Disclaimer: Gravitation is not mine...wah
Summary: Some crazy thing I thought up because I'm reading a vampire Naruto fanfic..so how does Ta/Ryu come in? I have no idea o-o lol one-shot, shonen-ai
Title: You Silly, Pretty, Goof
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RYUICHI'S P.O.V
I saw you, once. When you were so young. That shggy mop of raven-black hair, and big, dark eyes. You had a bright smile, too. You were such a chibi.
How old were you?
I think I've forgotten. Ah, but you were so cute. I could've hugged the life out of you.
He, your brother, he told me about you. He said that you were an insane fan of mine.
Strange how that works out, huh? I was a fan of you, you were a fan of me.
Why was a fan of you? You're innocence. That pure look. It facinated me. They told me you were smart too. Just another thing to admire about you. They gave me pictures. I put them in a photo album, with others of your brother, and his little pink-haired boyfriend.
You know him well, ne? Ha.
You got older, and I dearly wished to see you. To see that adorable school uniform turn into something more sophisticated. That never happened. They told me you were to crazy about me. It thrilled me, but they still refused us seeing together.
He, my beloved friend and keyboardist, he told me I was just a fad, a sexual interest.
It hurt, right in my heart, because that's just how every other fan was like. I thought you were special.
I knew you were special.
More years went by, and I finally met you, again. But not really a formal meeting.
You were sitting in the front row of one of my concerts. You looked..wonderful.
That mess of black hair fell perfectly around your face. It looked surprisingly pale, but all in all, you looked happy.
Your eyes have changed. They're more narrow, more intense, more beautiful.
Beautful. Beauty is when you find a facination attraction, desire to something you think is wonderful.
But...I couldn't really call you beautiful. Could I?
Your clothes were no help to my growing attraction to you. Tight leather pants, showing off maybe a little too much, for someone with a supposed innocent mind. A black shirt, tight, again, with fishnet arms. I couldn't really place it. You looked like a punk, that was for sure.
Even a leather vest. Ha. I almost giggled aloud that night. You were quite the sight.
Our eyes met, I made sure of that.
People say my eyes are inhumanly blue, in fan letters and such. They say I look sexy when I'm singing. Your eyes are always sexy, aren't they?
Well then, two sexy, irrisitable pairs of eyes meeting.
I saw your lips part, eyes widen. You gasped, I know you did.
I guess I decided I'd put up a special show just for you.
I altered my moves, changing the way I moved. Hips rolling in time with the music, head lulling back at times, etc.
Your fingers tightened around the arms of the chair you sat in. This stadium was made particualrly so a bunch of roudy teens wouldn't be jumping around on the floor, making more of a mess then they already did in a chair.
Your eyes scanned every inch of me. Like I was a wok of art...you told me I was. Remember? Ah, but that's another story. I saw you gulp, and I flashed one of my...not-so-innocent smiles. You were growing in my heart at every second.
How?
I don't know.
It was so strange.
Remember after the concert? I tracked you down before you left...ha...that was a wonderful night...heh. Going off track am I?
Anyways, do you remember that night, Tatsuha? Do you?
You do.
I knew you would.
One of the many reasons, that I'm in love with you.
You silly, pretty,goof.
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Owari XD