A/N: Heyo! Guess who's back? Back again? Syn is back! And here's another one of our fics. Mostly written out of sheer boredom.
Like we always do stuff.
No flames, please. It's Syn's first fic since she came home to the U.S.
Red
Red
That's the color that he is. I mean, come on! He couldn't be anything else other than red!
I mean, that's what I see whenever he opens his big, fat mouth.
That mouth has gotten us into trouble sooo many times…
Sometimes I just want to…I just want to…get him to shut it, dammit!
I mean, he picks fights with everybody- even me, the sweet, harmless girl who saved HIS life!
Ungrateful, is what some would call him, but I call him…
Dissatisfied
Yeah…he's dissatisfied. It's as if…all that I did for him- all that I do will NEVER cut it! I mean, he goes and gets himself cut up; he comes back, sliced up, punctured, grazed, broken and I almost want to scream at him. And yet…I always heal him right back up. Do I get a 'thank-you'?
…Nope. I get a, 'took-you-long-enough-you-bitch-where's-the-food?'
Then he gets hit with whatever I'm holding.
And then, here's the stupid part…the part that I can't understand…
He keeps going…almost like he's
Eager
It's almost like he WANTS to get out there and get some sharp steel waved in his face. It's pretty damn stupid if you ask me. I hope not all men are like this. I know Jin isn't…
But, then again, he hasn't taken on men single-handedly to get me back.
He does. It's almost as if he's
Proving
Something to me. Like he wants me to notice something in particular.
Sometimes I think he's trying to say something to me through his wounds, and the abuse he suffers. Almost like he's
Pleading
That look…he gives me this look when he thinks I'm not looking. It reminds me of a puppy I saw once; a stray. It was wandering around in the streets, its fur bare in places and a dirty brown in others…and when it looked at you…
The pleading was there. The raw longing- almost broken.
I see some of it in his eyes. That's only the start of his stares.
They're broken, pleading, demanding, firm, longing, bored, passionate, wild, resentful…
It's almost like being hit with a wave when his gaze washes over you.
Red
And…he's all red. His shirt, his attitude, his expressions…
His passion.
And…I can't describe it, really.
He's…red.