the Mender: ILuvsBakura
the Construction: (posted, but written earlier) Sept. 22, 2005
the Pieces: Worth Waiting For- Sango and Miroku
the Fragment: Guilty Pleasures
the Tools: one boy's appreciation of a worthy girl
Guilty Pleasures
He enjoyed watching her fight. He admired the solidarity of her stance, the determination in her focused gaze, and the fire that seemed to emanate from the very core of her being. She was so strong. Like a raging flood falling on their enemies, or a charging herd preparing to stampede. And maybe he wasn't the best at analogies, but in any case she was beautiful, and he appreciated that beauty every moment he was able.
He loved the graceful way she walked. Her step was light, and he loved the slight sway her hips- those divine hips- had as she moved. She never thought about it, not really, and that made the sight all the more pleasing, because he knew it wasn't an act. Sometimes she would bow her head, and her posture wasn't as proud as before, and he knew that was when she was thinking about her family or Naraku. He wanted to be the one to comfort her, and put that spring back into her step.
Any chance he got, he liked to watch her sleep. She was so peaceful then, unburdened and untroubled for at least a little while. Oh, there were dreams- some worse than others- but they were rare. Mostly her face looked serene and happy, sometimes a smile even made its way there. And he loved those moments; she was even more exquisite when she was happy.
Of course, she could never find out about any of that. She never believed him to be serious in his attentions, thinking herself less than other girls. If only she knew. He would be the first to tell her that she wasn't less, she was better. But until that day, until the time he could admit he thought her the most beautiful creature ever, and she could accept that she could let a man care about her, he would just keep watching. After all, everyone has a few guilty pleasures.
In times of hardship, some means of distraction must be found...