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Notes: Originally written for the livejournal community tempsmort.
Just Like Love
Lika hates the way her mother asks her where have you been what have you done who were you with was it a boy? A boy, her mother says, looking at her with thin lips and a worn face flowing down from her neck to the skinny sagging body that Lika's father doesn't love anymore. A boy, her mother says and sends Lika to her room for looking too much like what her mother once did - back when Lika's father still loved Lika's mother.
Lika hates how her father says, absently and uncaring, don't make the mistakes your mother did tramping around with other men right behind my back when she thought I didn't see it. Don't be a whore, Lika; be loyal, be true, screw your boy but don't leave him alone.
Lika hates her body with its tall long angles and tight high breasts, hates the way her hair is so, so dark; hates that Shiro likes to play with her hair as if he is a kitten, drawing it in his fingers and twisting it, twirling it round and round his thin knuckles while his slitted eyes gleam, fascinated and childish. She says stop it that hurts you asshole, and he says bitch. But he stops and then he leans up to nuzzle his nose into her hair because he says he likes the way she smells to him: bitter, hating, female, warm, his.
Lika hates Shiro. Lika hates him so much she has to dig her fingernails into his slender, arching shoulders beneath the standard cotton of his anonymous jacket; Lika hates him so much she has to drive her tongue into his mouth, hates him so much she has to let Shiro hate her back until they're naked and sniping at each other (bitch freak sister monster) and he says he wants to eat her thinks she's tasty.
Lika hates that she says don't you ever touch another girl. Lika hates even more that Shiro licks his rough feline tongue across the soft skin of her throat, hissing that he won't, that women are too much trouble and Lika tastes too nice he wants to gobble her up.
Lika hates sleeping with Shiro. He's too thin and too much of a bitch, not liking it when he feels endangered (all the time) or when someone touches his tail or ruffles his ears or makes him be a nice person. He's a streetwise primadonna, and she doesn't expect him to love her because she doesn't love him. Love would be too much to demand with as selfish as he is, even when he's reluctantly kind or really shy or a thousand other things she hates so much.
Lika hates most everything, but especially the way Shiro curls around her when he sleeps, long tail twining around her thigh and his sharp face buried in her shoulder as he breathes in and out; Lika hates that she doesn't hate him, then.