I felt an urgent need to write something short, and this was what happened. Ryou POV. I don't own Yugioh.
WONDER
He stood and stared, but he couldn't see very well. It was dark. All he had was the light of the stars. And it was very quiet. No wind to make noise, no people to make noise. Meant he could focus. And focus he did. There wouldn't be another chance for him to focus.
The light reflected off the thief's hair. Made it shiny. Shiny was nice on hair like that. He watched the thief stretch his arms up, and the light shone on his skin. It looked pale and clean. He knew better. The thief avoided washing if he could. Like he needed to anyway. He didn't do much.
He wanted to see the thief's face. A pretty face. Cancelled out his sadistic streak. But he didn't want the thief to turn around. The thief would see him staring, and the thief would hurt him. He didn't want to be hurt by someone so pretty. He was ok though, because the thief stayed.
It was dangerous. He had had enough of focusing now. But he couldn't stop. There was so much to focus on with the light. The thief's hair and the thief's skin and the thief's clothes and the way the thief was sitting. If the stars stopped shining, maybe. They kept going. So all he could do was stand and stare.
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