It wasn't quite a secret that Ryou normally didn't like Valentines day. With all the admirers he'd somehow gained, even just on his first day at Domino High, it wasn't uncommon for his shoe cubby to be filled with gifts by the end of the day. Gifts that made him feel guilty because he knew that none of them would be returned the following month on White day
But of course, before then, he'd never wanted to give something to someone.Â
The CEO of Kaiba Corp had caught the whitette's eye the first time he'd ever seen him. The strong, piercing blue eyes, the overwhelming self-confidence, even the sometimes overbearing ego, had drawn him in.
Of course, they'd never really spoken before, which was only to be expected when Ryou wasn't himself most of the time. But it was different now, the ring was no longer in his possession. This time he would at least send a gift, though he wasn't sure whether to identify it as coming from him or not.
It was simple enough; a blue rose, which symbolized the unattainable, as Kaiba himself seemed to be to Ryou, as well as a poem that he'd come across while reading.
He hesitated in front of Kaiba's empty shoe cubby, which meant that he hadn't arrived yet. It wouldn't have surprised Ryou if he didn't turn up today, running a company had to take precedence sometimes.
It was the appearance of the limo at the school gates that made Ryou speed up his decision. He watched the tall figure gracefully step out of the car, looking like his every movement was planned. Caught up in the short moment of admiration, it took blue eyes meeting brown before Ryou quickly put the rose and envelope into the cubby before hurrying off to class.
It was too late now to think again about this.
A blue rose and a carefully penned poem, innocently lying in an empty shoe cubby.
Looking up at the stars, I know quite well That, for all they care, I can go to hell, But on earth indifference is the least We have to dread from man or beast. How should we like it were stars to burn With a passion for us we could not return? If equal affection cannot be, Let the more loving one be me. Admirer as I think I am Of stars that do not give a damn, I cannot, now I see them, say I missed one terribly all day. Were all stars to disappear or die, I should learn to look at an empty sky And feel its total dark sublime, Though this might take me a little time.
