Disclaimer: Yak yak yak. Yuu Yuu Hakusho do NOT belong to me. There I said it, please don't sue me for using them.
Warning: This is for those who are homophobic and/or has a weak stomach. This is yaoi!
Note : This is the sequel to By your window side, prequel to My love for you.
Love for the Red Rose
By Siren M.
I fingered the red rose gently. Soft velvet seemingly caressed back. It was soothing in a way.
Maybe it was because it reminded me of him.
I missed him.
Nearly three years of not seeing him and I missed him. His soothing presence, calm sweet voice and tantalizing green eyes was what I reminisce every night before I go to sleep. Even if I was tired and exhausted after releasing the kokuryuha.
I would still think of him.
In battle, thoughts of him would flash through my mind as I fought and slash through bodies.
Walking through a forest reminded me of him. And kami-sama knows that Makai is nothing but forests.
Even at practice sessions, I would unconsciously compare my opponents with him. I would think of how they look like the clumsy oaf that knows nothing on how to use a sword compared to how graceful and beautiful he is especially when he is fighting.
It was as if I was living for him.
In a sense, I guess I am.
"Hiei-sama?"
I turn around, pocketing the blood red rose that managed to somehow get into Makai and managed to bloom lusciously.
My 'companions' and I are about to go to war and here I am, thinking about him. Missing him.
I nodded curtly to my general.
My hand in the pocket softly caressed the half opened rose bud.
After this, I promised myself. I would go and see him. To hell with everything else.
After this. The beautiful red rose will be in his hair. Worn by someone worthy of its beauty.
After this, I would be with him.
~owari~
Warning: This is for those who are homophobic and/or has a weak stomach. This is yaoi!
Note : This is the sequel to By your window side, prequel to My love for you.
Love for the Red Rose
By Siren M.
I fingered the red rose gently. Soft velvet seemingly caressed back. It was soothing in a way.
Maybe it was because it reminded me of him.
I missed him.
Nearly three years of not seeing him and I missed him. His soothing presence, calm sweet voice and tantalizing green eyes was what I reminisce every night before I go to sleep. Even if I was tired and exhausted after releasing the kokuryuha.
I would still think of him.
In battle, thoughts of him would flash through my mind as I fought and slash through bodies.
Walking through a forest reminded me of him. And kami-sama knows that Makai is nothing but forests.
Even at practice sessions, I would unconsciously compare my opponents with him. I would think of how they look like the clumsy oaf that knows nothing on how to use a sword compared to how graceful and beautiful he is especially when he is fighting.
It was as if I was living for him.
In a sense, I guess I am.
"Hiei-sama?"
I turn around, pocketing the blood red rose that managed to somehow get into Makai and managed to bloom lusciously.
My 'companions' and I are about to go to war and here I am, thinking about him. Missing him.
I nodded curtly to my general.
My hand in the pocket softly caressed the half opened rose bud.
After this, I promised myself. I would go and see him. To hell with everything else.
After this. The beautiful red rose will be in his hair. Worn by someone worthy of its beauty.
After this, I would be with him.
~owari~
