


Mamoru

by My-name-is-foxglove



Category: Until Death Do Us Part/死がふたりを分かつまで
Genre: Angst, Romance
Language: English
Status: Completed
Published: 2009-09-29
Updated: 2009-09-29
Packaged: 2013-09-20 07:23:02
Rating: T
Chapters: 1
Words: 500
Publisher: www.fanfiction.net
Story URL: http://www.fanfiction.net/s/5410243/1/
Author URL: http://www.fanfiction.net/u/1178657/My-name-is-foxglove
Summary: No one in their right mind stayed acquainted with him for long. Drabble. MamoxHaru hints. Abuse of grammar.





	Mamoru

**Mamoru**

Author's Note: Thought we needed more entries for UDDUP, even if all I had to offer was a drabble. Did I mention I love UDDUP? And Haruka and Mamoru? And...*puppy dog eyes* reviews??

Disclaimer: If I owned this series, there'd be a little Mamoru Jr. running around an older Haruka's feet by now.

* * *

Mamoru...

'To Protect'.

That was his name.

* * *

_Mamoru._

It was an ironic name, considering that its holder didn't seem to do anything but 'harm' those around him.

After all, his family was long, long gone and no one in their right mind stayed acquainted with him for long- that was a fact as true as the shadows being dark.

It was interesting how everyone around him was either killed or driven off, as if he was some incarnation of bad luck.

...Either way, no one could bear to be near him for long.

And that was fine with him, he was used to that.

To harm.

To be alone.

To know that, at the end of the day, the feel of his sword in his hands was his only companion.

He was used to that (or so he told himself).

But then she showed up.

_Haruka_ showed up.

* * *

She begged that he protect her 'until death do us part'.

_(And to this day he still doesn't know what possessed him to not walk away right then and there.)_

She insisted on using her..._skill _(_he couldn't call it a gift with all that it had wrought on her life,_) to help out on missions, somehow convinced the visions she saw were solid, needed and unchangeable like the swing of his sword, and not the flimsy, unnecessary and all too easily changed glimpses that they really were (_although he'd admit her warnings had saved him more than once_).

_(But did she really think he would die and end their deal so easily?)_

She never left him alone, always talking to him, making food, saying 'Welcome Back', calling him 'Mamoru-san' and following him everywhere

_(But if he had really been bothered he could have effortlessly avoided her.)_

She behaved mature for her age when he knew damn well how old she really was from the moment he first felt her small, trembling hands grasp onto his sleeve.

_(And it made him angry, **so angry**, that those scum caused those trembles, that her innocence and childhood were long lost even though he tried so hard to make them stay.)_

* * *

She...made him protect her.

She made him...not be alone.

She made him know, as a fact, that at the end of the day, whether or not his sword was in his hands, her voice would definitely keep him company.

And she had made him get _too _used to her calming prescence, _too_ used to the sound of her voice,_ too _used to her moods, her likes, her dislikes, her stubbornness, her kindness, her-

...her.....

...It really was...very ironic.


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