


Watching

by Lord Cynic



Category: Utawarerumono
Genre: Romance
Language: English
Status: Completed
Published: 2007-06-29
Updated: 2007-06-29
Packaged: 2013-11-22 22:49:23
Rating: K
Chapters: 1
Words: 587
Publisher: www.fanfiction.net
Story URL: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/3624132/1/
Author URL: https://www.fanfiction.net/u/30617/Lord-Cynic
Summary: Whatever Hakuoro was doing, Eruru always watched, hoping to have some alone time with the person she loved. EruruHakuoro oneshot.





	Watching

**Lord Cynic: **"The person who typed this story does not own Utawarerumono. He does have a manly cry about Eruru being dubbed by Azumanga Daioh's Osaka, however."

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_**Watching**_

_He_ doesn't know it, but she is always watching him. Of course, she can't always be at the battlefields where _he_ frequents whenever dealing with hostiles. But she's always thinking about _him_, how _he's_ holding out in combat, whether or not _he'll_ return home victorious or utterly defeated. She's always worrying about _his _safety, _his_ health, _his _well-being. She's always worrying about _him_.

She doesn't remember when she began to fret for the stranger-come-big brother (so _he_ tells those upon first acquaintance – or at least, that she's like a younger sister to _him_), or as much as she does now. When they first met, back in the village she and Aruru used to live in, _he_ was a foreigner with a peculiar, irremovable mask. Nowadays _he_ still wears the mask, as it remains obstinate, but at the time it made _him_ look mysterious, even threatening to those _he_ didn't know. However, _he_ was kind and considerate, if a little curious (she blushes when recurring the "tail" incident). _He_ was, and is completely unlike first impressions one would get upon meeting the stoic, serious masked man - if your first impressions were of a cold, sinister, calculating individual, which she knew _him _not to be.

_He _is different from Nuwangi, her (former?) best friend. The latter is now corrupted with power, cowardly and dastardly, while the former is compromising, forgiving and audacious. Even when faced with powerful foes, or the deathly end of a spear or a sword, the former refuses to back down, instead speaking eerily calmly in _his_ attempt to understand the situation. When faced with the same situation, the latter either tries to wheedle his way out with bribes or threats, cracks under the pressure or scampers away without a fight. They are different in several ways, yet she cares for both, even if Nuwangi has changed for the worse. However, her heart jumps more abruptly whenever she thinks about the dangers _he _may be crossing.

_He's_ always supervising political meetings, speaking with _his_ subordinates (namely the equally composed Benawi and the impulsive, short-tempered Oboro), or overlooking training sessions, when _he's_ not risking _his_ life against those who mean _him_ bodily harm. She cannot have alone time with _him_ anymore like she used to, back in the village before all hell broke out (she still mourns the death of her and Aruru's grandmother from time to time), knowing that _he _had to govern an ever-growing society. However, she still wishes to catch _him _by _himself_, just to talk, to reminisce, to wonder about the future, if there is one to be had after all the conflict.

Maybe, when everything is said and done, she will have that opportunity. When the dust is settled, the conflicts have been resolved, and every villain (even Nuwangi if it comes to that) has been brought to justice, she will be alone with _him_ on that starry night. To talk, to share memories, to ease each other's worries (or mainly just hers). To console in each other like no one else.

She continues to watch _him_ until that day comes. Even if she cannot do anything else to help _him_, she will watch _his_ struggles, whilst avoiding her own.

**_The End_**


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