite returned his affections for her. She cared about him a lot and was more than just a random kid to her. That was a small comfort.
When he found out about her nickname several years later, a wry, yet nostalgic smile would play across his lips at the thought of how strangely appropriate it was.