Cotyledon

By spheeris1

Pairing: Yohji/Ran

Warnings/notes: Yohji POV, strange and short burgeoning love poem-thing

I was carrying pots from storage to the front. I was getting slightly sweaty in the onslaught of summer.

My apron was dirty…which I do not approve of at all.

A dirty Yohji was an unattractive Yohji.

And I just did not do 'unattractive'.

My steps could not be quick enough to the sink, to warm water and fresh-smelling soap.

My hands could not move fast enough to fling the distasteful garment away from my body.

I almost wanted to shower,

But I didn't make it to the stairs in the distance.

'Coz I saw you walk in.

Saw you tie strings tightly with long and almost delicate fingers, saw you look at the discarded ceramic pots with disappointment in your eyes, saw your lips part ever so slightly….

I thought I heard you sigh softly.

And I had to force myself away from staring at you this way….

The stream of hot liquid running down my body was nice.

The smell of wonderful and ridiculously expensive shower gels surrounded my senses.

And whistling whilst wiping down the mirror, catching foggy glimpses of my emerald eyes…..

I found this image of you lingering in my mind,

Like a snapshot to hold onto for all time.

You. At work, at this false job. Your clothes neat and tidy. Your hair unlike any color ever seen.

Your eyes of that incredible color. You…just being you.

I like this vision of you.

Caught unaware in my gaze, your motions natural and calm….

It's not like I ignore those other picture of you I have stored in my brain.

The ones where you are killing. The ones where you are angry. The ones where you are cold.

But this one is special.

It's the one that made something inside of me curl up and wind skyward, made something push at my heart and flood my throat with unknown desires.

I am falling for you.

I am not known for subtlety.

I am not known for taking care of myself or others.

And I will not change anytime soon….but…..

I have found myself nurturing this feeling for days…months…maybe longer.

As if I am a child in a forbidden place, I walk quietly amongst

This foreign land of buried love.

I coax the tiny tendrils to grow though they may not be loved in return.

I suppose, in the end, I am foolish.

Falling in love with someone like you is madness…..

…is insanity…

But I've never been too stable.

And for all I know, you might be taking pictures of me as well.

END