I really and truly have no idea where the hell this came from. All I can say is this is my first YnM fic and I really really would like to know what you think.
This was supposed to be a story that morphed into some semi-story-poem.
ARGH! (Bangs head againstwall)
I wanted to do a nice TatsWat story. But all I could come up with was this. I am sorry if I insulted anyone's good taste by actually putting this up on prostrate myself before your superior judgment bows
Disclaimer: Me no own, You no sue, Me not rich, No point anyway.
What nobody saw.
Nobody saw everything. Nobody knew everything, but 'she' said nothing to all.
Because that was the curse of being nobody, you saw everything yet had nothing to say.
Nobody saw their heated glances during the weekly office meetings.
Eyes traced every curve, every angle of each others face.
A masterpiece on its own, bring rise to passions forbidden
Hidden behind reflective glasses and silk spun hair.
Cherry lips nibbled on the end of a pen, blue eyes flashed in warning-laced desire, slim fingers tapped the ever-present pointer. Thoughts were not with work.
But all everyone else saw was a secretary and his victim.
Nobody saw through their beautiful act, no one else had reason to.
Ice-cold eyes glinted, and threats of budget cuts ensued but the charming sun kissed grin endured, after all it was just an act, and the teasing curl of shadow slithering up his leg was promise.
A promise for later
A sun bright smile emerged; honey eyes flashed in victory, later would be good, as it always was. The shadow curled on his leg slid that much further north. With a gasp the smile faded and red fire raced his veins.
And steel eyes glinted, victory it might have been, but for whom is yet unknown.
Yes later would be good.
The room clears in a rush of giggles, words, and pardons. Both leave to opposite ends of the office. But the promise of later still hung heavy between them, like the bittersweet tang of summers past.
Work was done, reports written, paychecks cut and explosions shook the building.
But long past the sunset, when the world let loose a sigh and went still, did sunshine peek into the shadows fortress.
Later had come, and both were impatient.
With the grasp of their hands both disappeared,
Only to be reborn within the four walls of their sanctuary.
The carpet is too dark says one, and the heater is busted again.
The other only smiles, the smile of a predator as the shadows curl around gold.
Gold calls out the shadows name, and "Tatsumi" echoes the room.
Nobody left then, unwilling to impose. Ignoring the passionate cries and the wailing call of lust.
She fluttered her way to the couch, and rested her weary self down. The call of her master's name slipped from the shadows lips.
And with a soft hoot she puffed herself up and settles down.
After all she was nobody, and nobody made no sound.
A tribute to 003.
See, I told you it was bad……if you think is worth a review, even it its just to tell me how bad it was…please feel free. If there is demand I think I will put a TsuHi one next….but only if you guys think its worth it…..
Once again, my humblest apologies to everyone for putting up with my mediocre work.