cute, silly whatever... 

Poetry: By Monica Shin          

        'My lover's eyes are far-seeing and clear as a morning day. His skin
is as fair as a pearl shimmering in the moonlight, and his mouth is looks as
if to be kissed. His hair is a black so gorgeous it would make the very
night jealous in its darkest-' 

        I laugh. It's not a quiet outburst, but still, I can't help it... I
look at the still figure on my bed, and then shake my head. "Not quite..."
Tossing the drivel-laden piece of paper away, I try to think of what I could
write about my lover.

        The first thing- rude. Definitely. He has no manners, no class. It's
almost as if he's thinks he's a force of nature... So. 'My lover is a rude,
insensitive bastard.' Good start, I suppose. Next thing- short. I laugh
again, this time a bit more quietly, and then try to think of something else...

        He's short, but. But also damn sexy, isn't he? 'He's short, but so
cute that it's hard to keep my hands off of him.' There. Now what? Powerful.
He's a fire that won't ever go out, a force that is essential to me that I
would give my life so it won't ever go out...

        'He burns with an inner fire that is impossible to ignore.' That
says it, I think. But what else? What else could I possibly write? He's good
with a sword... I can's suppress the slightly dreamy smile that has appeared
on my face, as I try to think of a way to write that... "Oh yes, he is,
isn't he..."

        'He is a fighter to be reckoned with, and techniques are quite
unique.' It's enough, that. Enough for me, anyway. What now? Well... 'His
voice is dark but pleasant to listen to.' I grin at the memory of his first
and last encounter with a karoke machine...

        As I look at his still form on my bed, my smile widens. How can I
write what he is to me? Of course... 'He has honor in his heart whatever he
may do.' It may be bias, but I can feel it deeper than he knows, how much he
cares, how much he- I stiffen as two arms wrap around my shoulders, and
curious eyes peep at my little scrawls.

        "What's so funny, Kurama? I could hear you snickering from a mile
away, never mind the bed." His tone is slightly wondering, but more
impatient. After all, he dislikes the Shuuichi part I have to play, and that
includes such things as doing homework in the middle of the night...

        "Don't worry about it, Hiei. It's just a little silly joke that got
into me... After all, my teacher would probably have a heart attack if I
wrote this as my 'Describe your most important person' poem. Go back to
sleep, ne?" I smile at this precious little jewel I have in my grasp, and
consign this useless little piece of work for tomorrow morning. After all, I
have better things to do now...

        I let him look at the little piece of paper for a moment longer,
before I throw it next to the other crumpled-up half-poem on my desk. Then I
gently lead him back to bed, reaffirming the reason why I had picked this
little, ill-tempered runt as my most treasured person... well, one of the
reasons.

        The next morning, I awake to the sound of him leaving. I know that
he has made that small sound deliberately, to assure me, and that makes me
smile. Stretching in the clear, sweet air of a bright spring day, I glance
at my desk, knowing that I have to come up with some stuff quickly, probably
about Shiori- not that it would be all that hard.

        That's when I notice the little list that I had tossed to the side
had been unfolded and smoothed out on my desk. Looking down, I realize that
I am seeing a list about me on the back of what I had written. When had Hiei
learned to read and write? After all... In the confusion of my thoughts, I
realize I can think of no reason why Hiei wouldn't know... it just doesn't
seem like something-

        "What did you write about me, lover?" Looking down at the paper, I
start to read. 'My lover is a vain, self centered cynic. He's an
accomplished thief and lier, and looks down at almost everyone. When in his
youko form, he doesn't mind the power of the kill, and usually revels in
it.' I stop reading and look out at where Hiei had left. "Am I all of that?
I suppose..."

        Still, I can't help feeling hurt- just a little. It is nothing
compared to other things I've been called, but still... I see that there's
more, so I read on, a little hesitant now. 'There is a reason why he is
vain, for he is possibly the most beautiful thing I've ever seen, and his
heart is the deepest and strongest I've ever felt.'

        Smiling gently down at the paper, I carefully fold it up to keep
with me forever. After all, there are very few tangible things we have, and
I am determined to treasure this one- I look down at my own list of Hiei,
and I see that he's added one last thing to his own list. 

        'He loves Kurama silently, and knows that his love is returned.' I
feel my heart unfolding, making me feel light-headed. That he even wrote
that word down... I see one last thing on the list, and I laugh out loud.
'And he is not short, and even if he were, he makes up for it.'

        He does. 

        Feeling almost like singing in the cool springtime dawn, I sit down
to write the poem. About him. My most important companion, treasure. To hell
with what my teacher will say...

Eyes:

Dark red, flashing.
His eyes promise death, darkness, pain.
He has seen the night of the world.
Yet when he looks at me, those eyes soften.
Gently, his hands are about me,
Hands that wields a sword that kills, slays.
His touch, his true self 
Wings me to another place.
To our place.
His eyes smile at me, and I am content.

---Finis---


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