A Reeve/Yuffie poem, which nariosaw coaxed me into posting. :P

Games

Two children playing children’s games

somewhere in the back

somewhere in the shadows

Not a single person noticed

-or if they did,

they certainly paid no heed-

And they all thought that yes,

an invitation to the circus and cotton candy were a perfectly normal

abnormal

birthday present

and really,

toothy smiles and sudden hugs were really casual and trivial,

especially after a bloody shuriken, a pack of wolves

and a body shielding another

-a much smaller body-

no, perfectly normal

that’s how a friend should act,

of course,

and after all, it’s ninja honor

-although forgotten when it comes to round and shiny-

but then,

there came a day

-late evening in fact, and so bloody rainy-

when they did notice something:

that the children were adults

and they were playing a little too dangerously

a brush against a cheek

a blush on that same cheek

dark eyes and grey eyes playing hide an seek just like their owners

a murmured word

this is wrong

a nod and a murmured reply

I know

And then dark brown caught a glimpse of grey

and there were no more words-

because occasionally

adults

and children

like playing an adult’s game.