Disclaimer: I do not own Beyblade (good enough?)
AN: Less drunken then the last fic the I posted (which has since been taken down).
The things you understand...
Sometimes there are things that you think nobody could ever understand about you. Things that you think only you could ever feel. Funny how we're always wrong about these things.
Things that keep us at arms length of other people, and other things that prevent us from keeping our distance. The things that we hate. The people we hate. The people that we wish we hated. Things that complicate, and things that simplify. Things that, annoyingly enough, do both (a complication in itself). The things we wish would go away. The people we know will one day have to.
Like you, Rei. I wish you would go away, and still, I dread the moments that I spend away from you. Why do you always understand the things that I don't, and never will. The things that you shouldn't understand. The things that nobody should understand.
I keep trying to be the guy that everybody hates, but I can't be that guy if you don't hate me. I can't push everybody away if you keep pulling me closer and closer and closer... and into one of your kisses. The ones I can't say no to. The ones that make me melt. The ones that make me want you more that anything.
God, I love those kisses... funny little things, kisses. The kind of thing that can express any emotion. Anger, happiness, love, sorrow, lust - and somehow I never know what you're trying to tell me, but I know that you understand these things.
The things you do...
Your touches. Encouraging, embarrassing, loving, confusing.
The things I look forward to. Do you know that when I look away from you I don't mean for it to hurt you, but not looking away... it hurts me so much more. I just wish that I could always look away. You're so encouraging that I need you, so embarrassing that I hate you, so loving that I almost - almost - love you too, you're so confusing.
The things that make me wonder why I'm always looking forward.
You're never confused by the little things, you're never confused by anything, you're most certainly never confused by me. I wish that I did confuse you, maybe then I would be getting back at you for the confusion that you cause me.
The things that make my thoughts so choppy. So hard to understand. So broken. Broken like that tiny porcelan kitty that I smashed a few days ago when I walked into your room. God, I'm so sorry about that. The cat was so pretty before I ruined it.
When you swept up the shattered pieces, you had that calm expression on your face. The one that I can never read. And you looked at me and said that you forgave me. And you kissed me. I never did apologise for that.
The things you notice...
The constant pain. You pulled that arrow from my flesh. It had hurt more because of it, but I needed it. Your words, too sweet and sometimes stinging, are the only things that can ever heal my wounds (like alchohol on a physical hurt).
You've been so patient... You've dried my tears, and always been silent through my childish tantrums; they've become so common lately.
I'll look behind me, look at you, supportive, knowing, and it hits me...
And I realise that I love you too.
AN: Less drunken then the last fic the I posted (which has since been taken down).
The things you understand...
Sometimes there are things that you think nobody could ever understand about you. Things that you think only you could ever feel. Funny how we're always wrong about these things.
Things that keep us at arms length of other people, and other things that prevent us from keeping our distance. The things that we hate. The people we hate. The people that we wish we hated. Things that complicate, and things that simplify. Things that, annoyingly enough, do both (a complication in itself). The things we wish would go away. The people we know will one day have to.
Like you, Rei. I wish you would go away, and still, I dread the moments that I spend away from you. Why do you always understand the things that I don't, and never will. The things that you shouldn't understand. The things that nobody should understand.
I keep trying to be the guy that everybody hates, but I can't be that guy if you don't hate me. I can't push everybody away if you keep pulling me closer and closer and closer... and into one of your kisses. The ones I can't say no to. The ones that make me melt. The ones that make me want you more that anything.
God, I love those kisses... funny little things, kisses. The kind of thing that can express any emotion. Anger, happiness, love, sorrow, lust - and somehow I never know what you're trying to tell me, but I know that you understand these things.
The things you do...
Your touches. Encouraging, embarrassing, loving, confusing.
The things I look forward to. Do you know that when I look away from you I don't mean for it to hurt you, but not looking away... it hurts me so much more. I just wish that I could always look away. You're so encouraging that I need you, so embarrassing that I hate you, so loving that I almost - almost - love you too, you're so confusing.
The things that make me wonder why I'm always looking forward.
You're never confused by the little things, you're never confused by anything, you're most certainly never confused by me. I wish that I did confuse you, maybe then I would be getting back at you for the confusion that you cause me.
The things that make my thoughts so choppy. So hard to understand. So broken. Broken like that tiny porcelan kitty that I smashed a few days ago when I walked into your room. God, I'm so sorry about that. The cat was so pretty before I ruined it.
When you swept up the shattered pieces, you had that calm expression on your face. The one that I can never read. And you looked at me and said that you forgave me. And you kissed me. I never did apologise for that.
The things you notice...
The constant pain. You pulled that arrow from my flesh. It had hurt more because of it, but I needed it. Your words, too sweet and sometimes stinging, are the only things that can ever heal my wounds (like alchohol on a physical hurt).
You've been so patient... You've dried my tears, and always been silent through my childish tantrums; they've become so common lately.
I'll look behind me, look at you, supportive, knowing, and it hits me...
And I realise that I love you too.