A/N: It's a dark oneshot. If there's anyone to blame, I blame Troubled Spirit Of Hell for the awesome way she always manages to blend horror and romance. She made me read, and then... this is the result.
Her nails dug deep into his flesh, eliciting a silent scream from his lips. His throat was so hoarse…
Satisfied with his response, she continued to do just what she thought fit of his body. Then, she calmly walked away.
It had been like that for a while now.
She had approached him one fine night and kissed him. He had felt everything for her, and, in a foolish manner, he supposed she was only trying to get comfort because she had just broken up with that idiot. Perhaps she was, he would never know.
Flashback
He gazed up at her, her pink hair clinging to her face. The rain was hard on her, and it wasn't letting up just yet. Her wide eyes stared right up at him. He couldn't resist those eyes. If he could, he wouldn't have left her in the rain anyway. Not to the girl he loved so much.
"Can I come in?"The door was already opened for her.
"Thank you." She dried herself in his toilet and then settled on his sofa .He picked out that sofa, and he had desired it above all others.
Yet when she sat on it, he had to agree that the sofa did not look that nice. Perhaps it was her beauty. It was then that he realized that she was crying The rain had not washed away her tears.
Awkwardly, he comforted her. "I heard you broke up with that blonde fool. He'll regret it."
She cried on.
"I hate women crying," he murmured, awkwardly putting his arms around her.
Suddenly, she pressed her own lips against his. Her eyes were shut and so were his. They made the kiss work. Both were equally passionate.
One thing led to another and they were in the bedroom.
End flashback
He woke up in the morning without her.
It was always like this. She took, he gave. He loved her, she used him. She would disappear and he would wait for her, pining for her and missing her with every passing second. No, not just every second. While he breathed, he missed her, for she was never truly with him.
Yet in the end, as long as she came back, he would be happy.
It was ironic, really. Looking at them, one would have thought that the he would keep leaving and she would keep waiting,It was not her fault she looked so sweet. Then again, that's probably why Kai loved Mathilda so much.
A/N: If anyone wants to request any pairing, fluffy or not, they just have to tell me.