Gee...  Ummm....  Errrr....  Well.....

Just read it...  It's okay, I got permission to use one of the 
characters and most of the situations.  I'll let my gentle readers 
decide who I have permission to use.

If anyone reads this, and can think of a title, please let me know.

***************

Apollo sat down, frustrated with, in order, the world, himself, his
idiodic brother, the stupid piece of paper, this damn pen that didn't
seem to want to write, his moronic brother's wife, and, finally,
himself.

"How does he do it?  He makes it seem so easy..." Apollo whispered to
himself for the thousandth time that evening.

It was almost, but not quite, official that he and Lady Makoto were a
couple.  It's just that neither had gotten around to asking the other
yet.  That hadn't stopped them from exploring _other_ aspects of their
relationship.

A small drop of drool escaped from Apollo's mouth as he remembered the
previous night, and the afternoon before that, and the lunch before
that... I think most gentle readers understand at this point.

"No... Stop thinking like that... I have to focus on this..."

Placing pen to paper once more, Apollo closed his eyes, and willed the
words to flow.

"Makoto you are so sweet...
 You make me squirm in my seat..."

These words had little time to even become aquainted with the paper
before said sheet underwent an amazing and miraculous transformation
into a beautiful ball, and joined a multitude of its brethran on the
floor near Apollo's wastebasket.

"God damnit!  If only I could force myself to relax more... force myself
to relax?  That's an.... odd... concept...."

Slapping himself a few times, Apollo sat down and assumed a posistion
that many authors know.

Hunched over a piece of blank paper, head in hands, staring blankly at
the sheet, trying to will words there.

Growling in frustration, Apollo stormed off to the other side of the
room, hurled himself onto his bed, and flopped an arm out to turn on
the CD player.

        Love...

"Makoto..." Apollo sighed.

        I get so lost... sometimes.

Turning his head, Pol gazed at a picture on the nightstand.  It was a
small photo of him, Mako, Ares, and Rei, out on a picnic.  They were all
laughing and smiling, and Ares was resting his head against Rei's
obviously pregnant belly.

        Days pass....  And this emptiness fills my heart.

His eyes misted over as he remembered the day.  The sweet smell of the
grass, the taste of the food.  The bitter fight he had with Mako.
The... fun... they had making up.  Why was it so hard to say it to her?
 He had said it so many times before.

        When I want to run away
        I drive off in my car
        But whichever way I go
        I come back to the place you are.

He loved her.  Pol finally admitted to himself what everyone already
knew.  He loved her with all his might, and it scared him.  He was so
afraid of losing what he wanted that he didn't even try to reach for it.
 It was easy when it meant nothing.  Now it had everything riding on it.

        But all my instincts

Apollo closed his eyes and sat up, letting the music flow through him.
It was easy to let the beat and the rhythm enter and caress his soul.

        They return.

Mouthing the words, Pol felt resolve forming in him.

        And the Grand Facade, so soon will burn.

Still sitting, Pol felt tears begin to flow down his cheeks.  It burned
inside of him, so hot it hurt.

        Without a noise, without my pride
        I reach out from the inside.

Pol started swaying, lightheaded from both the emotional rollercoaster,
and the sheer force of will to remain still.

"In your eyes." a voice breathed from right infront of him.

Pol's eyes blinked open, and he found himself staring into twin
shimmering emeralds, as unbound chestnut hair cascaded over a bare
shoulder, trying in vain to hide a ruby rose.

"The light, the heat" Pol mummured, reaching up slowly to run his hand
along her cheek.

"In your eyes." Makoto whispered, barely audible over the CD, as she
leaned forward, her wrap slowly falling away from her.

"I am complete." Pol exhaled, pulling her to him, tasting her lips as he
lay back down on his bed, taking her with him, the song forgotten his
soul merged with hers, and two became one.

***

As Apollo and Makoto lay there, arms entwined, her head resting softly
agaist his chest, she spoke softly.

"It can hurt to say it sometimes."

Pol nodded mutely, his grasp on her tightening.  He opened his mouth to
issue forth his proclimation.  He wanted nothing more then to shout out
to the world and to all that were listening that he loved her, with all
his heart, with all his mind, and with all his soul.

Instead, "In your eyes..." he whispered to her, tilting her head up to
drown himself in those emerald pools.  He kissed her softly.

"I am complete." she concluded, and responded to his kiss.

***************

Well, wierd funky romantic mood, Peter Gabriel 'So', and reading 
Kamishonen-chan's fics... stir well... And this is what you get...

BTW, 'In Your Eyes' is Copyright 1986 Peter Gabriel.

Ummm....  I think that's really all I have to say... Ummm.... Anyone 
want to comment on this, please feel free....
-- 
JD Farber
email: sabreb@erols.com
ICQ: 3378089
Officially Classed: Discoverer

You can't fight the tears that ain't coming,
Or the Moment of Truth in your lies.
When everything feels like the movies,
Yeah you bleed just to know you're alive.