as is life
by NiNA_eN
He is used to her coming and going. -Yamamoto Takeshi/Chrome Dokuro. TYL. Free-writing fic.
The years go by and they have come a long way off from the carefree, immature children they once were. But some things don't change – like the hand against his chest and the tips of purple strands tickling his face.
He opens his eyes and accepts the kiss, sweet and slow and lingering, and keeps his arm wrapped around her waist even when she pulls away.
"Takeshi."
Her voice is low, inflections soft – and so he turns his face away the moment he releases her. Her weight lifts from the bed.
She is always too calm and he is too accepting.
He hears the rustle of clothing; sheets pooling to his bare waist as he slowly sits up, staring off to the side.
Outside, the sky is a dark blue fading into light beyond the windows and, in his peripheral view, she is picking up and pulling her stockings back on.
But tomorrow is different.
The bed dips as she leans over him again.
"Takeshi."
He faces her fully, meets her straight in the eye, one, huge and violet-coloured, face pale and soft and heart-shaped.
His loyalties have been and will always be with Tsuna, with the Vongola.
She must read the sentiments on his own as she abruptly turns away again. His hand trembles but he keeps it clenched into the bedsheets as she swiftly stands up. She does not look back again.
And he has always known where hers lies.
Elastic snaps in her hand, a silver skull dangling from her lithe fingers.
She walks, one step, two.
Pauses
"Takeshi."
His name, not quite loud but firm.
He says nothing, eyes lowered to the tendons sticking out in his fists. Never looks up, even as she starts walking again and the door closes behind her and her quiet, padding footsteps slowly fade.
Never realizing before that his spoken name actually meant she'd be back.