A/N: Blue Exorcist is my recent obsession, which is one of the reasons why I haven't been updating my Fairy Tail fic lately. I am absolutely in love with this pairing. Rin x Bon just makes my heart melt and feel all warm and fluffy. Hence, the random drabble. Or whatever this is. The title came from my interpretation of hickory- a type of wood, dickory- an attitude, and dock- an herb also known as sorrel. Guys, if you like this, then leave me reviews with other little nursery rhymes and I'll add more to this oneshot-ish thing I have created. Thanks to everyone who reads!
Disclaimer: I do not own the nursery rhyme 'Hickory, Dickory, Dock', nor do I own Blue Exorcist.
Wood, Attitude, and Sorrel Leaf
Hickory, dickory, dock.
The mouse ran up the clock.
The clock struck one,
The mouse ran down,
Hickory, dickory, dock.
He observes the boy before him.
Night's mantel is draped across the room, a few scant moonbeams piercing the darkness like silver knives and illuminating the old hickory floorboards. The tang of sour herbs pervades the air.
The boy sleeps on a low pallet, his chest rising and falling softly with even breaths. Black hair clings lightly to pale skin as the boy's head lolls back, exposing the column of his marble throat.
The other male's breath hitches.
He would never admit it out loud, he muses as he runs a hand through brown-and-blonde striped hair, but this silly half-demon-boy in front of him is more than just a moronic ass with zero social skills and even less brains. In fact, he's much more than that. In fact, he's-
A strand of blonde hair falls in his eyes, obscuring his view for a brief moment before being impatiently brushed away. The boy breathing- snoring really- quietly next to his own pallet is something he doesn't want to take his eyes off of for a single minute.
Another swath of moonlight falls on the half-demon's face, and for a second, the other male's heart forgets to beat.
This boy is more than just a comrade to him, he thinks, stifling a sigh. More than just a rival, even- though that's all anyone would ever see when the two interact. No, his mind whispers, this boy, this…. idiotic, head-strong, hopeless, adorable, endearing, stubborn, kind, amazing…. Kid in front of him is more important to him than anyone has ever been important to him before.
The sound of the great grandfather clock in the corner of the plain room striking one breaks through the Aria's reverie like cold water being dumped over his head. He scrambles for his covers, hiding himself and his feelings under the blankets and closing his eyes in feigned sleep.
The object of his observation comes to with a strangled yelp, startled by the gong-like sound of the grandfather clock. He looks around wildly, electric blue orbs razing over the room for the source of the disturbance. Slowly, the half-demon relaxes, and his angled eyes wander over to the face of the "sleeping" male next to him, softening perceptively.
He lets out a regretful huff, wishing for things he is sure he will never have, and lays back down on the hard mattress, his shoulders hunching ever so slightly and turning his back toward the other.
Bon opens his eyes, tracing the lines on Rin's back with his gaze, and breathes in, and out, in, and out. Though his mouth opens slightly, he doesn't say a word. The time isn't right. At least, not yet.
Hickory, dickory, dock.