Love?
Kurama
He puzzles me.
Eyes, the color of blood, dart around the area that we are walking through, yet remaining completely focused. His third eye is covered by a thin white headband.
I often wish he wouldn't cover it.
His darting eyes finally land on mine, and they pause for a moment. They search my own eyes before moving on.
It's a wonder how a fire demon can be so cold.
I smile to myself. THe silly little youkai WAS cold. But I like the cold. I understand parts of him that no one else will ever understand.
I don't understand all of him. Not at all. I don't suppose I ever will, even if he explains himself to me.
He puzzles me, yet he fascinates me as well.
Like his boy. There is not a flaw on his entire body. He has perfectly formed muscles, completely in proportion with the rest of him. He doesn't look like a body builder, although he's put more training in than 20 of them put together. His training focuses his strength. Body builders simply got bigger and uglier.
He is so thin.
He walks beside me with his top off, and despite all his muscles, I can see a rib poking out. I absently wonder how many meals he has neglected this week. I close my eyes, smiling. I imagine tying him with vines and roses and force-feeding him various fruits and breads...
He brushes up against me, bringing me out of my fantasy. He doesn't look at me, I notice.
Perhaps he knows I am thinking of him.
I wouldn't mind that much if he DID know. I'm sure he knows how I feel.
Love is such a weak word. It's overused these days - it's become an abused word that is mostly used to manipulate people.
I would never try to use him, and there is no word to describe my feelings toward him.
Yuusuke and Keiko have a love relationshp. It's not the abused form of love - it is genuine.
But what I feel for my three-eyed fire demon is deeper and stronger than love.
Perhaps he doesn't know how I feel. How could he, if I don't exactly know myself?
His eyes once again slide towards mine, and for a brief moment that corners of his mouth turn slightly upwards.
My eyes brighten.
I don't have to exactly what it is I feel. I just have to know he knows.
Which he does.