AN:: I love this couple. And frankly, it's been inspiring me even more to finish my GaaLee fanfiction. So I hope you enjoy it. :3
. : No, Not in the Least : .
It was him, I knew. Him that made my insides twist and writhe with the very thought of seeing him. Which of course I did every second of every day, making me constantly feel as though I were a sick, blushing schoolgirl.
Not the way Kira would ever act, should ever act. But, that just drew attention away from me. Not that I liked that. I hated to admit that I enjoyed Ryuuzaki's attention in every possible form. Because of course, he was now my reason for rising each day with even the most miniscule hint of enthusiasm or energy. Him that I wanted to see each and every morning.
Not that I would ever admit that.
In the event that I did so, however, I could not possibly explain it. It was just him in general, I supposed. No one thing about Ryuuzaki attracted me, not individually. It was more…the picture that the little parts of him made up that I loved.
But of course I didn't love him. Not at all.
It was the way that he held things so precariously, as if they were absolutely and lethally venomous, or going to chomp viciously on his fingers given the chance. It was entirely unnecessarily adorable and he would simply not stop, though I wouldn't want him to.
Of course not, because of course I didn't care. No.
It was the way he stared, eyes wide, like a great, ethereal bird of the night, ebony eyes absorbing every detail with inhuman speed, calculating and re-calculating and concluding and doing it all over again. It was eerie and yet so intriguing, and it was this feature that made me sometimes lose my guard to those endless eyes of coal, and at the same time be drawn to them.
But I needed so much to stay away.
Of course I did.
It was the way he ate sugar. Sugar for breakfast, sugar for lunch, sugar as a snack, and sugar for dinnertime. Sugar, in all of its various forms, never failed to serve as his entire food pyramid. I had long-since concluded that he had some type of oral complex, always putting something sickeningly sweet in his mouth. I had also come to wonder if he tasted like everything he ate. And the thought made me squirm, but I didn't stop thinking it.
Of course not, because he was as addicting as good coffee, like the sweets and cream and sprinkles he ingested daily—
No. I was not thinking it. Because I did not care.
I do not love him.
No…no, not in the least.
…obviously.
AN:: That one was kind of crappy and short, but enjoy anyway. LOL!