Chess Master
You really should have told him.
So many excuses, each of them selfish.
Too cruel of you really,
Too cruel to him.
He chased after you for so many years.
Different reasons at first,
Friendship and acceptance, strange glowing warmth, a family…
Perhaps.
Then cold and hot, nothing, everything, rage, revenge, sadness, betrayal…
All these reasons to follow after you,
To watch as you molded and tore the world apart with your eyes.
Purple amethyst and then rubies,
Colored like the blood which invisibly stains your hands.
Unknowingly you ensnared him as you ensnared yourself,
Within lies and deceptions and truths,
And how was he to tell which was which,
To know that the person he pursued was more of a black hole than the void which his name reflected?
Really you should have told him,
Even though he suspected.
No…
Especially because he suspected.
You led him on,
Let him guess,
Let him doubt his own thoughts.
Never once giving care,
Another chess piece,
Who maybe guessed more than the rest,
Who maybe meant more than the rest,
But never warranted your assurance.
Assurance that you were in fact what he feared most,
But not what he feared at all.
Because you really should have told him,
That you had died before either you or he had ever met.
This poem revloves around Lelouch and Suzaku. It's told from the third person, I thought that maybe C.C. was narrating and evaluating Suzaku's and Lelouch's relationship. The thought was that Suzaku always clung to Lelouch in some way since he met him, as a friend or an enemy, but in actuality Lelouch really wasn't 'Lelouch'. Lelouch had died when his father abandonded him and his siter after his mother's death.
Happy Thanksgiving! Really.
Until Next Time, Kuroi Fushichou.
