Guarded
A/N: Who wants some Raikim? I do! And I'm sure you crazies do too, so help yourselves! This is pathetically short, I know, and I apologize, but I'm still working on writing everybody else, so the Raikim will get better as I go. Enjoy!
The most intriguing thing about the Wind Dragon, to Emma anyway, were his eyes. They were a bright emerald, unlike any she'd ever seen. Quite fascinating, actually.
What puzzled her, though, was how unreadable they were. She knew how to mask your intentions and bottle your feelings, how to con so well that you almost believe in the illusion- almost- so she knew how to read eyes.
And Raimundo was a closed book. Sure, you could easily tell how he felt by his voice, his posture, how his hands moved, everyday telltale signs she'd learned to pick up. But she just couldn't read his eyes.
And it bugged her.
So she'd throw him off guard, be more spontaneous than usual, less so, ask odd questions intermixed with important or mundane ones, anything to make him lose his cool.
But it didn't. Work. And she was getting annoyed. The experiment had been going on for a week and had still yielded no results. (She had, however, found out that he had very good reflexes and talked in his sleep.)
Oh, sure, she'd thrown him off plenty of times, she was good at that, but though his expressions changed, his eyes didn't. They stayed that guarded, vibrant green. She was going nowhere, fast. Until, finally, she got an answer.
Emma had practically given up, so she was taking a 'sulk walk' around the temple. When she saw Raimundo and Kimiko skipping rocks in the meditation pool, she didn't think much of it, just strolled on by.
But she backtracked when she saw Raimundo's eyes.
They were alight with joy and love, happiness at just being with that special someone. There was no guardedness, no shrouds, and no cover to maintain. Just him and Kimiko, as far as Rai was concerned.
The rest of the day Emma walked around so smugly that everyone thought she'd killed Jack and stolen his fridge.