A/N: I know it's been FOREVER since I last wrote something for this, excluding Happy Birthday Mukuro, but I've been losing inspiration for one shots (hint hint any suggestions?) and also busy with alot of other projects I'm working on... And I've also been working on my new multi-chapter story the AU, which I'm about to have writers block for... So read that and help me out! Anyways PLEASE REVIEW! I can't stress how much faster I'll put a new chapter out once people start reviewing! (And I know people are reading this cuz theirs been over 100 hits!) Enjoy!
They walked, always touching.
They weren't ones to go about holding hands, but they were always touching, as if making sure the other was still there. As they walked together, they attracted many stares of curiosity, confusion, and dissapointment. Their courtship hadn't been to most peoples liking, but they didn't care, their love was blind.
Blind and childish.
Neither knew what they held in their hands, and like children they toyed and played with it, not knowing what it was or what to do with it. But they held it close, knowing it was something worth holding onto. They poked and prodded at it, finding that it was what they truly wanted, no, needed all along, in each other.
Someone that looked past all scars, emotional and physical. Someone who could knock you off your feet, but pull you back up, and you let them. Someone who could show the other what this new thing was, and what it did, which was something to heal those scars. So they walked together, holding onto what they had, making sure no one could take their possession, not caring about the stairs from others, because they were blinded by it.
They were blinded by love.
A/N: Yupp, just short, sweet, fluffy fluff! ... Yeah, I know it's not my best and Im so sorry that I've kept you waiting for so long just for such a short chapter, but like I said give me suggestions/requests and I'll write faster than you can say boom shaka laka!