AN: A yuri pairing in a yaoi series?! I know it's strange, but for some reason…I just ship it super hard. Let me know how I did, this is my first fic! Also, I recommend reading The Case of Onodera Ritsu Vol 12 before reading this. POVs change throughout the chapters, and will be labeled in bold. Enjoy!
I don't think I'd ever seen hair shine so blazingly before. The snowy sheets could not contain the auburn locks that were spread out on the mattress. Her chocolate irises were clouded over with pure lust, an emotion I'd never seen directed at me. My face softened, I wanted to cry so much. I loved this woman, I loved her so much my heart was burning. Her eyes squinted, wordlessly questioning my sudden lapse. I smiled even bigger than I thought possible.
Kohinata An, One Month Earlier
"Mr. Next Door Neighbor! If you make Ricchan cry, I'll never forgive you! Ricchan, do your best!" I screamed, turning away quickly to run as fast as I could. I wouldn't let the tears fall in front of Ricchan, they would only make him chase after me. I heard him call me, but I ignored it, I didn't want to talk to him. That was the last thing either of us needed, it would only cause relationship problems for him, and only more heartbreak for me. I couldn't shake the hope that he would realize his true feelings for me, that he would love me the way I loved him. The tears were threatening to fall at that point, I buried my face in my hands as I ran. I only ran faster, more hazard like, not seeing where I was going. My legs ached, but I couldn't stop. I had to get away from him, far away.
Snap.
My eyes widened, my balance being completely thrown off. I tumbled to the frigid concrete, bumping the side of my head slightly as my knee scraped the pavement. I lay there for several minutes, my labored breathing the only sound on the deserted street. Trying to demonstrate some of the strength I had left, I turned my head to look behind me. My heel had caved from the pressure of my harsh run, snapping completely off and sliding a few feet away. I could see the faint stain of blood seeping through my nylons from my knee. I lifted my hand gingerly to the side of my forehead, pressing down slightly. My face fell even more, there would surely be a bruise there within the next few hours. I let my hand fall back to the cement, gradually sitting up, wincing when I felt a sharp pain in my knee. I sat there shaking, the memories from the entire day replaying in broken fragments. Then, I finally fell apart.
Why? Why? Why?
My tears poured down my cheeks, refusing to relent. I began to choke and sob violently, barely managing to get in good gulps of air in between. I shivered from the ground's chilling surface, but had no energy to get up. The blush on my cheeks was surely ruined, but there was no longer a point. I tried telling myself that this was completely inappropriate to be doing in public, but there was no one even remotely nearby in the isolated neighborhood. My hands clutched my chest, trying to suppress my pathetic anguish. I forced myself up, shaking off the pain from my leg and my throbbing head. I stumbled awkwardly, not even bothering to recover my heel, towards the late night convenience store with its flashing lights. I wiped away my tears frantically, trying to look somewhat presentable. I reached into my bag before realizing that I had left my makeup bag at home in my rush to get to the hospital.
I walked through the automatic doors, turning my head to the cashier so he wouldn't see my puffy face. There was no one inside that I could see besides myself, my footsteps echoed against the speckled tile, consuming the whole store. I made my way to the aisle where wipes and cheap to-go mascara was kept, only to find another woman in front of the display. Well, the shadow of a woman. She looked like she hadn't slept in days, her business skirt and collared top severely wrinkled beyond fixing. She had gorgeous fiery hair, but it was deflated, sitting sadly below her shoulders. She was holding her designer heels in her right hand, apparently sick of wearing them. Her feet were red, most likely from wearing the heels for a while. She was wearing expensive jewelry, it glittered under the store's artificial lights, catching my eye for a moment. I finally looked to her face, gasping in surprise and maybe a little jealously. She was lovely, even with her features set in an annoyed glare as she thumbed through the different mascaras. Her dark, teal eyes stood out calmly against her blemish free skin, her lips a bright pink with slightly smudged lipstick. She pouted, jutting her bottom lip outward, dissatisfied with the limited selection. However, her eyes widened a few seconds later, spotting a promising packet. In trying to reach for it in the very back of the row, five or six fell from the rails, plunging with an obnoxious crash to the floor. She cursed to herself before bending to pick them up. In the process, she finally noticed my presence. Blushing profusely, she slipped her heels back on and did her best to straighten out her clothes, to no avail. She fiddled with her locks, trying to return some level of volume to them. I giggled softly, which caused her to look even more ashamed. I limped over, bending slowly to help her pick up the packets, a silence falling between us. When we stood again, she calmly reached to the back of the row again, and plucked the mascara off the railing. I giggled again.
"Now was that so hard?" I said, containing my amusement to my best ability. She laughed, smacking her hand against her head.
"Ahh, I'm such an airhead sometimes. Can't blame me though, life's tough huh?" She smiled, her eyes starting to sparkle under the lights.
"No kidding, it's been a long day," I said with a sigh, recalling the reason I was in this predicament in the first place. Her eyes were soft as they observed me, not saying anything for several moments. It was at this time that I realized how I looked. I blushed down to my toes, wiping the tear stains harshly and hiding my broken shoe. Her face set into a frown, her eyes staring directly into mine. I turned my head from side to side trying to focus on something else other than her piercing gaze. I felt so ashamed, I was supposed to be strong and move on. But, the pain in my heart would only grow by the minute, suffocating me. I waited for her dismissive words, but the silence continued. I shook, glaring harshly at the floor. I didn't care anymore.
"What? What is it?" I said tiredly, closing my eyes and waiting.
However, all I felt was my arm being grabbed, and being dragged towards the exit.