Author's Note: Those of you wondering why my other stories aren't being...um...updated, check my profile to see exactly what is taking so damn long. I'm awfully sorry for the delay, but it can't be helped. Meanwhile, I have a little something written up for you. Grin I've only read it through twice, and I'm going to post it now before I have a chance to pick it apart and hate it. It's an awful habit of mine, reading whatever I wrote over and over again until I get sick of it and trash the whole thing.
This is TAITO, so...um yaoi. You have been warned.
Mine
"I love you."
"No, you don't."
"So now you are an expert at identifying my feelings?"
"Go away, Tai. I want to practice."
"For what? Are you going to play the piano at your next concert?"
He ran one slender hand over the keys of the instrument, avoiding my gaze. The setting sun filled the room with golden dust, settling around him as if they too were drawn to his beauty.
"Maybe I will," he answered softly.
I sighed, "Why are you afraid?"
He turned, and after all these years I still tremble at the ice in those eyes.
"I'm not afraid of anything."
Don't lie to me, Yama. You are frightened of everything, of trusting people, of being betrayed, of love.
"I'm not like them, Yama. I don't want anything from you."
He ignored me, and started to play. Chopin, maybe, or Beethoven. I didn't really care.
I just wanted him to be happy, just wanted to see him smile everyday, with warmth and trust in his sapphire eyes. I wanted to treasure him. His fans didn't know him, but I did; I saw everything.
"You are still here."
I looked up to see that he had stopped playing.
"Yes," I answered, "I will always be here, Yama."
He didn't believe me, couldn't believe me.
"How can you be so sure?"
Promises don't mean much to you anymore, do they?
I stood from where I had been sitting on the sofa. He didn't back away. I reached out, took his hand, placed it over my heart.
"I can be sure," I whispered, "because you have my heart, and I will never leave without it."
Something stirred in his eyes. Was it pity?
"It's an illusion, Tai. You don't love me."
Back to that again, aren't we?
"Why can't you just accept it, Yama? Someone actually cares about you, YOU, not just your music or your looks or your popularity. I would still love you tomorrow if you suddenly decide to stop singing or end up homeless."
He lowered his gaze.
"You are asking me to..."
"Yes, take a risk," I ran my fingers through his soft, golden hair, "haven't I earned at least a little bit of your trust? I'm your best friend, Yama. There's friendship in love."
"I do trust you," he mumbled, "I...I...can't say it."
I pulled him into my arms.
"It's alright," I whispered against his hair, "as long as you are willing to try, as long as you give me a chance."
He tilted his head up to look at my face.
"You already know."
Yes, I know you love me too.
"But I'm willing to wait until you tell me."
I kissed him.
Soft. Sweet. Tender.
There weren't enough words in the world to describe him.
Mine.
Author's Note: There! All warm and fuzzy. It's also kind of short, and my very first attempt at fluff with no plot whatsoever. Let me know how I did?
Thank you for reading.
Signed,
Rubisco. Is. An. Enzyme.