Out of the dark
Out of the dark I'm watching him. I've spend more nights before the flower shop, than I could count. It´s the hour between four and five I like most. That's the time, when Yohji lays down to sleep.
Since we met first, I've been fascinated by that man. The delicious pain of his heart. The fight between the self-hate and the hope of something he cant even name himself. I pay no attention to the women he brings home or the hedonistic pleasure, they share. It means nothing to him. It can't at least stoop his pain for the durance of the act.
Rarely I followed him around, when he was going out clubbing. Only on the days, he was so out of his mind, he could have faced his own death without noticing it. And there are still old foes from his days as private investigator. There was for example someone he'd gotten in jail for three years. He'd been out for his blood - before he ran in Farfarello´s favourite knife, that is.
I like to play Yohji´s guardian angel from time to time, especially when he doesn't know it. Sometimes I also watch him in the daytime, joking with the chibi, teasing the soccer player or trying to melt the living ice- without success. He's cute, fighting off the fangirls or pinning for Manx.
They aren't what he really wants. No, it's still Asuka, who reigns his heart and his dreams. I can feel her, when I touch his mind like a corporal essence. And that's good, it's a challenge. And I ever have loved challenges. I will get rid of her.