Black Market
In between sobs you call his name. Ruki was your elder brother's name, you remind yourself. You chant his four-lettered name as if this was the last time you would ever speak it.
"Ruki, Ruki, Ruki.. Ru-ki."
He must be worried by now. He must have scoured every nook and cranny of your mansion just to find you. But unlike those other times you've disappeared, he won't ever find you now. This was no longer just a game of hide and seek. He won't ever relish the fact that he always found you wherever you hid if he'd found you like this: missing an arm, eyes swollen–livid from the burst of capillaries underneath your translucent skin. Your skin is tattooed with bruises, scratches. It is decorated by deep lacerations caused by sharp claws of some beast in which the sinews of your muscles that clung to your bones are exposed. Your glossy hair, the dark locks he usually fiddles with, those tresses he loved knotting on his finger as you lay on his lap, the moist strands he loves running his hand through just to cause the particles of that sweet rosemary scent of you to diffuse in the air was cut in angles that made the edges look serrated. You are afraid he won't recognise you. But most of all, you are afraid of the fact that you ceased to be his beautiful Azusa.
Like a knight in shining armor, as the fairytales say, he comes for you before your leg gets cut off. By this time, you are bereft of your beautiful grey eyes. They were thoroughly scraped out of their sockets. But you still feel them bleed even if they were thoroughly cleaned and bandaged, or in other words, thoroughly taken care of right after the harvest. Ruki cradles you in his arm as if you are porcelain. It was the way he always preferred handling you. And that is with care. You wonder if you will still spill tears if you cry now that your eyes were gone. You say his name. He shushes you, then kisses you on your forehead. You feel his trembling lips on your skin. The passion in the brush of his mouth burns you and you wish if only you weren't weak. He interlaces his hand with yours and clasps it tightly. Quivering, he brings your hand to his lips and plants a wet kiss. You hear him hold back a sob.
"Are you okay Ruki?" You ask him as your throat burn.
"You are cold Azusa. Let's get you home."
A/N: So this fic will open the floor to my second Ruki/Azusa compilation. This is just a warm up of sorts to get me back to writing.
If you would like to request something for Ruki/Azusa I will gladly be at your service. (I ship them so hard T.T). You can send them on my tumblr: noirlevity.(tumblr).com