Ronin Warriors Fan Fiction ❯ Admiration of the Tiger ❯ Admiration of the Tiger ( One-Shot )

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Cousin D

The poem Tiger! Tiger! Was written by the wonderful William Blake. Anyone who reads that poem just has to think of Ryo.





ADMIRATION OF THE TIGER







He ran out onto the field with our friends, his long, black hair tousled by the wind as he ran and his eyes were dancing with happiness while he kicked the soccer ball around to the others. Now, after the war's ended, and we're finally all together again, he seems so happy. Not with anything in particular, but simply happy to be with us. He's so beautiful and so much stronger than anyone thinks he is.



Tiger! Tiger! burning bright.
In the forest of the night.
What immortal hand our eye
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?



I don't understand him, to be completely honest. Sometimes he'll get sad for no reason and he won't tell any of us why. Some days he'll run away and he won't come back for days and when he does, he'll be filthy and smelly, but much happier. I don't know what he does out there when he's alone, but it must do some good. Everyone else seems to think that he's so open and simple, but I simply can't understand him.




In what distant deeps or skies
Burnt the fires of thine eyes?
On what wings dare he aspire?
What the hand dare seize the fire?




If I searched the depts of the oceans with Shin, or the skies with Touma, I don't think I could ever find anyone who compares with him. His heart is as warm as his burning temper and he doesn't both to hide it. Whoever could have created him? Some people say gods created humans, and he makes me want to believe it. How could he exist if not by the hand of a god? Whatever god made him, though, must have wanted to create perfection.



And what shoulder, and what art
Could twist the sinuews of thy heart?
And when thy heart began to beat,
What dread hand forged thy dread feet?



I wonder, sometimes, whether or not I'm worthy of his heart. He tells me I'm being silly and that he loves me more than he loves himself. How can he love me when he's so much greater than I am? His heart is a mystery to me, but he seems to know mine so well. I can never quiet tell what he's thinking, even if I look into those magnificent blue eyes of his.




What the hammer? what the chain?
In what furnace was thy brain?
What the anvil? what dread grasp
Dare its deadly terrors clasp?




He's all a fire, every part of him. From his burnt brown skin to his flaming temper. His hair, when the wind runs through it just right, even looks like a black flame. If some god did create him, they must have started with pure fire and built the human around it. I wish I knew how they'd done it, how they'd made him. How did they hold the fire to mold it into his shape?




When the stars threw down their spears
And watered heaven with their tears,
Did He smile to see His work?
Did he who make the lamb make thee?




Is it really possible that any god who made such gentle creatures could have made something so wild and untamed as him? Would his creator be proud to look down and see what he was? How could anyone not be proud of him? He's so brave and selfless.

"Seiji!" He turned and called out to me. He smiled happily and waved at me to come over with them. "Come play with us!" He kicked the soccer ball over to me and I caught it easily. Everyone turned and looked at me and I was threw the ball to Shu who kicked it into one of our makeshift goals.

He was still looking at me with a small smile gracing his face and panting softly at the exertion of playing all afternoon. "Come on, Seiji! It's not the same without you."




Tiger! Tiger! burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?




"I'm coming, Ryo!"





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