Author's Note: originally written for the moonlight flower week 23, lolita theme. Revised.

Warning: lolita; pedophilia

Little Flower

How can I explain this to a mortal mind, whose values are that of a Man--and I am anything but. They say that to be with you, a mere child, is sin, evil. Yet, compared to the centuries of my gazing, you will always remain thus: you now before me green, unbloomed is no different from your fruits at 20.

Here, I can break you, mold you, and make you into anything I desire. Little flower, you are mine since the day I cut death for you and like water gave you life.

Even now, as I cradle you in my arms, and the mere size of me covers you from the gaze of others, I can not help but be awed. With the lightest of pressures, I can snuff you out. My claws pressed against the veins of your essence and instantly you are gone. But with a moment's thought, I hesitant. You will live a day longer, a day closer to blooming. I have already decided the course of your youth. Regardless of the outcome, you will always be little and eventually whither away.

But not today.

Today, you are soft. Not a wrinkle, not a flaw. The taste of lingering childhood is nothing but perfection. There is so much more to this than you know!

How can I explain that your screams enthrall my most basic of instincts? I wish to tame you, Rin. I can not help it. Even when you cover your mouth and muffle the agony I put you through, even when your silent tears fall, I can not help it.

You are the most addictive of opiates. This human body, I must touch completely, taste fully, and feel that which is mine alone to possess. I will shape you. And your fruits will be my fruits, and your blossoms my doing. I need not enlighten you to my thoughts. Then again, you will never ask for an explanation of what I am and what you are to me. So fair, so young, my small companion of mortality.

"Come here."