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Disclaimer: NOT MINE! Not the sonnet, not the characters; you probably know who owns them better than I do, so don't ask.
Dedication ("Sonnet 130")
By qwertyuiop
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"My mistress's eyes are nothing like the sun;"
Said mistress fixed me with a suspicious sidelong glare; whatever I was saying, it didn't sound flattering. Thank goodness they are nothing like the sun; those bright embers are enough to make me want to run!
"Coral is far more red than her lips' red;"
She snorted; it would take much more than that to make her susceptible to the foolishness of make-up.
"If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun;"
"YUSUKE YOU BAKA! WHEN DID YOU SEE MY BREASTS!" Realizing what she had just said, she clapped her hands over her mouth and attempted to pretend the startled patrons were not staring at her. After a terse silence, they returned their attention uneasily to their ramen.
"If hair be wires, brown wires grow on her head."
Still conscious of her earlier outburst, she only glared and fumed silently, but a hand wandered up to tug unconsciously at a frayed lock; she'd little enough time to take care of her hair, helping her parents run their business…
"I have seen roses damasked, red and white,"
Kurama had a very impressive collection growing in his closet, of all places, but I supposed they would be too conspicuous anywhere else, blooming out of season and all that, and they were part of his wardrobe after all…
"But no such roses see I in her cheeks,"
She colored angrily, as expected. Not rose, but pretty regardless. All right, I know I'm weird, I like to see her angry face, I think it's cute. Why else would I constantly aggravate her?
"And in some perfumes is there more delight"
I tensed myself to take off running as her face darkened in anticipation of the line to follow:
"Than in the breath that from my mistress REEKS~"
I yelped and ducked as she abandoned all pretense of dignity to take a swing at me. Eyes swiveled to follow us nervously, then hastily returned to the noodles as she turned those bright embers on them in fury. She paused, slightly mollified and curious, as I sputtered out the next lines:
"I love to hear her speak, yet well I know
That music hath a far more pleasing sound."
"Just what are you prattling about?" she asked, folding her arms, annoyed.
"I grant I never saw a goddess go;"
She began to tap her foot impatiently, willing to let me say my piece, but not pleased.
"My mistress when she walks treads on the ground."
"I know all that already," she muttered under her breath. I smiled, preparing to recite the last part. She was in for a surprise; I hope a nice one.
"And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare
As any she belied with false compare."
Her eyes widened, I grinned at her. "Did you like it?"
Keiko reached out and grabbed me firmly by the collar in a strangling grip. "Don't you ever dare embarrass me like this again," she warned, before kissing me soundly, to the applause of the relieved patrons.
