The Collar

By: Kurry Kurishi

WARNING!

Shonen-ai, suggestions of yaoi. Cute, fluffy, not-quite drabble. 456 words.

Tsukasa's thoughts on Sheik.

Disclaimer: Sheik belongs to Nintendo. Tsukasa belongs to his owners, who I am too lazy to look up right now. I don't own anything except the concept. Thanks.

(Note: This was written for a little contest between my friend and I. We had to come up with the most random crossover shonen-ai pairing ever, but with some reason behind it. I chose Sheik from Legend of Zelda (male) and Tsukasa from .hack/SIGN because they are actually very similar in personality. Both are reclusive, but helpful when the time is right. Therefore, this little drabble was born.)

Enjoy.


He hated that collar.

And at the same time, he loved it.

It was next to impossible to imagine Sheik without it, except for those who had actually seen him lacking it. It covered the bottom half of his face, just hiding the tip of his nose, and leaving his eyes peeking out between the collar and his golden bangs.

He was immensely glad that the collar didn't hide Sheik's eyes, though that would have been rather silly, when he thought about it. They were a gorgeous scarlet colour; in dusky light they looked like molten rubies. They turned crimson in his anger, and sparkled like the jewels themselves when he was mischievous. Tsukasa had yet to decide which shade he liked best, though the dusky light version was beginning to be his favourite. Sheik's eyes usually looked like that when he came to Tsukasa in the evening, liquid gems glancing at him every now and again before fixing him with a gaze that made Tsukasa's blood rush.

They made such a sharp contrast with his hair and skin too. The former was soft and delicate to the touch, framing his face in hanging tendrils of gold. Tsukasa loved running his fingers through it, even just a little, a friendly touch. It always made Sheik blush, his lightly tanned skin going a delectable shade of pink. Tsukasa lived to make Sheik blush, just to see the transition.

The collar was the bane of his existence, though. Try as he might, he could not convince Sheik to remove it… the boy just did not feel comfortable when it was missing. Tsukasa really only half-minded; it made Sheik look just that much more adorable. When he was nervous he would drop his eyes, staring down at his feet before lifting to gaze demurely through his long eyelashes. It made Tsukasa (and several other people) want to melt. He had that effect on them without even really knowing it.

So, Tsukasa loved the collar because it made Sheik adorable. But he hated it, because it hid the one thing he loved most about the boy – his mouth. Those sweet, enticing lips were always hidden, and in order to reach them Tsukasa had to be forever tugging his collar down. The thing that bothered Tsukasa the most was that even this made Sheik all the more alluring, without him realising it. The boy had no idea how sexy he was.

Except when Tsukasa told him, without words.

In those moments, no collar in the world could hide Sheik from him. And Tsukasa revelled in it.

For he was the only one that Sheik would let remove it.

Fin