A/N: Kind of a one-sided Homura thing. This was kicking around and I felt like writing it, so here it is. Please comment, as usual. It makes my day.
Wingless Butterfly
I am far from spoiled. But I get what I want. And I want Son Goku.
For as long as I can remember, everything I have ever wanted has fallen into place. And if it didn't happen the way I wanted, I made it happen. I am strong for a reason. I'm so powerful some of the gods in heaven fear me. But those amber eyes do not look at me in fear. They look at me in disgust, hatred, anger. I want them to look up at me in…. what? Fear? Horror? Or maybe, something else.
Son Goku is a butterfly. An illusive butterfly that continually slips through my fingers. He flutters along, clinging to the sunlight that Sanzo provides him. Goku acts like Sanzo is life itself. The very meaning for existence. I want him to look at me like that. I want him to look up at me, love me, and worship me. But he doesn't. Despite the fact that I can offer him everything, he still turns away from me, wanting nothing but the blonde who couldn't care less for him.
I wish Goku were a butterfly. For if he was, I could rip his wings off and pin him to my display board. Mine for the world to see. I wish I could, but I can't. I can't rip his wings off, cage him, pin him, show him how he belongs to me, and only me. For he is only beautiful free. Like a butterfly. It's true beauty shows when it's free to do as it pleases, to roam where it pleases, and live how it pleases. No matter how much it pains me not to clutch the boy, cling to him like a child and claim that no one else could have him.
Besides, no one wants a wingless butterfly.
I would give up everything, to have this one thing. That one, stupid little child of Earth. I want his golden eyes to turn to me. To smile at me. To want me. I guess you simply cannot cage perfection.