Just A Kiss

by Autumn Lucille

Two strangers destined to meet up on a bus. She wasn't a great chatter, more of an observer. He never have a friendly manner towards women, he said they are only a distraction. He didn't expect to fall for her aquamarine eyes the moment his gold eyes set on them. She absolutely didn't expect to end up with the golden eyed prince. - A modern AU but still in One Piece world. -

1. Chapter 1

Chapter 1: A bit of gold and aquamarine

Her pov

Come to me in my dreams, and then

By day I shall be well again.

For then the night will more than pay

The hopeless longing of the day.

Come, as thou cam'st a thousand times,

A messenger from radiant climes,

And smile on thy new world, and be

As kind to others as to me.

Or, as thou never cam'st in sooth,

Come now, and let me dream it truth.

And part my hair, and kiss my brow,

And say My love! Why sufferest thou?

Come to me in my dreams, and then

By day I shall be well again.

For then the night will more than pay

The hopeless longing of the day.

- Matthew Arnold (1822 – 1888) -

She has a habit of remembering sonnets when she travels. Soothing, she claims. Loving the history and appreciating their literature is what makes her alive. She feels the need to relive and treasure each moment she have, as if she'll perish through some sort of disease and sickness the next day. Humming her favorite tune, Debussy Clair De Lune, she was engrossed with her own thoughts when a voice startled her. "Is this seat taken?" A man, wearing a dark chocolate leather sleeve baseball jacket and a ribbed cotton Hanley in white pairing with regular dark grey denim. However, he got better the more she observe. His unique mossy green hair that had tousled griminess which promised finesse. He had strong arched brows and eyelashes so thick, it could be illegal. And then his eyes- they were intimidating and catastrophic, a pair of sharp golden eyes, encapsulate into a state of mystification flecks of gold scattered throughout his iris. He had distinct cheekbones and an angular jaw, his olive skin made him look devilishly handsome pairing up with that smirk on his face.

His pov

'Talking about beautiful. This woman is a goddess' the man said to himself. Her hair was midnight-black with the highlights of royal blue and it flowed to her back carelessly. Her enticing, aquamarine-blue eyes gazed at me, sparkling like a million stars shine bright like diamonds in the night sky. Her skin, smooth and soft like her luscious lips, mocking my calm manner. I think I've come to an understanding how that stupid curly brow feels like being around women. 'Why is she staring at me like that? Is there something on my face? Or was it my good looks that charmed her' Smirking to himself, he call out to her again.