A/N: Shiori and Kurama poem. Shiori has realized on her own.
My Perfect Demon
You are the perfect human.
Polite, thoughtful, handsome
Always the gentleman,
Always a perfect human.
You are not human.
There was never a human being
So handsome; so graceful; so loving
And so lonely.
You gave yourself away
By the touch of your hand -
The turn of your head -
I know, they know; it's impossible
In the corner of your eye there are memories
Memories that shine through;
I can see them;
Though you guard your secrets
Like precious, precious jewels.
You are not a perfect human.
You are not a human at all.
I love you so.
Be my perfect demon?
A/N:Another interpretation of this poem is Kurama talking to himself. I'd like to give credit to Lady of the Red Rose and Rain for this idea.