Me: Hey peeps! :P What goes on? Ok, so I love to surf on Deviantart, like hopefully a lot of other peoples. And I just randomly typed in beautiful in the search engine, and all the pics there were so amazing. So amazing in fact, that it inspired me to write a oneshot. RxK of course. But yeah, hope u enjoy!


My Beautiful

He was standing with his back to me, his face lifted to face the sky. It seemed like he didn't care that the rain existed, like anything at all existed, really. Everyone else sees him as the jokester, the prank master, someone who shouldn't be taken seriously. But I know better. I know that beneath his cocky, annoying attitude, is someone soft, sweet.

Someone beautiful.

I don't think I could ever tell him he was beautiful, though. To him, we are just good friends, nothing more. As I sit beneath the tree, watching him, he sits down as well, leaning back so that his face can still catch the raindrops. This isn't the first time he's done this, either. And everytime I follow him, just to see him like this. So peaceful, so relaxed. I would give anything to join him, but I can't muster up the courage. So for now, I am content to just watch him. Not for the first time, I wish to be the rain. To be able to caress his face, his hair. To be able to wash away his cares, even if just for a while. As he runs his fingers through his hair, I marvel at the droplets, flying from his hair.

Suddenly, I wonder. Would he still be beautiful to me, even if he weren't beautiful on the outside? My first instinct is to say yes, of course. But to say it so immediately would mean that I hadn't actually thought about it. If he were ugly, just about the ugliest person on the planet, would he still be beautiful? If he were scarred, his face disfigured? If he were old, shrunken into his body? Would he still be beautiful?

"Yes." I whisper.

It wouldn't matter if he was horribly ugly, it wouldn't matter if he was unbelievably gorgeous. It wouldn't matter if he was rich, poor, big, small, or anything else. He would still be the same person that I love. His beauty comes from his personality, from who he is. I love him so much, I would never change anything about him. I love him so much it hurts in my heart. As the familiar tears cascade down my face, I close my eyes and picture something that could never be. Us. Together. Happy. I know he doesn't like me that way, but I can't help but think of it. Yes, in the long run, it will just break my heart even more, but for now, I will just imagine what will never be.

I open my eyes, and instead of seeing him, his back still facing me, his face uplifted, I see his cool green eyes, red-rimmed from crying as well. His face is just a few inches from mine. My heart skips a few beets, then restarts at a faster pace.

"Why are you crying?" I say.

"Because you are crying." he replies, his tears mingling with the rain on his face. Suddenly, I know there is something I have to ask. Something that I need to ask, because if I don't my chance will be lost.

"Will you be mine?" I whisper, tears still running down my face.

"Of course." he says, and cradles my face in his hands and brings his face down so that his lips can touch mine. The kiss is so soft, so sweet. Just like him. When we break apart, I take his face in my hands and say one last thing.

"You are now my beautiful."