1 Amethyst Eyes

A little poem from Gluco/Guuko's POV. And it's odd, as wall as possibly OOC. Ah, well…



1.1 I want to be strong—

like Batch, who is brave and strong

and ruthless. She is so

perfectly cruel and

I wish I could be like her.

I see myself in the mirror, my

reflection staring back

at me behind my gleaming glasses,

with my amethyst eyes. Pale skin,

untainted, and an innocent air. No

wonder, then, that I find

it so easy to pretend

that I am brainless. Am I really

suited for this style of life?

Or am I only doing this for you?

I do not have your brain, or the

Boss' money, or Batch's

rough-and-tumble strength.

I suppose, in that case, that I am

the beauty. Is that true?

I want to be so

much more, so much

stronger and smarter and far more…

perfect.

And most of all, I want you

to see past this…this..

this façade of idiocy! You

never will, of course.

I can cook (very well, you

say) and I can translate

(though Batch laughs when I do) and

I can be charming (a bit).

And I can love you, you

know, more than anyone else

can. Do you know how

many times I've wanted to just

reach over and pat your shoulder, or

hug you, or touch your face whenever

we have been defeated:

you, Batch, and I?

It does not matter, though, my

wonderfully eccentric prince.

I am just a girl with

amethyst eyes.



Hmm. This wasn't too good, was it? *sighs* (If you couldn't tell, this was sort of about/for Eccentro/Collection from Gluco/Guuko.) Oi. This is such a shallow poem…

Review, please!

(And, yes, I do like Gluco with Eccentro. Gotta problem with that? *laughs*)