Addicted to You
by: Kenkeru Kinda Girl
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters,
creatures, objects, and places. They all
belong to their respective companies.
Hello. I'm Takeru. ("Hi, Takeru!") I have a
problem. I'm a Ken-aholic. Alright, everyone
laugh, you know you want to. But it's true.
Ken Ichijouji. The Kaizer. The soccer player.
The genius. The dark angel. The child. It's
all beautiful. But it's all dark.
Look at me, the small boy who once held the
'Crest of Hope'. Hikari whispered something
to me once. 'Hope meets the Fallen Angel'. I
was so confused, but I guess I understand now.
She knew I would become infatuated, for lack of
a better word.
Daisuke knows. Daisuke laughs. Daisuke gets a kick
in the gut. But I think he understands, somewhere
deep down inside himself. He sees it in Ken,
too. He knows the attraction. He's felt it. But
he can control it. But I can't. And Ken sees the
weakness and uses it.
But I'm addicted to him. Addicted to all his aspects.
So here I sit, a blond, tall, skinny-as-a-bean pole,
boy with my Gilligan hat (Don't ask. I had never heard
of it until Mimi came back from America), wishing
that he would notice me, and show me who he is.
Addictions are strong. They can kill you. I pray to
God every day that it would just kill me now and
get it over with.
by: Kenkeru Kinda Girl
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters,
creatures, objects, and places. They all
belong to their respective companies.
Hello. I'm Takeru. ("Hi, Takeru!") I have a
problem. I'm a Ken-aholic. Alright, everyone
laugh, you know you want to. But it's true.
Ken Ichijouji. The Kaizer. The soccer player.
The genius. The dark angel. The child. It's
all beautiful. But it's all dark.
Look at me, the small boy who once held the
'Crest of Hope'. Hikari whispered something
to me once. 'Hope meets the Fallen Angel'. I
was so confused, but I guess I understand now.
She knew I would become infatuated, for lack of
a better word.
Daisuke knows. Daisuke laughs. Daisuke gets a kick
in the gut. But I think he understands, somewhere
deep down inside himself. He sees it in Ken,
too. He knows the attraction. He's felt it. But
he can control it. But I can't. And Ken sees the
weakness and uses it.
But I'm addicted to him. Addicted to all his aspects.
So here I sit, a blond, tall, skinny-as-a-bean pole,
boy with my Gilligan hat (Don't ask. I had never heard
of it until Mimi came back from America), wishing
that he would notice me, and show me who he is.
Addictions are strong. They can kill you. I pray to
God every day that it would just kill me now and
get it over with.