She'd watched him.
Watched as he stood, stunted, shy, awkward around others.
It intrigued her.
Ebony, white. So bland, yet so beautiful.
Emotionless?
Right. You couldn't change the way a human was made.
Emotions made up a person.
He was her project.
He was the core of her curiosity.
Emotions? Did he feel them?
"No."
She'd asked him.
'Did he feel?'
He'd replied, empty and soulless.
Her shoulders dropped.
"Not even... happiness?"
A smile, forced for her.
"No."
Long lashes, brushing against high cheekbones.
He really was beautiful.
Sea green eyes, widened.
Heart, thumping.
"Not even... love?"
Would he know?
Could he see?
Would she see?
Would she know?
He had emotions.
He hid them.
He beat them.
He tortured them.
Could she tell?
Behind his eyes,
For her,
Mesmerisation.
Lust.
Desire.
Love?
Feelings, overpowering.
He'd felt her eyes, watching, observing, searching.
Now he was doing the same.
Watching.
Observing.
Searching.
A smile, forced for the delicate yet fiery angel in front of him.
"Love? I'm afraid I have no idea what that is."
Lies. All lies.
He knew. He felt it.
Etched into his bones, silky in his veins, velvet in his skin...
"Y-You don't know what love is?"
...Sweet music to his ears.
"No. Will you show me?"
Show him love.
Show him... love.
I'll rip out my heart and show it you,
A painful thought.
It was true, then.
The empty bucket of curiosity,
Filled.
He couldn't feel. He wouldn't feel.
The roots had his emotions deep beneath the ground.
Blurred vision.
Eyes stung.
Unrequited love.
She didn't want to feel either. Pain. Love. Agony.
Rejection.
"You can't show love, Sai."
Angry, tense, broken words.
She left no time.
Her back, turned on him,
Her feet, treading softly, slowly away.
As she'd watched, she'd learned.
As she learned, she liked.
As she liked, she loved.
She knew him.
He knew her.
Fiery.
Alive.
Strong.
Pretty.
Her back, on him.
His heart, clenched.
The cage, holding them in,
It rattled, it shook,
It yelled, it screamed.
It broke.
Warm hand around her wrist,
Surprised eyes,
A surprised kiss.
Soft lips, on hers,
Gone too quick.
"Am I right in saying that is how you show love?"
His warm breath, kissing the air between them.
Her mind, blank.
He felt?
He loved?
"You... You don't feel love."
Her voice, uneasy, shaking, trembling.
A smile, genuine, just for her.
"I do..."
One side of his lips, quirked.
"...For you."
Their lips, connected again.
Urgent hands,
Passion, ignited.
Drawn apart and heavy breaths.
Sakura, breathless.
A smile, just for him. Bright,
Beautiful,
Alive.