Prepared
No matter how many telltale signs that their relationship was crumbling, nothing could have prepared Shizuo for this.
"I hate you."
They were three mere words, spoken lowly and genuinely, that made Shizuo feel like his throat was too tight and his heartbeat was too fast. He felt sick. The room had suddenly learned how to dance and was coaxing him into a tango that spun his brain and rattled his senses. It was a feeling that he hadn't quite remembered. After all, Shizuo hadn't been this angry in quite some time.
"I hate you, too."
The response came naturally, much like a second nature or a native tongue. They were spoken just as quietly and just as sincerely as the way that Izaya had put them. Hate. It was the cruel and unusual truth that had been hiding behind the mask of love this entire time.
There was a noise.
It was the sound of Izaya's hand slapping against the rough skin of Shizuo's cheek. In the silence of their apartment, it had echoed. It resounded off of all of the walls like the base of an Indian drum.
There was a crash.
Sprawled bodies and tangled limbs had plummeted to the floor in a not-so-elegant manner. It was as if a raging lion was deliberately ordering his lioness into submission. This didn't last very long, however.
There was a shift.
Izaya had exerted all of his lower body strength for his benefit, reaping the reward of domination. And for a moment, just one moment, they felt it again: the love.
There was kiss.
Sloppy and wet where tongues battled for control. Clothing and other articles of apparel were ripped, torn to shreds as if they were the remnants of rice paper.
There was silence.
The ruffling of bed sheets that had been painted red and the soft breaths of sleepy lovers were all that lingered.
No, nothing could have prepared Shizuo for this.
Hi everyone! Chappy here! :D
Wow, I'm finally getting back into the swing of these drabbles. I apologize for the delay! D:
This is Day 11 and the theme is "prepared."
Thank you for taking the time to read!
- Chappy (: