May Roses in Cold December
By: Yhu
Ratings: Anywhere from Pg-13 to R.
This Chapter: PG-13
Warnings: Slash, bad poetry and a rather odd unconventional romance up ahead!
Pairing: Jericho/Mystery
Disclaimer: Don't own them
Genre: Romance
Poetry. No one had ever written him poetry before. Granted, it probably wasn't the best poetry he had ever read before, but it was about him, and that's all that mattered. Alright, so having it come from some one who was so careful never to lead you on to whom the sender happened to be was just a tad bit creepy in Chris Jericho's book, but beggers can't be choosers.
The first one came about a month and a half ago. He had just finished with his match, heading off to the locker room. He found it there, tapped to the inside of his locker in a purple envelope with his name so perfectly penned in silver ink. His mind was a blur of possibilities and questions, making him sit down on the bench before he recieved a head rush. Gingerly, he opened it up, taking out the dark piece of paper that lay inside.
Your eyes were so stormy tonight,
Bright blazing and blue,
So full of emotion,
So full of passion.
Long have I watched you from far away,
Seeing you grow,
Watching you improve.
You're something amazing Christopher,
One of the best.
I don't understand what I feel inside for you,
It's growing out of control.
I had to send you this note,
Telling you a little about how I feel.
One day I may show my self,
Maybe, when the time is right.
But for now I shall remain forever in the shadows,
Watching from afar.
When Chris had read that letter his heart began to pound so loudly, he was sure he was going to pass out. It confused him a little, the writting was distinctly male, and very mature in how well penned it was. It was from a man, someone from the locker room obviously. So... one of the guys had a thing for him. It wasn't like the first time this had happened, nor would it be the last. Chris looked around a little, then crushed the note to his chest happily.
Guys began to flood into the locker room as he quickly shoved the letter into his bag before anyone could notice.
~
The next night after RAW, he tore apart his locker looking for another. But sadly, the next poem didn't come untill nearly more than a month later, and arrived at his hotel room. He was sharing a room with Jay at the time, and the other blonde happened across the dark purple envelope.
Chris was in the shower at the moment, relaxing after a live show. Jay toyed with the idea of letting the letter be, seeing as how it was not adressed to Jay or to Christian. But then again, it was adressed to Chris, and smelt beautifully like rich, expensive cologne. He slid his nail along the flap of the envelope opening it up. He carefully unfolded the paper, sniffing it a little, then rubbing it on his wrists to see if he could get the scent on himself. He rested up against the back of the bed reading the text.
Dearest christopher,
I missed writing you these,
I missed the smile and surprise on your face from the first one,
How seeing the expression would have given me up most pleasure.
I saw you today,
Down the hall,
In the ring,
The locker room,
Everywhere I see you yet you think nothing of it,
You're probably guessing right now whom I may be,
And you have no idea.
Jay stopped reading then and nodded agreement. He really did have no idea.
I'd like to keep it that way,
Playing in my mind I keep reminding myself,
That you would find me terrible,
Even though you do know me.
So I shall keep writing to you,
Watching you,
Loving you,
But always and always keeping you at bay.
Jay wrinkled his face slightly. The poem didn't even ryhme. And in his mind if you can't write a poem that ryhmes, then you shouldn't bother trying... However, it really peaked his interest that some one was virtually stalking one of his dearest friends. The shower turned off, causing Jay to panic. Chris coming into to the room and finding him with something he shouldn't just wouldn't do. He sealed the poem back into the envelope, and placed it by the door. He popped his head phones on and pretended not to notice the envelope on the floor.
Chris came out around five minutes later in a pair of loose jeans. "Hey Jay..." He started over, shaking his foot. "Jay! You awake? Huh... Guess not." He sighed gently going over to shut off Jay's discman and remove his headphones for him. he noticed the letter laying so prone in the open on the floor, and snatched it up. He went over to his bed, opening it with out hesitation. He read it, tears spilling down his face uncontrollably. He knew in his mind he would never turn this person--whomever they are-- away.
A/N: What do you guys think? Ya like so far? Sorry bout the bad poetry, don't hurt me too hard on that
By: Yhu
Ratings: Anywhere from Pg-13 to R.
This Chapter: PG-13
Warnings: Slash, bad poetry and a rather odd unconventional romance up ahead!
Pairing: Jericho/Mystery
Disclaimer: Don't own them
Genre: Romance
Poetry. No one had ever written him poetry before. Granted, it probably wasn't the best poetry he had ever read before, but it was about him, and that's all that mattered. Alright, so having it come from some one who was so careful never to lead you on to whom the sender happened to be was just a tad bit creepy in Chris Jericho's book, but beggers can't be choosers.
The first one came about a month and a half ago. He had just finished with his match, heading off to the locker room. He found it there, tapped to the inside of his locker in a purple envelope with his name so perfectly penned in silver ink. His mind was a blur of possibilities and questions, making him sit down on the bench before he recieved a head rush. Gingerly, he opened it up, taking out the dark piece of paper that lay inside.
Your eyes were so stormy tonight,
Bright blazing and blue,
So full of emotion,
So full of passion.
Long have I watched you from far away,
Seeing you grow,
Watching you improve.
You're something amazing Christopher,
One of the best.
I don't understand what I feel inside for you,
It's growing out of control.
I had to send you this note,
Telling you a little about how I feel.
One day I may show my self,
Maybe, when the time is right.
But for now I shall remain forever in the shadows,
Watching from afar.
When Chris had read that letter his heart began to pound so loudly, he was sure he was going to pass out. It confused him a little, the writting was distinctly male, and very mature in how well penned it was. It was from a man, someone from the locker room obviously. So... one of the guys had a thing for him. It wasn't like the first time this had happened, nor would it be the last. Chris looked around a little, then crushed the note to his chest happily.
Guys began to flood into the locker room as he quickly shoved the letter into his bag before anyone could notice.
~
The next night after RAW, he tore apart his locker looking for another. But sadly, the next poem didn't come untill nearly more than a month later, and arrived at his hotel room. He was sharing a room with Jay at the time, and the other blonde happened across the dark purple envelope.
Chris was in the shower at the moment, relaxing after a live show. Jay toyed with the idea of letting the letter be, seeing as how it was not adressed to Jay or to Christian. But then again, it was adressed to Chris, and smelt beautifully like rich, expensive cologne. He slid his nail along the flap of the envelope opening it up. He carefully unfolded the paper, sniffing it a little, then rubbing it on his wrists to see if he could get the scent on himself. He rested up against the back of the bed reading the text.
Dearest christopher,
I missed writing you these,
I missed the smile and surprise on your face from the first one,
How seeing the expression would have given me up most pleasure.
I saw you today,
Down the hall,
In the ring,
The locker room,
Everywhere I see you yet you think nothing of it,
You're probably guessing right now whom I may be,
And you have no idea.
Jay stopped reading then and nodded agreement. He really did have no idea.
I'd like to keep it that way,
Playing in my mind I keep reminding myself,
That you would find me terrible,
Even though you do know me.
So I shall keep writing to you,
Watching you,
Loving you,
But always and always keeping you at bay.
Jay wrinkled his face slightly. The poem didn't even ryhme. And in his mind if you can't write a poem that ryhmes, then you shouldn't bother trying... However, it really peaked his interest that some one was virtually stalking one of his dearest friends. The shower turned off, causing Jay to panic. Chris coming into to the room and finding him with something he shouldn't just wouldn't do. He sealed the poem back into the envelope, and placed it by the door. He popped his head phones on and pretended not to notice the envelope on the floor.
Chris came out around five minutes later in a pair of loose jeans. "Hey Jay..." He started over, shaking his foot. "Jay! You awake? Huh... Guess not." He sighed gently going over to shut off Jay's discman and remove his headphones for him. he noticed the letter laying so prone in the open on the floor, and snatched it up. He went over to his bed, opening it with out hesitation. He read it, tears spilling down his face uncontrollably. He knew in his mind he would never turn this person--whomever they are-- away.
A/N: What do you guys think? Ya like so far? Sorry bout the bad poetry, don't hurt me too hard on that