Nothing could compare to that bittersweet taste. Nothing. It was unique; out of reach; practically illegal, yet the desire, the passion the taste still lingered in his tongue.
It hadn't been his intentions. It was all there and he took his chances without knowing. Luckily nobody noticed, but the look that momentarily beheld his face afterwards practically gave him in.
A flustered face.
The mark on the boy's neck.
What he had done was not something he'd ever considered, but the risk was taken and too late had it been. Tasting that skin was bittersweet indeed.
The feeling never left, even when he was miles away. Consumed by this foreign feeling in his chest, he could barely hold in the passion that desperately wanted to erupt.
But had it been too late? He wondered. He always wondered this as the truth stared back at him. Quite obvious wasn't it, no? Lost he had always been; even as safety came for their aid.
"What happened?" He'd asked.
"Why?"
To destroy that pride? One which he never truly felt for? No. Maybe at some point the idea had grown, but somehow it stopped along the way. At some point.
At that exact point.
And the boy screamed. He yelled and threatened with a malign face. That was his specialty after all, threatening.
A true coward in his eyes, yet such an interesting person; Fushimi was intrigued, maybe not from the very start, but throughout the days.
Throughout the years.
Together.
What happened?
He wasn't sure anymore.
The pain. It had practically become unbearable if it were not for his duties. That bittersweet taste never left his mouth, neither his words. The pain was shunned
But the wound still etched his chest.
Had it been to late to stay? Yes. That was for sure.
But was it too late to return? He wasn't sure, but their answer would surely be no.
No, for you have become a traitor and do not deserve a return. For what reason do you return, to the one place you truly belong in? For what reason did you leave in the fist place?
Why? Why? Why?
Questions unanswered in Fushimi's head, never the answer will he seek again, for what reason did he have to ponder on this? What reason did he have to taste that skin?
It had been a mistake, one he shall never regret. Although the bittersweet taste will forever linger in, the physical touch will never come back. It had been at that time, so why do it again?
What reason did he have?
What?
Questions unanswered. It was practically too late. Barely waiting on for a warning, a sign, anything to stop this at once, any simple excuse to cheat his way out of this.
None came
The sword stabbed through his chest.
The blood spilled on the floor
His body hit the ground, and as his eyes stared widely at the reflection of himself in the mirror
A smirk crossed his lips.
Uttering the name one last time, his eyes closed for once.
What reason did he have for them to reopen? What reason did he have to mutter the name?
What reason?!
Truly there was none, but it fell off his mouth as a late warning sign.
Late had it become his time.
"Misaki..."
"Misaki..."
The feelings were never stated.
The feelings were never clear.
But the feelings were there.
Never to return.