A/N: *whistles innocently* Oh look, it's a sequel to the fic for Miss
Scarlet! Heavens, where DID it come from? Well, she's been so nice to me,
so call it a 'thank-you' for being put on her favorites list.
Rei's POV, shameless shounen ai, and hints of impending yaoi. Come on, you
know you want it. ^_~
"Dance With The Phantom Tiger"
You sip your drink briefly as I glimpse you over my shoulder- even though I
am dancing, I can barely bring myself to keep my eyes away from you. Are
you watching me? I can't tell; you're too far away.
I can't even see your beautiful eyes, only your hair and those wild-beast
stripes on your face. The others refer to them as triangles, but I can
only see stripes- tiger-patterned and making my poor heart ache with all
that they remind me of, and my body ache with the feral touch that they
I start towards your shining beauty, barely realizing it, and to my faint
displeasure those around me clear a path. Am I so unworthy? I want to be
with you, but no one ever seems to see me as attractive, so I fear you
won't either. Even in the middle of a dance club on a Saturday night, no
one touches me. I can't understand it- it's not as if I am so lovely and
unattainable as you.
I don't mind it so much, though- I just wish that you would dance with me.
The music changes from slow and romantic to something fast-paced and
heartbreaker-gorgeous, and I close my eyes and let it take me; pretending
that you really are at my side in all your false-tiger glory. If only you
could be . . .
It's so easy to lose myself in such thoughts, and I know that I must look
like a complete fool to be dancing like this by myself- as if there were a
phantom lover's hands ghosting over me, moving with me and making me
shiver. But I can't stop myself so easily, and I find myself singing
along. The words are simple and sweet, but deceptively seductive in their
I wish that you were the one saying them though- and in sincerity, and to
me. An unlikely possibility, of course, but such a sweet thought. To have
a mate like you would be beyond wonderful.
I sigh deeply and raise my head, hoping to glimpse you again through the
crowd. To my shock, I find myself not ten feet away from your table, and
you on your feet, staring at me from that tiger-striped face.
And then our eyes meet . . .
And I see what you feel for me . . .
And I am lost.
* ende *
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