Warnings: Shounen-ai with a splash of yaoi.
So beautiful.
So damn beautiful.
Look at him, with his long brown hair and smiling green eyes. Emerald green eyes. Eyes that remind me of the rolling lush fields of the world below. His coat is dirty, has always been. Yet he never cares to change it. His knotty tie is all . . . knotty. Heh.
"What?" Came the cool voice below.
"Hm?"
"What? You were smiling, and I could have sworn I heard you laugh," Green eyes are looking back at me now. Smiling green eyes.
"Iie. I was just thinking, I have wine, sakura and women. What more do I need?" I reply back casually leaning back on the tree. I close my eyes, I don't want to see his face, I might say more than I should.
It would be easy to believe what I just said; I do have my wine, with beautiful sakura petals floating around me, giving me a sense of peace. And I do have a huge bevy of women that I'm quite sure, are head of heels in love with me. It's easy to live life like that, no regrets or anything, just thinking and living in the present.
But that would mean that I would never feel his touch, hovering like butterflies over my face. Or run my fingers through his hair and touch his face. It would also mean that I would never feel him beneath me, feel him breath as the two of us became one.
That would mean that I would be losing out on a lot indeed. And I definitely don't like losing.
I open my eyes and look at him again. He has that look on his face again. That particular look when he reads one of his novels and he doesn't understand why humans do the things they do. I wonder if my eyes are giving away anything I feel. I'm quite sure they are, but I wonder if he understands.
Then the smile comes. A warm sincere smile that reaches those emerald jewels making them sparkle. I see it his eyes and I see it in his face. That beautiful face that has haunted every waking moment of mine.
"Aa."
A monosyllable. Nothing to read in it's meaning or in the casual tone it was delivered. Nothing. But then again, we never needed words and tones to define the relationship between us. We didn't need words that could be blown away by the wind, or tones that might change with the seasons.
But we understood each other. The hidden meaning and instinct in each other. The way the other move. The emotions in our eyes, hidden and cloaked to the others, but painfully obvious to the other. If one left, it was sure that the other would follow.
I leaned back on the tree again and sipped my wine. Strange, but somehow it seems to taste sweeter with Tenpou standing below me.
-Owari-