Kenshin? Let , me dream I own you, eh? No? Oh, so you think the producers
would be angery? Well that's fine with me!^^ So I can't own you? Fine,
read..
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No longer can I comfort myself with the simple bliss that came over me when her eyes strayed to me, because she knows now as well as I of my love for her. I know she returns it, because like I, she spoke it, and I trust her with my life. But now, when I see her I am a rush of emeotions, some of which I do not know. The confusuion pounds in my brain, and though it is so painful, I love the feeling almost as much as I love her. Whenever we are near, my eyes linger upon her for what seems to be hours, whirling emotions spinning in my mind until I feel I cannot take it. I feel I need to let something go, to relieve the madness I am living, but all the while I enjoy how I feel about her, the high the emotions bring could be topped only to not having an eternity in hell to look foreward to because of my sins and crimes for which I cannot fully repent
I feel I am a puppet in some play, mastered by a single man who will never let me know what I need. Why do I feel so when our eyes meet? I want to kiss her, and maybe more, words in life I would never breath. I want to smell her hair, touch her face, and be her puppet, rather than belong to whoever I do, because whoever he is has damned me already, and so why not have someone else, somone kindly enough to explain the rush I feel, the ppouinding of it all, like how the ocean pounds upon a cliff, of the angery beat of the rain upon the roof.
My thoughs have wadered to her, and already my pulse has quickened. I realise that surely she does not love me in return. I feel as though in a haze, unsure if what had happened was a dream or not.
My heart beat pulses in my ears, the strong sound growing louder. No, those are footsteps. I stare into the light beyond my room as a pair of feet I know so well pass, my heart leaping like a bull frog into my throat, and I moan hoarsly, wishing we could be together.
But so lovely and wonderful a woman such as Kaoru could never belong to a man so seeded in pain and crime as me. I curse myself now, Kenshin Himura or not, knowing I am damned already, and wondering what Hell is like.
A though grazes my awearness quickly, and I must persue it to the darkest corners of my mind, and pry it back to the light, so I can read what I had though for so short a time. The thoughts I had wretched loose pour upon me, and I straighten them out.
Truely if I never was the battosai, I cound not have met her. Truely If still I was the battosai, she would have killed me the day we met. I see now that I would have harmed her innocence more by having never changed. Yet sometimes my former self struggles beneath the surface, wanting to join the world again that was once his.
The odd rush of emotion flows like the ocean in high tide over me, and I am drowning in the depths of it, pulling myself up, but it keeps getting deeper. Confusion, pain, love, grief, want, jealousy, blood lust, anger, bliss, joy, just to name a few swarm over me, and I am lost for but a moment before her image at the door drains the tank of emotion I was in, and I can breathe again.
Lines of worry decorate her face, and I long to have her in my grasp, knowing I shouldn't, but aching to none the less. Her feet move toward me and with it her body, with a grace I never knew before I saw her. She pulls the dark blanket I had been hiding in away, by lighting a lamp and sitting beside me. Her eyes remind me also of the ocean, beautiful and calm, so ready to smother me if they get the chance. Her musical voice chimes though my head, and I look at her, my locks of fire tumbling over my shoulder as my gaze falls upon her. My name is uttered from her rosey lips, the ones so deperatly I want to hold into my own. My breathing becomes labored again, and she whispers the words I thought she had said already. "I love you too, Miss Kaoru, that I do.." I cannot believe I said that. It came without effort, passing my lips as though always upon the tip of my tongue. And they were.
Her scent fills my head, as well as her beauty, and I close my eyes, not knowing what else to do. She takes me into a grasp long neglected, and I surround her as her lips dart to mine, locking as she makes a soft sound of want and pleasure. I feel myself slipping away from the conscious mind I have long kept, loosing myself as she accepts my tongue into her without hesitation, and I explore her mouth, breathing heavily as my hand moves to her collar bone, and tries to slide further, but at that moment, I crash back, and allow it no more enjoyment, though my tongue and hers have been touching for so long now.
Then she pulls away for breath, looking startled by the beauty, grace and need of it. A tear lines her eyes, and hastily I remove it in a gental sweep of my naughty hand, before she breaths that dinner is ready, and stands. But I allow her to move no further before taking her again into my arms, tongue sweeping into her mouth in just the same way. And we are locked, we are one. And I hope it remains this way forever, because I realise my storm of emotion regns only when she is not in my grasp.
It is at this time I know already we have told eachother of our love, and I remember all of the mis-adventures we had been on since the moment I breathed to her how deep my care was. I remember my death, and all between, and now after, toothough how I could have forgotten baffles me. And now I want her, so baddly, but I could never take her, and settle it at that. But I wish we could be together for eternity, and I hope some how I will be over looked, and gain passage into Heaven.
----------- Sorry to those who dislike that I said Kimono on Kenshin, I err dun really know what guys wear..lol..But I'm not gunna correct myself, because I'm lazy.So, imagine it said.. Gi or whatever.lol.Sorry again
No longer can I comfort myself with the simple bliss that came over me when her eyes strayed to me, because she knows now as well as I of my love for her. I know she returns it, because like I, she spoke it, and I trust her with my life. But now, when I see her I am a rush of emeotions, some of which I do not know. The confusuion pounds in my brain, and though it is so painful, I love the feeling almost as much as I love her. Whenever we are near, my eyes linger upon her for what seems to be hours, whirling emotions spinning in my mind until I feel I cannot take it. I feel I need to let something go, to relieve the madness I am living, but all the while I enjoy how I feel about her, the high the emotions bring could be topped only to not having an eternity in hell to look foreward to because of my sins and crimes for which I cannot fully repent
I feel I am a puppet in some play, mastered by a single man who will never let me know what I need. Why do I feel so when our eyes meet? I want to kiss her, and maybe more, words in life I would never breath. I want to smell her hair, touch her face, and be her puppet, rather than belong to whoever I do, because whoever he is has damned me already, and so why not have someone else, somone kindly enough to explain the rush I feel, the ppouinding of it all, like how the ocean pounds upon a cliff, of the angery beat of the rain upon the roof.
My thoughs have wadered to her, and already my pulse has quickened. I realise that surely she does not love me in return. I feel as though in a haze, unsure if what had happened was a dream or not.
My heart beat pulses in my ears, the strong sound growing louder. No, those are footsteps. I stare into the light beyond my room as a pair of feet I know so well pass, my heart leaping like a bull frog into my throat, and I moan hoarsly, wishing we could be together.
But so lovely and wonderful a woman such as Kaoru could never belong to a man so seeded in pain and crime as me. I curse myself now, Kenshin Himura or not, knowing I am damned already, and wondering what Hell is like.
A though grazes my awearness quickly, and I must persue it to the darkest corners of my mind, and pry it back to the light, so I can read what I had though for so short a time. The thoughts I had wretched loose pour upon me, and I straighten them out.
Truely if I never was the battosai, I cound not have met her. Truely If still I was the battosai, she would have killed me the day we met. I see now that I would have harmed her innocence more by having never changed. Yet sometimes my former self struggles beneath the surface, wanting to join the world again that was once his.
The odd rush of emotion flows like the ocean in high tide over me, and I am drowning in the depths of it, pulling myself up, but it keeps getting deeper. Confusion, pain, love, grief, want, jealousy, blood lust, anger, bliss, joy, just to name a few swarm over me, and I am lost for but a moment before her image at the door drains the tank of emotion I was in, and I can breathe again.
Lines of worry decorate her face, and I long to have her in my grasp, knowing I shouldn't, but aching to none the less. Her feet move toward me and with it her body, with a grace I never knew before I saw her. She pulls the dark blanket I had been hiding in away, by lighting a lamp and sitting beside me. Her eyes remind me also of the ocean, beautiful and calm, so ready to smother me if they get the chance. Her musical voice chimes though my head, and I look at her, my locks of fire tumbling over my shoulder as my gaze falls upon her. My name is uttered from her rosey lips, the ones so deperatly I want to hold into my own. My breathing becomes labored again, and she whispers the words I thought she had said already. "I love you too, Miss Kaoru, that I do.." I cannot believe I said that. It came without effort, passing my lips as though always upon the tip of my tongue. And they were.
Her scent fills my head, as well as her beauty, and I close my eyes, not knowing what else to do. She takes me into a grasp long neglected, and I surround her as her lips dart to mine, locking as she makes a soft sound of want and pleasure. I feel myself slipping away from the conscious mind I have long kept, loosing myself as she accepts my tongue into her without hesitation, and I explore her mouth, breathing heavily as my hand moves to her collar bone, and tries to slide further, but at that moment, I crash back, and allow it no more enjoyment, though my tongue and hers have been touching for so long now.
Then she pulls away for breath, looking startled by the beauty, grace and need of it. A tear lines her eyes, and hastily I remove it in a gental sweep of my naughty hand, before she breaths that dinner is ready, and stands. But I allow her to move no further before taking her again into my arms, tongue sweeping into her mouth in just the same way. And we are locked, we are one. And I hope it remains this way forever, because I realise my storm of emotion regns only when she is not in my grasp.
It is at this time I know already we have told eachother of our love, and I remember all of the mis-adventures we had been on since the moment I breathed to her how deep my care was. I remember my death, and all between, and now after, toothough how I could have forgotten baffles me. And now I want her, so baddly, but I could never take her, and settle it at that. But I wish we could be together for eternity, and I hope some how I will be over looked, and gain passage into Heaven.
----------- Sorry to those who dislike that I said Kimono on Kenshin, I err dun really know what guys wear..lol..But I'm not gunna correct myself, because I'm lazy.So, imagine it said.. Gi or whatever.lol.Sorry again