A/N: My humblest apologies to Simone Robinson for stealing her writing style. I couldn't help it, it demanded to be written this way.
I hope I have done it, and her, justice.
This is for my friends in the late night RPG group.
I think you know why.
Mitsuko
They danced in perfect harmony. The perfect pair.
Red and green intertwined with cream and black.
The soft quiet rustle of precious silks. The perfect undertone,
To the harsh slap of leather and metal.
Perfume, sweat,
Lipstick, liquor
Both at once too big and too small
Half the size and twice all in one.
One with too little. Needing. Wanting. Reaching for
The one with too much,
Dipping, sifting, sorting chaff from wheat.
Finding wholeness where there was none.
Finding acceptence in a world that never understood.
Finding shelter in a little haven two hearts shared.
Finding, as they danced, the world finally stood still.
And made sense,
For a little while.
Make sense for a long while.
Please?
Softness where there was none.
Bravery where courage was lacking.
Little one.
Precious one.
Wanted one.
Needed one.
Don't go.
Don't leave me to my fate.
Stay with me.
Envelope me in your world of silks and pretty things.
Little butterfly.
Light upon my dreaded world.
For I am weary.
So weary.
The fight is long and hard.
Stay and make it better.
Dance with me,
Dance.
Perhaps, then, my brothers and the world will see,
That I am more than the sum of my parts.
Parts the world forces me to play.
Perhaps.
Small one.
Beloved one.
Protected one.
Stay.
Be mine.
Always mine.
Mitsuko.
Rave, rant, review, I don't care.
This wasn't written for anyone but,
Mitsuko.
Hope I did ya justice babe.