So, this is a plot bunny that came and viciously attacked me the other night. :) I liked it, so I'mma go with it. It's a five shot that follows the five senses. However, and not quite everyone is aware of this, there are actually more than five senses. There are about eleven. And while I doubt I will end up writing a part for all eleven, there is a slight chance that this will turn into more than five parts. I make no promises, but I did have a few ideas on how I could work with some of the other sentences. Anyway, the general idea here is that each part will appeal to a certain sense. I hope I achieved that satisfactorily. :)

Sight

    The first time he saw her, it was only an instance. in his peripheral vision. A girl with a smile as bright as August stars. The moon shone down, a soft silver glow blanketing them comfortably enough in darkness with a small glimmer of light. Her delicate, curvy figure was in the shadows, and he didn’t notice her until she turned to face his direction. Her eyes sparkled with a certain mystery, je nous sais quoi. She didn’t notice him standing there. She stood fully clothed in black as a crewmember, speaking with her colleague. That’s when it happened. She smiled. She smiled and the brilliance of her beaming face exuded an unspeakable joy.
    All he had to do was blink, and the magnificent vision was gone, as though it had only been an optical illusion, his eyes playing tricks on him with his lack of sleep. She had vanished. Ten minutes later, he was on stage showered in blinding stage lights looking out at a vast sea of figures, never a definite face. Yet, he tried to envision her amongst the crowd. He tried to imagine her at the front of the crowd, her face cheering on him and his brothers., eyes sparkling just as they had minutes ago.
    He didn’t expect to catch a glimpse of her below the stage. She was there under the stray beam of light that ran off the stage from one of the spotlights, helping with crowd control at the large state fair stage. She wasn’t wearing the vivid smile, but her eyes still shimmered.  This girl looked up to the stage, and he gave his most charming smile and an almost exaggerated wink. She looked surprised, and then a light pink began to wash over her cheeks. She looked like some sort of Italian painting or a Grecian goddess, a work of art to be sure. None of the screaming fans, desperate for attention, seemed to hold a candle to this girl who could have faded into the ocean of followers the band had acquired if she so pleased, but standing facing the stampede, she was stunning as anything in his eyes.
    All night, his brothers had given him looks of concern. He was often in a faraway dreamland, but tonight, he was in a trance like never before as his eyes followed a single figure. They couldn’t see what he saw, but as the saying goes, beauty is in the eye of the beholder. He was quite spellbound by this young woman. It was the look in his eyes that gave him away.
    He had closed his eyes, taking a swig of his water bottle, and when he was done, she was gone again. This wonderful mirage enraptured him. His eyes scanned for the now almost familiar gorgeous figure in black. Sweat started to drip into his eyes, and everything started to blur. Wiping his eyes, he gave up his search. He kept his eye on the end of the show to tell his brothers about her. She was this angelic apparition that haunted his mind. It was as if he could still see her smiling up at him. He wanted to believe that that smile had been for him.
    As the show finished, he began to believe that the sweat or such in his eyes were now becoming tears forming. Why was he crying? He hadn’t seen her again. No, they couldn’t have been tears, for it is a rare sight to see a man cry. However, it was a lingering ideation that during “When You Look Me in the Eyes”, all he could think of was the pair of faultless blue irises that had twinkled under the wandering light from the stage.
    He was drenched in perspiration. Kevin was handed a towel, and as he looked up to thank the helping hand, he couldn’t quite find the words. She was standing there, in plain sight once again. She hadn’t been a figment of his imagination or just visualization. She was very real and standing in front of him. He saw on her shirt, a small nametag that read in pretty script “Melissa”. Her name was Melissa. He was so engaged in staring at her that he had forgotten to watch where he was going. As a result, it was out of nowhere that he went from looking into her eyes to looking at the ground. Trying to find the source of his little spill, he spotted a tree root sticking up from out of the concrete sidewalk. Standing up, his once pristine white shirt was covered in dirt. He was still sweaty, and his countenance resembled that of a fish. She giggled.
    “Well, aren’t you a sight to see.”

That was fantastic.

I'm so speechless.

the way you describe everything is phenomanal.

<3

Skenef,
Your writing is amazing
If you quit that would suckkkk
But Ren
This was awsomeeeeee
I <33 this
Sight
Awsome

XoxoSarah

Can I just say.....

O_O

WOW! ADLFKHASDF! YOU PUT ME IN THIS! *screams* I flailed a lot on AIM, but I CAN'T SEEM TO FIND COHERENCY!

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

This is really so amazing. Like I can't even explain. The details are amazing, the plot awesome, and the whole fic is addicting. And I'm not just saying that cause you put me in it. All your stories are brilliant and so wonderfully written. And so unique! I think I owe those amazing plot bunnies a big THANK YOU. Cause this is ponalicious, and I am still freaking out over it. XD

This needs a big hefty BUMP because Mel has somehow coerced me into working on it, even though that means this next chapter is going to be crud. XP

<3 Ren <3