disclaimer: no, nothing is owned by me.
with thanks to the reviewers of collision course; this is just a short missing moment from a previous volume. :)
'...don't know if you're looking for romance or
don't know what you're looking for.' Arctic Monkeys, I bet that you look good on the dancefloor
Kyouya has never seen anything quite like this, and he wasn't quite sure how he had even gotten into the situation in the first place.
It was quite simple; one stretch, one tug, one pull, one push. Funny how all situations can be summarized in four simple actions; people have murdered like that, he is sure, at least in a permutation of these. The thought just rather seems to make humanity even more distasteful than before, bitter on the tip of his dry tongue.
Now he is bent over, knees on either side, pushing into the mattress with his weight and something heavier within him, something that was making him dizzy and quite unable to breathe, as if he were in control and not in control all at the same time. His vision is sharper and yet his head is in a haze; he hardly wonders how he focuses on everything.
His palms hurt with everything – the blood – that is pulsing through him.
It almost makes him willing to go against everything he has ever stood for – and the one thing that is most important to him, basic common sense. Her eyes are almost dark amber in the moonlight. The stretch of his hot skin over his cheekbones pulls tauter yet.
In this light, Kyouya knows that he has never been weaker, and that he has never been stronger.
His white form bent over Fujioka Haruhi.