Disclaimers: If PoT were mine, this piece of work would be considered canon and not fanfiction.
Author's Notes: My first foray into short drabbles (word count: 353 woot-woot!). Enjoy!
For pinksnow simply because I love her and I feel so terribly guilty for adding to her already sob-worthy workload.
and sugarcakey because I love how she draws the Dream Pair (and I am still wishing I could write half as well as she could draw them)
Just Watching
You watch him. You always watch him. I know because Iwatch you But you don't see that, do you? You only see him.
I see the longing in your eyes everytime he turns away from you. You watch his back as he walks away, hands buried deep in his pockets, and you think it is safe to slacken the death grip you have on your emotions whenever he is around. I see the small wistful smile playing on your lips as you silently observe his interactions with the others—the fact that those interactions consist mainly of him sassing out his senpais is something whose entertainment value has not decreased for you one bit. I notice how you almost always cross your arms whenever you talk to him in an effort to control your urge to reach out and touch him.
I think I sort of understand the attraction. He is a beautiful boy, isn't he? Hair of the darkest black so as to give off a greenish tint under direct light, gold-flecked hazel brown eyes, and a face that could make angels weep. And all that wit and wry humor that just refuses to come out in any other way than as snarks…
But…
Ne, Tezuka, I wonder if it has ever occurred to you to look behind you. Just once, when you are watching him, have you ever considered looking behind you to see if anybody was watching you?
Because I do, Tezuka. I watch you, just like you watch him.
And sometimes, in my more optimistic moments, I wonder what I would do if you did notice me watching you. I haven't come up with a suitable answer yet, but with the way things are, I think it's not going to be a problem even if I never decide.
And even if you aren't aware of it, I still can't help but silently ask permission from you to let me stay here. Even if it causes me more grief than I would care to admit, let me stay here and look on. After all, Tezuka, I don't mean any harm. I'm just watching.
Owari
La Fuego 4/2007