Title: Obsession
Chapter: 1/1
Genre: Uh…Romance, General, (Attempted) Humour. Told from Tsuzuki's POV.
Warning: OOC? Actually I'm not sure; And a number of grammatical
mistakes.
DISCLAIMER: Owning Yami no Matsuei would make me the happiest girl on
the planet—which currently I'm not.
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I don't
feel like doing anything else. To have you in the same room as I am—I'm contented
and thankful enough.
I tilt my head to get a better
look at you. Tracing my finger along the outline of your perfect figure, I
sense the sudden wetness of my lips. I'm drooling again. I wonder how they
could just look at you without any desire to touch you, to hold you, to taste
you, to have you, to love you.
Just look at you, my love. You
have the perfect shape—way better, I might add, than any person, living or
dead, I've ever encountered. Last night—the way the moonlight illuminated your
body, casting a similar shadow on my bedroom floor. Oh, my dearest…no wonder I
fell helplessly in love with you from the moment I laid my eyes on you.
My fingers touch you, slow and
steady at first—then I got excited. Did I hurt you, by any chance? No, of
course not. You don't pry my greedy hands away. You're enjoying this, aren't
you? You don't move at all, not even a single inch. You want more, I expect? I
begin stroking you gently.
I feel your succulent flesh
brush against mine. I press my thumb deeper into you. You don't groan in
response—you never did. Surrendering your whole body and soul to me, you have
no right to. We promised each other, we'd always love one another, no matter
what comes our way. Leisurely I caress you further from top to bottom. Did I
miss any place? I beg for your forgiveness…I was too caught up in admiring your
immeasurable splendour.
They say you are cold—as cold
as ice. No emotion whatsoever in you. But I know better. Having you right in
front of me, I can't overlook any of your aspects.
You admitted once they were
right in referring you to an ice cube. But I, I argued immediately.
How could they compare an
ordinary block of ice to you, the most remarkable and beautiful being ever
graced the Earth? Every cube of ice in refrigerators around the planet should
be humbled by your mere presence.
They also pointed out that you
don't talk much, and that you're dead. Of course you are dead—so am I. That's
why I was indubitably right when I said we're almost the same—and that we're
made for each other. Don't you agree, my sweet?
Oh, I don't mind about you not
speaking much. In fact, it's flawlessly understandable. Truthfully, it's one of
the many things I like about you. We don't need to express ourselves, as a
means of communicating. We know each other well enough. Let our eyes do the
talking—oh, yeah, and plenty of body language.
We can't blame them for not
being able to accept you as a part of my life, can we?
They are jealous of us—of you
and me. Take that sly devil Muraki, for example. He causes havoc here and
there—everywhere he could think of—in an attempt to get me, thus separating the
two of us. And what he almost did to you the last time we met him—I can never
forgive him. He thought I was not looking. How many times must he interfere
with you? It was a lucky stroke of chance that I was just in the nick of time
to save you. I thought I was going to lose you—forever.
Not only Muraki. All of them
are jealous. We receive plenty of weird looks as soon as we walk into the
office, you in my arms. The way you sat on my table, watching me eat—stuffing myself
with sugar. Were you envious of all the apple pies and strawberry tarts on my desk?
I assure you, you have no reason to.
This morning when I woke up,
can you imagine my horror when you were nowhere near? The special space I have
allocated for you—bare and empty. I tossed my blanket aside and I rushed around
the place, calling out your name frantically and searching for you. I thought
of numerous tragedies that might have befallen you—and cursing my inability to
be there when you need me. Was he at it again?
I confronted him, demanding
where he had hidden you. His eyes narrowed as he watched me incredulously—filled
with jealousy, I guess—and commented you were in an abominably pathetic state.
He also pointed out how stupid I was to be head over heels in love with you.
But in the end I managed to rescue you from his evil grasps.
I like seeing you in my arms.
You melt slowly in my warm embrace. I lick you hungrily—you don't even chuckle.
But I know you are acknowledging my compliments on how savoury you really are.
My lips graze you ceremoniously, and I taste how sweet your flavour is,
underneath that cold façade of yours. My tongue swirls all around, not wanting
to leave out any vital spot. I see you are getting redder and redder; your
shiny, supple, creamy outer surface tickling me. I shiver as I feel a cold
shiver run up my spine—I've never felt so enthusiastic before.
I take a deep breath, inhaling
your fragrance. How sugary, how delicious, how tempting. Of course, you taste
better than that. I'm not going to share you with anyone—you belong to me
wholly. I shan't let anyone else lay a finger on you. Especially that devious
Muraki—Heaven forbid!
"Tsuzuki?"
"Yes, Hisoka?"
"You're doing it again."
"Eh?"
"Please, Tsuzuki, spare me the
torture."
"What torture? What do you
mean?"
"How long are you going to
keep this up? You didn't blink even once for the past—three hours!"
"How can I blink when I'm face
to face with the love of my life?"
"You know you don't have a
choice. Do what you have to do."
"Aw…But I don't want to! I have
not the heart…"
"For God's sake, Tsuzuki! That's
it! There's no way am I going to salvage your ice cream sundae from melting in
the future anymore! For the last time, pick that spoon up and finish your
sundae!"
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Author's
Notes: My first
Yami no Matsuei fic! If there's any YnM fic that's almost akin to this fic here,
I apologize profusely. Any similarity is purely coincidental.
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