Young Shinobu watched; that's all he could do. The older man sitting at the table, seeming to be in his late twenties, or early thirties, was surrounded by strange, old books. The majority of people living in the world today, Shinobu included, would pass these books by without a second glance, but this dark haired individual seemed highly interested in the dusty pages. The collection consisted of a variety of classic literature, primarly by English authors, such as Shakespeare or Oscar Wilde. The diligence this man held was mesmerizing. The light-skinned stranger seemed as if the world around him was gone and completely forgotten as he scribbled countless notes in a leather notepad and flooded each page of each novel with sticky notes. His pen flew across the page expertly, recording favorite lines, scenes the novel could have done without, scenes that were crucial, and character critiques in a somewhat messy scrawl. He seemed so concentrated in his work; Shinobu knew immediately that he must be an editor or proffesor. Shinobu studied his from afar, taking in every curve and line in his face. His hair covered the deep blue eyes slightly but showed just enough so the intense admiration for whatever the old man was doing was visible. His face showed his years, but was nowhere near unattractive. Wisdom was easily recognized in his features. The younger teenage male stood halfway behind a bookshelf, trying to stay somewhat hidden so he woulnd't be too obviously staring.

Sadly, his curiosity took the better of him as he was easily fascinated by this man. Shinobu, tending to despise anything cliche, could have punched himself for the school girl blush engulfing his features as he admired the man's torso and chest, gratingly hidden behind the meddlesome white cotton button up. the top two buttons were undone (most likely due to the heat of the late summer afternoon), displaying a sliver of his broad chest, decorated with a thin, attractive amount of midnight-toned chest hair.

The man ran a thick hand through his black locks of hair, brushing his fringe back on the top of his head. After nearly two minutesof admiring, the old man looked up suddenly at the unsuspecting Shinobu who, out of surprise, stumbled backwards into a sturdy bookshelf, knocking over two novels. He cursed himself for his clumsiness, and hid his face hoping his wild blush went unnoticed. Cleaning up the discarded novels, he fled from the library, the original errand he had set out to run forgetten completely.

HEY~ thanks for taking the time to read this really short story! I hope you all enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it! XD The terrorist couple is definitely one of my favorites (trailing slighlty behind Romantica). I hate to choose though! /sorry Egoist! ): / Anyway, I vaguely remember in the anime Shinobu mentioning how he stalked- I MEAN ADMIRED- Miyagi in a library at one point, so that's where this drabble came from. I'm thinking of adding more short stories/drabbles to this one that are unrelated... TELL MEH IF I SHOULD!

Thanks! please review~!