LAST ARTWORK: DARK'S BODY
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Author's note: Some things require sensitivity but some things are just drabbles. Please enjoy reading.
Tonight is a lovely night. The strong winds is touching my face again and flipping my long hair while the seemingly unchanging white curtain danced behind the window which I had opened. Tonight is a dark night. The moon can barely be seen in the clouds like its reflection to your window glass and my eyes. The rolling waves of the ocean give this exhilarating feeling the same ocean in the foot of your home in which I first saw you. My same feelings and my same you.
I laid myself beside you. I can feel the softness of your body. This bed is too hard. You are never wrong to accuse me of being a cruel pervert just as they were never wrong to name me Dark. Look at this mesmerizing violet hair, silky hair and this scent of danger. Surely, no one will ever able to resist except they are as strong and magical as you are. This features truly worth nothing if they hadn't even been able to at least attract your attention even if it hasn't been a good thing. People call me Dark but you give meaning to it. Your voice can pierce into me all the feelings of repentance to all my deeds- stealing and seducing. Deep down I know you think of me as a pathetic and you don't see a hero but just a thief named Dark. You know it as I do that I sway under your hands. I'm at the dark because you write through me and we produce this so called part, experience, scene or whatever you call it.
I went under the same sheet you use. Closer, I went a little closer until I am nearly suffocated by your love. I entwined our legs and look at these hands at your waist, you made them. This body and this heart that pumps and makes me alive you made them out of your love. Don't worry, I'll treasure this more than any body I had been able to share with. I know that you will surely produce a nice body and I also know that you need his help. I even encouraged him to help you- to make me. I'm sorry for not letting you know of it. I hate it but I need it to be able to be one with you, my blood is also yours. My life is also yours. Look at these eyes; they are mine as well as they are yours. I know that you had been under pain but we are one, now. I'm sorry that this has to be done but I love you too much that to be one with you is my greatest pleasure.
I had kissed you and you had kissed me back. I will always kiss you from now on and you will always kiss me back. You will not know of it because I am Dark your passionate lover at night which you have no idea. Still I can hear your moans, I hope you pleasure and passion. Goodnight.
"Mom," someone mumbled.
Riku opened her eyes lazily and looked beside her, "Son,"
"How did you always got here?" Daisuke asked as he had heard the young boy's voice.
"Because of, Daddy,…" he replied as his voice fainted to the night.
The wind blew hard once again. Daisuke went up to close the window but Riku prevented him and let the wind and the sound of the waves ripple through their senses down to their hearts. The clock strikes its midnight chime, tonight is no longer tonight.