A/N: A take on what I believe Shinsuke would think of Kamui in a poem format. Inspired by a prompt i saw that asked to describe a color without naming it.
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Voiceless Red
It was in his hair, his long cascading hair, always tied in a braid.
It was in his blood dripping fingers, and in the smile he flashed to the world.
It fell on his lips and it echoed in his body, the one body enticing me to sin.
It was in whatever room he entered, it was in his burning eyes when moaning my name.
It was in his very presence like a wild forest fire whenever i laid my eyes on him.
It was the color that best suited him, framing up his flawless skin and his deep sapphire eyes like it was the only thing that was right.
It's the color i want to see, the one that reminds me of him.
It is the destilled color of a lover.
It is the unmistakable color of a killer.
It is the color that invited his words when he spoke.
It was the color of him, when he went to destroy his prey.
It was in everything of him.
It is the color of a one night stand, the color that will fade away in time from my sight.
And it had me mad with desire, it had me mad with despair, for it was a color, that wasn't mine to be had.
It was a beautiful, alluring, and irresistible, voiceless red.
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A/N: An explanation on what the poem says:
Shinsuke is in love with Kamui, they've had sex on occasion, and he's angry because he knows that Kamui is a wild creature, a pirate, and that he belongs somewhere else, he can't be tamed by him, and Kamui won't stay by his side forever.
I will post another chapter, with a similar poem describing how Kamui sees Shinsuke.