The Raven, the Cat, and the Spider
A/N: Haven't updated for a long time, eh? Haha, also, be aware that I'm going to rewrite Onnashitsuji, and therefore I'll delete the fic once I get my ideas going.
Disclaimer: I only own the OCs—I would kill to own Kuroshitsuji, but I can't, so I don't own it and never will.
Warnings: OCs, Yaoi
The Raven, the Cat, and the Spider
Seven: Lovers
"Red. Valentines. Hearts. Emotion. Love."
His eyes widen in shock—in the entire wrong-ness of what he's seeing. Those two. . . beings with each other in such a wrong, wrong, wrong position. He gasps silently as he hurries out of the cramped space between the towering bookshelf and the wall. He escapes the dim, lust-scented room and into the blindingly sunny, spring-scented corridor.
He breathes heavily, taking in the faint scent of roses; like the roses he adorned on her bedside table as she sleeps.
He still hears faint footsteps on the left side of the endless corridor; there she was—in all her radiance, a bundle cradled in her arms—a bundle of assorted flowers.
Everything seems brighter with her, as he's noticed—or as he's always thought.
Candlelit halls seem to be desolate without her patrolling at night—
Of course he's been watching, what do you think? He'll just have himself locked in their quarters dreaming about her?
Well, that's what he did before.
He sits all day and night, thinking and wishing and dreaming.
One day she meets him—or he meets her.
It was the day of red, the anniversary for all lovers; St. Valentine's Day.
In a field of roses, she is like a fish out of water; bright, dark blue contrasting the red greenery.
He watches her, one of the very rare glimpses of a smile gracing her lips.
He steps forward once, but is still far away from her.
He walks closer slowly, taking a step at a time.
He forces his nervousness down his throat and down to the ground.
He breathes in slowly, the hand on his back itching to stretch out.
The wind whispers words into his ear.
She fails to notice him, until—
A rose is shoved to her cheek, a single, shy, blue rose.
"You shouldn't have cut the roses, you know." Her tone was sickly.
His eyes widened in shock, "I-I'm sor-sorry, I-I d-didn—"
"Why did you cut them, Lewis?" Her head bowed and her eyes stared at the ground.
"I thought you liked roses, blue ones." He whispers childishly, a grim look on his face.
"I—I'm sorry, it was just a holiday today and I thought that I could attempt to—"
She smiles and tugs her hand to his, "It's alright."
"You are one of the sweetest of them." He tightens his hold on her; wanting and needing at the same time.
It was disappointing. How he keeps on hoping. How he keeps on loving. How he keeps on doing for her.
A/N: Short shot is short. Long overdue. And it sucks. Read and review? Another one's coming up soon, featuring Teresa's "revamp".
