A/N: I just picked up the first two volumes of CLAMP School
Detectives today and, to put it simply, I adore them like one
might a minor GOD. *worships the holy quartet that is CLAMP*
And yes, I have become deeply enamored of the characters
therein, and this pairing has been tempting me since the
Angsty fluff. Shounen ai. Nokoru/Suoh. And, y'know, good
stuff like that. ^_~ 15-minute challenge for temps mort; no
When he sleeps, he looks so peaceful.
That is what sleep so often does, you know. It steals away the
day's worries, its problems and cares, and leaves you in the
comforting warmth of nonexistence.
The sight of him in repose is a distracting one, if only for the
novelty of seeing him for once not completely in control of
himself. I wonder, would he look at me and think the same
thing, if I curled up at my desk and let myself sleep?
I have no intention of asking him that, though. I could try to
find out . . . but I simply don't think I want to know. Better
Not every mystery should be solved.
Nagisa-jo might cry if this one turned out the way I suspect it
might, and I do not make damsels cry. The day I cause a woman's
distress is the day I will be unworthy of this life I was given.
Yet when watching him sleep . . . sometimes I wonder, would it
really be so bad? If she cried, just a little? Love is so
But then I remember that I am lying; that I am being selfish.
That I am myself experiencing that emotion and therefore have
lost my objectivity and become selfish, desiring the affection
of a certain person.
He is so lovely right now. Hair askew, face slack, paperwork
scattered across the desk he's been working at . . . he's
probably been up all night finishing the work I kept him from
while pursuing our last case.
Perhaps . . .
Perhaps today, I will do the paperwork without running away.
* finale *
. : papercut of the soul : .