None of the characters belong to me. They are all property of the artist who come up with this idea, Kouga Yun. I just wanted to play with them a bit.

I do hope you all like this one. If you do, Please let me know.

My Butterfly

From the first day we met...

You had me under some spell. I could think of nothing but you for a long time.

I am still in a lot of pain, with mother, with Seimei, with getting used to others saying they like me, then there is you.

You, Soubi, with your, 'I love you,' you seem to cause me the most pain.

I don't think you mean to.

None of them really mean to cause the pain, but you all do.

I don't even know what to do about it.

I lay here on my rock, and the butterfly flies above me. The phone lies at my ear, silent. I wish I had my camera. To catch the memory of the butterfly. I do remember that you say you hate them.

I think you feel sorry for them more than hate them.

You feel sorry for the one's that are caught and put on display...

You are like one of those butterflies...

So beautiful, too beautiful, you are afraid of being caught...

You hide from us all...

You can be right here, yet you hide more surely than if you were in another place.

You fill my thoughts all the time.

I don't understand what is going on...

I don't understand why things are as they are.

I'm not sure I ever will understand...

There is a change in the wind.

My ear twitches, I know you are there even if you make no sound walking up. You always seem to know where to find me.

You are silent as you sit next to my rock.

I feel the flush rise on my cheeks. I wonder if you are going to kiss me again.

I'm not even sure, yet, what I think of that.

I turn my head to look at you.

Your hair falls into your face as you are leaning toward me.

"Ritsuka, are you alright?" You ask in that soft voice you have.

I nod my head, but say nothing...

I look up to the sky again, thinking of seeing the butterfly again.

You lay your hand on my arm.

"Looking for the butterfly again?" You ask me.

This time I nod my head.

"Still think about catching it?"

This time I move my hand to take your hand.

"I've already caught it." I answer.