Author's Notes: This story is Yaoi. I've mentioned this before. If you don't like it, don't read it. I really don't know where I'm going with this, this chapter is obviously not the last, but it could turn out to be 3 chapters... oras many as30. Who knows?

Pairings: SeijiXTouma, not sure other than that, 'cause this is one of those "go with the flow" things.

Disclaimer:I do not own Ronin Warriors, or Yoroiden Samourai Troopers.

So close. His pale face was close enough for me to touch. I settled for just watching him. His eyebrows were drawn together in concentration. His lip twitched up slightly on the left side when he read over something that amused him. Every so often he'd reach up and push escaoing hairs back behind his ears. He looks up.

"What?"

"Hm?"

"You're staring."

Damn…

"I was just thinking. Sorry"

He looks back down at his book. A blue lock of hair falls gracefully down to rest on his forehead.. He doesn't notice, and I am tempted to reach over and brush it out of his face. A few minutes go by, and he looks up again.

"Am I really that interesting to watch?"

I blush. Yes.

"I just zoned out, and I happened to be looking in your direction." I put as much irritation as I could into my words. Smooth, Seiji, good comeback.

He gets up and walks over to my chair. He leans down, almost close enough to kiss, but sadly stops just short. Damn again. He puts a hand on either side of my face, and turns my face to the side, opposite his chair.

"There. Think away," he says with a crooked little smile.

My cheeks are still tingling where he had touched them, so I must have given him a look that was a little less than intelligent.

He sighed. "I can't read when I know people are looking at me… Or in my direction," he adds with a smirk.

I hear the chair creak as he settles back into his book. I am debating whether or not to just continue staring at him, and hope that he figures out why it is that I'm "zoning out" with my head in his direction. Hahaha. Yeah right. Nice thought, but the chances are still zero. Deciding not to, I sigh and get up. One of these days you are going to have to tell him. You can't live like this forever. Walking out of the room, and just barely resisting the urge to ruffle his hair as I pass by, I am inclined to agree with my conscience. My stomach, doing back flips at the thought of my secret getting out, disagrees. Not today though. Later... next week maybe… or next month… or...never.

Author's Notes: Well, that's it. What do you think? My first fanfic ever. WOot.