Tsukeshiro's plight
by ^death^ Himura
Disclaimer: Tsukeshiro-kun does not belong to me. In fact, none of the characters from Flame of Recca does. This is a fic dedicated to an online friend of mine, Scarr. Have fun... I just hope I got the facts right. *grinz*
Tsukeshiro...
Tsukerose...
Day in day out.
Morning, evening and night.
The Uruha never fail to make fun of my... present gender mis-identity.
Truly they would have known
I'm male
From head to toe
So I look like a girl
Big deal
So does Raiha-san and that Mikagami
Alright
He's not in Uruha
But I'm trying to make a point!
I'm worried bout my looks
Who wouldn't!
I'm worried about my skin
Acne isn't in
I'm worried about fashion
It's hard to get things that match and fit
So I still don't get it
Why make fun of me?
I'm your average pretty-boy bishounen
Under-rated
Always mistaken
Where's my fan club?
Even Joker-san has one
Where's my adoring, drooling fans?
Save for me, even Genjuro has one
None I tell you
I'm all alone
A pitiful
Pretty
Undeniably snazzy
Dark-haired
Masculine
Hazy moon-wielding
The only Uruha member who's always teased upon.
Dang!
Out of moisturizer again.
Autho's Notes: Yeah baby yeah. Do the chicken dance. Cluck cluck pe KOK!!!