Bishounen

A Gravi mini-fic by Jennifer A. Wand

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I'm a bishounen.

I know I am. A pretty boy.
Rich, famous, and powerful. And handsome.
Blond hair and sex appeal. It's pretty simple.

Why lie about it, anyway? I've been followed around by enough women to know it by now. There's only so much humility one can fake, after all. So I'll start by admitting it. I'm a bishounen.

What I don't understand is how that automatically makes me gay.

I'm not. You should know by now how appealing women can be to me. Why do you think I've chosen the profession I'm in? I mean, look at my life. Is this the life - the history - of someone who isn't interested in women?

Not that I have anything against gay people, of course. Look at the company I keep. :smirk:

The main point is, I'm not in love with him. That's what I'm trying to get across.

No, I don't care what you've seen or what you've heard me say. I always have my reasons, even if they don't make sense to you. But I'm not in love with him.

Do I care about him? Of course. But more like a little brother than anything else. I mean, he's basically a kid who hasn't grown up yet. I'm the adult, the mature one who can help him get his life together.

I mean, who couldn't care about him? He's so... needy.

But at the same time, how could I truly be in love with him? With those hurt-filled eyes of his, with that body that seems to lean on me like I was the only one supporting his world... You can't be in love with someone just because they need you. That's not love. It's pity. Obligation.

It's just that I want to be there for him. I can't see throwing him onto the street and letting real life eat away at him.

Maybe my affection for him has clouded my judgement too often recently. Maybe I've said things, done things that weren't the smartest. But it's affection. Not love. Not in that sense.

Besides...

that wouldn't be fair to my wife, now would it?

Mika-san deserves better than that.

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:snicker: