Reflections
You don't like slash? Excellent, go flame me. I need something new to laugh at. Oh yeah, idea kind of copied from Megan. I'm still on my extended hiatus, by the way. This is just an inspired ficlet.
Yuki. The name itself is enough to make my heart speed, and my breath catch in my throat. She is not only beautiful; she is smart, and unique. Her beauty and grace cannot be described with mere words. Oh, how I love Yuki. And to think, in a few days, I will be married to this creature of utter brilliance.
I look back on the days in which we pages used to brawl with Joren and his crowd. Oh, how young we were, and how immature. Why, we were mere children.
But we are now adults, dignified and proud in our own right. Joren had died a few years ago in the Chamber of Ordeal. It leaves a sour taste in my mouth, even when I know he probably deserved it. He is a bully, kidnapper, and if he is like his friends, probably a rapist too. Why, men like him deserve to have their manhood removed. Painfully.
Mmm...rape. Joren. Manhood.
No! I scold myself mentally. Must not think down that track. I love Yuki. Yuki.
Unfortunately, the poor young man died in that horrible Chamber. If nothing else, it gave us all nightmares, especially those who had vivid imaginations to begin with. Not to mention how handsome he was, too. And it's now all wasted.
No! I tell myself, again. I love Yuki
I lay back on my bed, thinking this thought. I relax amidst my pillows, letting myself almost drift off to sleep, repeating that one single thought over and over again.
I love Yuki. I love Yuki. I love Yuken. I love Yuren. I love Yoren. I love Joren. No!!
I bang my head lightly against the wall, frustrated. There must have been something in the drink I had tonight, to make me have thoughts as outrageous as loving Joren. I try again, shifting to lie more comfortably.
I love Yuki. I love Yuki. I love Yuki. I love Yukim. I love Yokim. I love Yoim. I love Yom. I love...Dom?