Note: Kira's thoughts on Rei. Food for thought on my view of the series.
Disclaimer: I don't own Mars or the characters of Kira and Rei.
Watching Me
I go to school. I do my homework. I draw. I paint. Those other girls, they scorn me. They think that I'm part of some other world. But not you. The first time we met I was so afraid. I thought you were bad to the bone. You and your love of motorcycles and girls. But you looked at me and you saw me… You really saw me! The person behind these stone walls. And I saw you. The real you. Not the accessory that girls drag around for show and for pleasure. Not a person whose deeds are not always clean. I saw color. Color as fiery as the sunset and as lost and alone as a star. You didn't have to make that promise. I could survive on my own, believing my own lie. But you saw through the lies to a girl who needed someone to watch her. A wounded, dying soul in need of protection. And so you watch me. Like a dark guardian angel. A dark angel with a child's smile. And even though you take stupid risks and do a foolish thing like protecting this lonely girl. You need me almost as much as I need you. Your talk of death and the end just cover up your fears. No one else can see this. I can… We are like two pieces of an angel's broken heart. We are so much alike that it scares me at times. Too much alike and too different all at once. Life has pitted us together. Or is it Destiny that did all the work? I do not know, nor do I want to. But I must wonder… Where will the next day lead me? Another smile? Another touch? Something untouchable, yet tangible? Those other girls do not know of what we secretly share. What we do not even realize ourselves yet. Love is funny like that. I fear the day when I will wake up and you won't be there to protect me. Won't be there to watch me. Then I will die. But somehow, whenever I think of you… I feel brave. I feel better off. I feel reborn. This is not me… Yet… This is me. I look into the mirror every morning and I see someone new. You change me a little bit everyday. A different girl named Kira looks back at me and I feel happy to see that new reflection. Today I woke up to see your bracelet on my wrist. A piece of cold brightness that warms me down to my toes. A warmth that will keep me warm throughout their scorns and hurtful hands. And I feel brave. Because I know that no matter where I am… No matter where I go or what I do… I know… You're watching me…