Watching
*yaoi!*

So...
All I can do is sit here and watch you.
Nothing else.
But I am content with that, becasue watching you is what keeps my heart beating, /you/ keep the
life within me.
You mustn't leave me... not here in this place. This world that, where ever you are not, seems
so sad and empty. But, where you are seems to be /right/ somehow... where ever you are, I want
to be too.
Where are you now? Floating somewhere, above all these troubles and emotions that are
plagueing me.
I wonder what you would think of me if you knew...? I wonder if you'd think /anything/, being
so indifferent to the world as you are. Perhapes you'd just shrug it off with a customery 'do-aho'.
But what if you got angry? How could I live without you as my friend by my side? I can't take
that chance, so forgive me for being secretive.
Best friends aren't supposed to have secrets from each other, so let's say it's not a secret, it's a
forgotten truth.
A forgotten truth, sounds so romantic doesn't it? Well, it's not, it's just painful.
So painful... hearing about the accident. You cannot imagine how scared I was for you. I refused
to even believe it before I saw you lying there in that coma. Even though people said you looked
a wreak, to me you still looked as beautiful as you ever were. I'm so glad all those wires and
tubes and machines are gone now, so I can look on you properly.
It was an accident waiting to happen... I _told_ you not to sleep whilst riding your bike... but I
don't blame you, I blame the driver.
They say you'll wake soon, and then I'll be able to look into your eyes again. Your eyes... you
honestly don't know how beautiful they are... so beautiful that I could never describe them to you.
They are lagoons. Blue lagoons filled with desire and a burning passion. The swirling waves
breaking on the sand, the silver fish darting amongst themselves... anything that has ever been
described as beautiful, is portrayed in your eyes.

I love you.

I love the way you never smile. I love the way you have to clench your fists to stop yourself from
doing so when you want to laugh. I love the way that, when we are alone, you finally allow that
beautiful smile to grace your lips. I love your lips. I love the way they are so pale... so soft... so...
/kissable/.

I cannot contain these emotions that are taking over me. Feelings that surpass any emotion I've
ever felt on the basketball court, or anywhere else.
So, I'm sorry for this...

Leaning forwards, I put my lips within a hair's breath of yours, closing my eyes to savour the
sensation of being so near to you, the smell of your skin, the warmth of your breath.
So I say to you;
"I love you."

Perhapes it was because my own eyes were closed, that I didn't notice your two fox-like ones
watching me...

*Owari*

Authors note: *eugh!* Soppy soppy soppy... I promise I will never do this again.
Actually... I'm quite pleased with the way it turned out.... :-P
No, I will not write a sequel... so don't ask for one. It's up to you to imagine what Rukawa feels.
And yes... if you haven't guessed, it IS Sakuragi talking about Rukawa *although I think I
dropped enough hints for you to work that out :-)*
Thanx for reading my *very* soppy fic, and I apoligise for any torture I put you through from my
*terrible* fic writing!
Star :-)