Ha! I actually wrote a Yami no Matsuei fic!
Disclaimer: I own nothing… (tear)
Warning: yaoi-ness
He has no idea how I feel for him. Or how I long to be held in his strong, warm arms. When I see him I think 'tenshi' but I say baka. But that is the only way I can hide my feelings. I love him.
He doesn't deserve to be loved by me, someone who is broken and used. Not by me. Never by me.
"Hey, Hisoka! Want some of my chocolates! I got some just for you!" As always, Tsuzuki seems happy to see me. "Not now baka. We have work to do. And unlike some people, I'm doing it." I glare at him and get back to work.
He draws in s sharp, pained breath, and it comes out as a whimper. I look up and see a tear sliding down his cheek. "I can't stand it anymore, Hisoka. Do you really hate me that much? I try so hard to get close to you but you always push me away. Why? Why aren't I good enough"? His voice comes out softly, barley audible.
He turns away from me and walks out the door. "Tsuzuki- wait!" I get up after him and look out the door in time to see him running away. Running away from me.
I run down the hall after him, but to no avail. I search everywhere in the building, but cannot find him. I run outside, and almost step on Tsuzuki's discarded chocolates. The ones he got for me.
I look up and see Tsuzuki's back through a flurry of falling sakura blossoms. I run to him and place a hand on his shoulder. He turns to me, and I realize once again how beautiful he is. His chocolate hair fell around his face and his deep athmeyst lock on mine.
The sorrow I feel coming from him is reflected in his eyes. I can't believe I'm the one who caused it. How ironic. By trying to protect him from myself, I hurt him.
I step foreword and embrace him slowly, fearing rejection. "Asato. Ashiteru." I shut my eyes and bury my head in his chest, waiting for his answer.
It comes out in a sigh. "Kurosaki…" his voice is full of love. Love for me.
Japanese Words:
Ashiteru- I love you
Baka- Idiot
Sakura- Cherry trees
Tenshi- Angel
This was actually one of my dreams while I was sick and feverish. But I had to write it. So here it is! Oh, I was writing it while listening to the song 'Love Me,' so that is how I got the title.