~*When She Made me Fall*~

(A Kurama/Tamao poem by Setsumi-san)

(Disclaimer: I own neither Yu Yu Hakusho nor Shaman King.)
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When I think of Tamao

the world is much brighter.

No sorrows can plague me.

I toss them away-flick!

When she crosses my mind

she fogs and enshrouds it.

Kurama the muser

turns foolish and lovesick.

Yet how did she capture

this hidden kitsune?

I'm usually steady

but Tamao made me fall.

Oh, I'm not complaining,

but now I'm a puzzle.

I wonder exactly

how she's done it all.

Maybe it is her hair

that's pink as a tulip.

Is it her soft voice

or her ladylike grace?

Her Kokkuri practice

is very spellbinding.

Yet maybe the true spell

is her porcelain face.

What has made me love her?

I'm digging and prodding.

Then it suddenley strikes.

I don't need a reason.

It might be her beauty,

her kindness, or manners.

However, I don't know,

and that's fine. I'll ease on.
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Well minna, there you have my first Kurama/Tamao! It'll be quite a while before I write another, but it will come. Review, onegai!