Title: Rhapsody
Rating: Romance
Pairing / Characters: Abarai Renji
Word Count: 435 words
Warnings: Nothing…
Summary: Renji rhapsodises about Rukia
A/N: sigh the fluttering of a heart in love… (pardon me while I lose the contents of my stomach.) no, really, I enjoyed writing this. Renji would do something like this, especially after he's gotten drunk…
I wish someone would invent a love song for idiots like me who have trouble expressing themselves to the ones they love.
I tried writing a poem for her once, and I think it was the stupidest thing I've ever written. (The report I submitted to Kuchiki-taichou last week when I was still nursin a hangover doesn't count)
I can sort of remember what I wanted to say – something about the midnight beauty of her eyes, the cool porcelain of her face, the grace of her movements, the richness of her voice… I dunno, something like that. I was just past the point of totally smashed when I wrote it, so its hardly a wonder that she just looked at me and asked me if I'd eaten anything.
Heh, writin poetry is hard enough when you're sober, never mind when you've had one too many jugs of sake.
No wonder only the nobles like Kuchiki-taichou do stuff like that.
No, what I wanted to say was that nothing on earth or beyond it can compare to her.
The night sky is shamed by the midnight beauty of her eyes, the snow, shamed by the purity of her skin. Her movements are so graceful, hiding such power, like clear water flowing over ice – simple, beautiful, eternal…
When she walks past, heads turn to stare at her, as they rightly should. It isn't her nobility that gives her such a regal bearing, but the strength of her soul.
She never even notices the stares.
Even when she is just relaxing, just sitting in the sunshine, she outweighs the beauty of every classical painting I've ever seen. Even the delicate colours of the sakura trees can't compare to the faint flush on her cheeks when she's embarrassed.
Even the way her name sounds is beautiful, a breeze on a hot summers day.
And oh, when she speaks… when she's not teed off with ya… every lilt of her tone, every word that flows from her lips… it's only worth comparing to the rich velvet that I've seen in the living world. If a woman's voice could be a colour, hers would be old silver, or purple, like royalty. Yeah, purple is better, it fits her station.
I'm obsessed with her, obsessed with every single aspect of her. Even when she's angry, nothing comes close to measurin up to her. If she's a rich man's treasure, then Kuchiki-taichou would be that man – but me? I'm the lucky one. I'm the treasurer, the one who gets to see her beauty when it counts.
Could love get any better than that?
