Thank you for the kind review Aurora of the Moon, it was greatly
appreciated! Well anyways on to the next chapter of this fic! Once more
this is in Ishtar's POV and the next will probably be in Malik's. Once
more warning there will be very slight yaoi, although it may be interpreted
for deep friendship, what ever you wish it to be.
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I listen to the sound of you two banging away at the piano. Well it's more like making music. I see you brush away your bangs with an impatient toss of your burnished head as your face is concentrated on the keys before you. Isis has that exact look on her face. The resemblance between you two is so uncanny. Who would have ever thought you could play the piano? And so well at it too? You're so misunderstood. I know for a fact your not insane, quite far form it. I think you're quite the genius. I've seen you play the piano, it's extraordinary, the way your lithe fingers slip around the keys, producing the most beautiful music I've ever heard. Isis calls it talent. She's so proud of how well you play. I know I am. It just amazes me, the way that by pressing the black and white you can produce music. I'm proud about many things about you. The way you play the god damn piano so well, the way you learn everything so quickly, your immense knowledge of books and fine arts. You really are a genius Malik, you truly are. I know a lot of people assume you're a dumb blonde, but far from it. You're so misunderstood. I really wish that those baka's could see you now; your finger's flying, eyes glowing with excitement and joy, your face concentrated yet peaceful. If only they knew you the way I did, they would be awed by your brilliance.
I watch you yawn widely before crawling into my bed. Your sleepy lavender orbs gaze up at me slightly glazed over with dreams interrupted. I let you crawl in, welcoming the extra warmth you bring in. You smile at me sleepily before laying on your stomach, disheveled head resting right over my heart.* I carefully bring my arm around your back, making sure it doesn't hurt you. You were always so small, so delicate looking. I always had the impression that you could break into a thousand pieces if I wasn't careful. I look down to see you look at me through half lidded eyes.
"Get some sleep hikari."
I see your illuminated blonde head move as you shift to get more comfortable then you close those bright eyes of yours. Soon your even breathing tells me you've drifted off to the land of dreams. I twirl a lock of your sun bleached hair in my hands and kiss your smooth cheek. Hikari your one of a kind you know that? You've had a hard life, yet you seem to blossom even under the oppressing darkness. You make me wonder, you really do. Why are you stuck with me? An embodiment of hate, a yami of the darkest dark. Even through this you have grown to love me. Why so? Why do you love me? What is so special about me? What do you see in me? I close my own dull lavender eyes and let sleep claim even as these question's buzz around in my mind. But right before I drift off to sleep I let my head rest on your soft on and whisper into your ear.
"Love you hikari."
You mumble something out but I hear you loud and clear through my question buzzing mind.
/Love you too yam. / **************************************************************** ******************** So how did you like that? I know that Ishtar is very OCC but like I said the title of this is misunderstood, so it's very different to what other people usually write. I've very sorry if you don't like his characteristics. Gomen nasi minna-san!
*I don't know. Do yami's have a heart that actually beats? I mean they are immortal spirits; well they do in this fic.
Anyways, please read and review and I will kiss the ground you walk on. I accept all kinds of reviews even flames. The next chapter will be in our beloved Malik's POV, which I will post soon. Thank you and Ja ne ^_^!
I listen to the sound of you two banging away at the piano. Well it's more like making music. I see you brush away your bangs with an impatient toss of your burnished head as your face is concentrated on the keys before you. Isis has that exact look on her face. The resemblance between you two is so uncanny. Who would have ever thought you could play the piano? And so well at it too? You're so misunderstood. I know for a fact your not insane, quite far form it. I think you're quite the genius. I've seen you play the piano, it's extraordinary, the way your lithe fingers slip around the keys, producing the most beautiful music I've ever heard. Isis calls it talent. She's so proud of how well you play. I know I am. It just amazes me, the way that by pressing the black and white you can produce music. I'm proud about many things about you. The way you play the god damn piano so well, the way you learn everything so quickly, your immense knowledge of books and fine arts. You really are a genius Malik, you truly are. I know a lot of people assume you're a dumb blonde, but far from it. You're so misunderstood. I really wish that those baka's could see you now; your finger's flying, eyes glowing with excitement and joy, your face concentrated yet peaceful. If only they knew you the way I did, they would be awed by your brilliance.
I watch you yawn widely before crawling into my bed. Your sleepy lavender orbs gaze up at me slightly glazed over with dreams interrupted. I let you crawl in, welcoming the extra warmth you bring in. You smile at me sleepily before laying on your stomach, disheveled head resting right over my heart.* I carefully bring my arm around your back, making sure it doesn't hurt you. You were always so small, so delicate looking. I always had the impression that you could break into a thousand pieces if I wasn't careful. I look down to see you look at me through half lidded eyes.
"Get some sleep hikari."
I see your illuminated blonde head move as you shift to get more comfortable then you close those bright eyes of yours. Soon your even breathing tells me you've drifted off to the land of dreams. I twirl a lock of your sun bleached hair in my hands and kiss your smooth cheek. Hikari your one of a kind you know that? You've had a hard life, yet you seem to blossom even under the oppressing darkness. You make me wonder, you really do. Why are you stuck with me? An embodiment of hate, a yami of the darkest dark. Even through this you have grown to love me. Why so? Why do you love me? What is so special about me? What do you see in me? I close my own dull lavender eyes and let sleep claim even as these question's buzz around in my mind. But right before I drift off to sleep I let my head rest on your soft on and whisper into your ear.
"Love you hikari."
You mumble something out but I hear you loud and clear through my question buzzing mind.
/Love you too yam. / **************************************************************** ******************** So how did you like that? I know that Ishtar is very OCC but like I said the title of this is misunderstood, so it's very different to what other people usually write. I've very sorry if you don't like his characteristics. Gomen nasi minna-san!
*I don't know. Do yami's have a heart that actually beats? I mean they are immortal spirits; well they do in this fic.
Anyways, please read and review and I will kiss the ground you walk on. I accept all kinds of reviews even flames. The next chapter will be in our beloved Malik's POV, which I will post soon. Thank you and Ja ne ^_^!