Midnight Musings
Disclaimer: I own nothing but my insanity...
(Hiei's PoV)
The moonlight gives me nothing but useless information. The rings around her eyes are visible to any ningen or youkai in proximity of her. I sense her fatigue, day in and day out, though I am sure that she has no clue of my acknowledgement. My foolish onna! Would I, your lover,not be able to tell most of all if even the slightest thing were amiss? She stirs lightly in her slumber, a small sigh escaping from the lips that minehave sought out numerous times. Was it too much to love her? She belongs to another man, by heart. I can feel it in the way she kisses me, sense this in the way she wants to be held: using me as a device to voice screams that will never be heard by him. While he desperately clings to the girl that first captured his heart, my onna watches from the shadows,drowning in misery and her misery alone. During these times, I am her source of fufillment. One kiss, and I know that he has looked at his love. A touch, and he has made my darling cry. A foreignscream of torment that masquerades asa scream of passion. Inside, my baka onna aches, particularly on nights like this. Every. Single. Night. A beam of light reveals a treacherous tear tracing her cheek, a moment passing before my lips eliminate the evidence. Was it too much to wish that she could loveme back? Another tear, and the salty taste fuses itself to my lips. The day I met her, I knew I would be driven to insanity by this, oh, this savage, compassionate, desirable creature. Gathering her up into my arms, I stroke her hair,which turns almost auburn in the sun,yet a soul-wrenching ebony in the halls of Kurama's ningen home. She's started to put her hair down at night, since I've been with her. Like spun silk fresh from the loom, it slips tantilizingly around my calloused fingers.Whimpering softly, my goddess buries her head into my shoulder. So close, but farther than I could bear. Her tears slick the back of my neck like oil, absorbing themselves into my skin ferociously, each individual drop screaming mockery...Everything is written in the ways she clutches me, as if I am what she could never have. Can't you see me onna? I'm here! I'm real, damnit! I. Need. You. I, who has been sentenced to solitude, sense all of you, myblind onna ;I see all, and for what? My darling...Cradling her close, the sensation of her soft lips against my shoulder blade almostraises a barricade to the pain of my heart.
