Title: "Imperfect"

Author: Trinity-chan

Pairing: Sakura Nishihori & Eiji Takaoka

Fandom: GouGou Sentai Boukenger

Theme: #27 "Overflow"

Disclaimer: Once again. Boukenger and the Utada Hikaru song "Dareka no Negai ga Kanau Koro" ("When Someone's Wish Comes True") do not belong to me. I make no money off of this.

Your happiness, the more I wish for it, the more selfish I become

Even so, I want to keep you, wherever it is

When someone's wish comes true, that girl will be crying

As it is, the door will not make a sound

You, whom everyone needs for support, I want to be the only

Person who

Can heal you by going beyond my patience a little bit more

If someone asked, Sakura would name every single one of her imperfections in five minutes or less, mood depending.

If someone asked Eiji what Sakura's imperfections were he'd say "None".

In his eyes, Sakura b was /b perfection. There was not a flaw anywhere. When he was met with the typical "Are you serious?" response, he would prattle on about how all of those perceived flaws were just part of her natural charm.

Sakura was flattered when she heard Eiji talk about her like that. It was like he was so full of love and devotion and affection fort her that it filled his heart to overflowing and he had no choice but to let it all out at once. It made her swoon for him and they would spend many a night together after such events.

Sakura had often suspected that this is what love was supposed to be like. She'd found someone who looked passed her perceived faults and saw something else. He saw something special in her and she guessed that he liked what he saw. It didn't matter.

For she too, saw past his flaws. She saw the beauty within. She saw him for more than who he was…and despite the fact that his anger towards Gai and his general "Life screwed me over and I hate it", attitude and his aloofness, she loved it. She loved his kisses, his warm embrace, his tenderness towards her, his unbreakable spirit…she loved it all.

She loved him, not in spite of the Ashu blood in him, but perhaps because of it. For without that Ashu blood, he would not be the man he was. And her certainly wouldn't be the man she loved so much

And when she found herself thinking such things, she would always wonder the same thing: "Why do people put so much emphasis on imperfections when there is someone out there who doesn't care about such things?"