Passionfruit
A Clamp Love Story
Written by Nikki Miyazawa, more commonly known as silver_dragonfly
Review: The angel Tomoyo and her Eriol had seperated because of destiny. Now, Eriol has no memory of his lady love and accidently caused an angelic mute woman to faint in his arms. With time for her to heal, they act like lifetime friends and tender husband and wife during her recovery at his home. Will that be enough to last a lifetime?
A/N and the Sheepish Disclaimer: Okay, everyone. A bit confused. Well, here is to cutting a long story short. I first wrote this story in the plot line of another CLAMP (the girls who wrote CardCaptor Sakura) manga called Wish, but I decided that it would be better as a Tomoyo and Eriol Vintage Romance, that what I call my old-fashioned stories for TxE. CardCaptor Sakura doesn't belong to me, this is the first and last time I'm going to say it, cause . . . :::sniff::: if I say that Eriol and my Eriol plushie doesn't belong to me, I'm going to cry out of heartbreak. :::sniff::: I'm going to die! (hugging Eriol plushie way too tight, but i love it) And that beautiful, extraordinary piece of poetry at the beginning is not mine, but the wonderful poetess named Sarah Teasdale. Thanks, Sarah!
Important Notice: I might not update as soon. I do the best I can. I'm only a working intern trying to get some money by spending time writing letters for the India doctors. Got translate those letters. It's hard to translate foreign languages!
A/N: This "**********" means the point of view changed.
Part One - Chapter One
(Okay, before you read the story, here is the what happens before the story, so you sheepies won't get confused. Tomoyo is a naive, but kind angel on a mission to find another fallen angel who was missing. On her mission, she meets a hot surgeon by the name of Eriol Hiiragizawa who saves her from a demon crow (I know it's wierd). She owes him one wish, and starts to live with the guy, until I decides on the wish. Okay, during their living together, they fall in love. When his wish turned out to be that Eriol wanted Tomoyo to stay with him forever, well, God and his cousins, Fate and Destiny, didn't have the power to permit that because of complications. But God, being the really cool guy up there, decided that they could start a brand new life with her as a human to win back her man. The only problem is they erased his memory of her because of complications, and now the story begins . . .
Before you kissed me only winds of heaven
Had kissed me, and the tenderness of rain -
Now you have come, how can I care for kisses
Like theirs again? - Sarah Teasdale, a stanza from "The Kiss"
Why is love that cruel game life plays?
I knew my simply question was not deserving of my situation on earth. I knew I had no right to curse God for the pain he caused me just because I knew not to play with destiny. Yet, here I am, that abandoned celestial being who once were, blinded by the silks of love. Did it matter of the wings I beared and the glow I shattered amongst the dark shadows of Eriol's chaotic abode?
Now when God forbid my returning to earth, I sank into a deeper depression. Until, that one bittersweet morn, He granted my only wish that best that Fate and Destiny allowed. To remove my divinity and wings for the sake of being a human, a human could love (name of guy) at last. Yet I had one bitter fact behind their shadowed fates.
He is not to remember the existance of me. Sweet Eriol would not hold the memory of my love for him dear, nor would he even remember I had ever existed. So many tears have been shed. Why did things have to remain this way? Fate and Destiny, the twin goddesses who had a hand in playing with people's hearts, souls, and minds, had decided it would have been better if his memory would be free of me. It would always remain like this. When a celestial cherub sought out an assignment, so very much like mine, a human might take part in assisting the angel. However after, the prized companion gained by a journey would be erased of any memory.
It has been like this for years. Eons and eons ago, this eternal law has imprinted itself in the clouds. Here, as I bike through the sun-kissed sidewalks of Tokyo, I could feel the pearl tears falling endlessly from my auburn eyes. It would not stop, even if I willed and commanded it. Butterflies of plum blossoms showered everywhere with its rainfall of blue ecsasy. Gently innocent, a stray blossom found comfort in the weaves of my amethyst hair.
How could one blossom release unlimited warmth in my coldest shadows? When one question replaced the next, my mind was drowning in the thought. I wasn't conscious of the world outside my soul. Not conscious enough to draw the reality of Fate's little games. With my vintage bike in hand, I stoll through the walkways, gazing fondly at the sight of two lovers who seemed to share the joy of passion. Smothered by theirs kisses, the world seemed dimmed to anything else. I contained a belated sigh with all the longing I had collected.
Screech!!! The blinding light of the headlights drew me in a state of shock. Since God has gifted me with mortality, emotions seemed to come easily in an uncanny sort of way. A string of colorful curses sting the air with its profanity. Tires radiated a strong fume of burning asphalt and rubber. Black opaque, the car mirrored the shiny exterior the finest automobiles ever made. I knew not of the reason of my strong will of weakness, or the knowledge of why I fainted into the darkness of being unconscious. The conclusion was that the last, beautiful sight I retreived was of the looming shadow of a man with a scent I could regognize a lifetime away.
Eriol Hiiragizawa.
Then everything fell into the austere silence of pitch-black night beneath my eyelids. Black. And all I could think of was Eriol and the vow he never made that caused us our hearts.
A/N: Should I stop there? Sorry, but since I have so much work that needs to be done around the harsh world called earth, my fanfic have to draw to a close. . . for now!
You think, I would do that to you? No way. . . okay, maybe sometimes, but I'm an honest gal.
********** Something was missing. I felt it in the moist, barren air. A part of me has been torn away, leaving me almost souless. However, the problem was that I had no memory of this infinate emptiness. The darkness seemed to consume me and mold my very existance into this cold, ruthless rouge of a docter who plays with woman's hearts and bodies.
Like I mind, as I thought with a smug half-smile, with my gaze wandering through the black leather interior of my Mustang. This was what life is made of. Cash. Power. Sex. My mind kept wandering aimlessly to my accomplishments that I couldn't see the road in which I drove one.
Screech! At once, my black hole of a heart skipped a minute beat, not because of my near-death experience, or rather near-homicidal/murder excuse, but that blur of angelic white in the close distance. A woman, a rather striking, glowing maiden, stood for a moment with those wide, bewitching wine-colored eyes staring innocently at me. If my eyes fooled me, opaque wings fluttered from her back and then disappeared into the blue. Emotions smothered her eyes: fear, surprise, rememberance?
The girl fell gracefully upon the floor, her bike following her lead. Exhaustion or simply out of shock, this "angel" looked unhealthy beautiful as she lay scattered in contrast with the faded hues of the sidewalk. I approached, taking in her extraordinary sight. Strands of curled sun's rays curved along her heart shaped face, embracing every soft angle with its Midas' touch.
I frowned at the state of being she was in at the exact moment. Laying innocently seductive in the streets did not fair well with the maiden, so I decided with the very little sanctity I seem to possess since I glimpsed at this tiny pixie to bring her home. Did that picture reasonably? With a gentle caress I didn't find with other women, I lifted her effortlessly into my brawn arms.
Feather-light. I observed that her fragile, tiny body molded perfectly into mine, as if it was meant to be something so wonderfully right. I frowned again at this young woman. Such emotions and thought were silly and fake. The woman was just an object of a lustful tease, nothing more and nothing less.
"What to do with you? What to do with you, angel? I can't simply leave you here for rapists and murders to destroy your innocence. The guilt will eat me up. I'll take you home. Maybe there might be an answer once Sleeping Beauty wakes up."
I murmered to myself, having a silent conversation with this girl. The pile of scrap metal that was considered a bike lay desperately on the floor. To bring it or not to bring it that was the question. It glared at me with the scythe of guilt consuming my ever fiber.
Would she fear if that scrap was gone? Would a tear dare streak that porcelain face if she realize that her bike was left for the vultures? Why did I care? Shuichiro, man, think lust. Lust, damn it. So with a heavy heart, I brought the obsidian bicycle in the rear of my car, with the girl placed warmly beside me. I drove to what seemed the longest eternity until I reached my newly bought penthouse by the sea.
For some insane, inexpilcable reason, I felt that apartment I inhabitat for some time had a haunted fate, with the ghost of something I forgotten a lifetime ago in every corner. Laughter and smiles could be heard and seen. At one time, a feather with the most delicate scent was found next to my journal. I had to leave this recollection of old faded photographs of a dream that appear to real for its likes. I had to escape to the melody of the sea, a place cherished by myself because of the confort it brought.
Carrying the lightweight bundle, warm and fragrant, in my cold, nerving house fit for the rich bachelor, I drifted to the way she brought a light to the shadows in the corners. Finally, my destination has found me, even with my lean strides. The girl was laid on the collasal black bed, finding her miniscule size less intimidating with the reminder that everything else was more superior and grander than she. Money. Greed. Power. She had no power over me for I stood for all those grander than she. I would rule her, bed her, and get rid of this outrageous obsession for her puzzle fit in my life.
Damn it. She was already a nuisance to me, even when the angel fluttered off into some dream world of the unconscious. Let her sleep for now, but once Sleeping Beauty wakes, my simple seduction to the fair maiden will begin. A stray finger caressed the contours of her cheek. It grazed gently above her wild rose blush, tasting the ivory texture of it all. The surge of desire washed over me. Before I decided to ravish her now, I need to maintain control. Please, Kami, help me.
Control. Control. My gaze brushed against her angelic figure. Damn! Control. Its continuous mantra kept alienating my head. Air and a few moments to think was the cure of this insane lust. A walk in the sandy shores sounds like a welcome mate that explicitly states "welcome" on both sides of the grass. Grass? Sand? What the hell am I ranting about? Darting off, I left the maiden side to seek out the little sanity I had left. It was somewhere missing, and I need to find it. Soon.
********** (How about now? Should I stop it here? Maybe. Maybe Not. About Now? Huh? Okie, no. I love it when you guys are so dependent on my writing. It's hilarious; I feel like the Queen of England minus the lace and extra fat. No offense to the Queen.)
Salt. I could taste the saltine crisp of the ocean in the air, as I woke a few hours later. Everything was in a blanket of dimming darkness mixed with grays of aquamarine. A window view of my surroundings drew me to a state of neverending silence.
I couldn't speak, nor breathe. Certainly, heaven was not as perfect as it seems, or maybe it was too perfect. Nirvana of my God had always kept things glowing purely without the dents of evil and imperfection. But here, this serene ocean waves trousling the sky with its beauty had kissed Aphrodite herself. Oceans would never exist in heaven. It was too unsettling, chaotic. It could create a scene of beauty hidden with its siren of death. An underwater graveyard, if one will. So caught up with the debut of this masterpiece, my hearing failed to sense the strides of footsteps nearing the doorway.
"Magnificent sight, isn't it, angel? A real beauty to withhold. I nearly fell in love with it at first sight."
I kept silent at the lustrious voice, thick and deep like the sight in which he referred to. It felt wonderful to hear him speak even if Eriol had no idea who I was, what we were, and what we could have become. Angel? Did he know? Still silence kept me still.
Moments passed as our gazes lingered towards the sea. A cough or two could be hear through the awkard understanding.
"Not talking, are we? So angel, cat got your tongue?"
Now my breath grew short, distant and broken. Inching towards me with only an inch from the warmth of our bodies, Eriol bended closely, his mouth nearing the curve of my throat. I closed my eyes to keep still the war raging inside of me. Desire was never my strongest point and now it was overflowing me with lustful thoughts. Naughty ones, as well.
This was so unlike an angel to think of this sin. Yet, I was not an angel anymore. The body in which I lived through was human. Now I was experiencing a human sin. Adam and Eve couldn't keep their hands off each other, so why should I? (Okie, I know kind of OOC, but this is mah story. Bite me.) My eyes moved to his raven locks and his smug smile. Thin strips of very delicate lips formed an amused smile knowing all the emotions I was feeling beneath my skin. He was doing this on purpose!
"Still not talking, are we? Let me see, if I can get something out of you."
Long and callus, a finger drew fine circles on the silk of her neck. Something this sultry was never laughable. I stiffed, not by the reason of the resistance, but because I enjoyed it. Mortal sin should never be shown to an angel whom never enjoyed such pleasures. My eyes closed in the grand state I was; it was like. . . heaven! Excuse the pun. A traitor groan escaped from my mouth with my soft fingers trying to block the coming of this advantage to man! The "Adam" that bewitched Eve let go a few chuckles to his "pet."
"Now, at least I know you are incapable of pleasure."
The way he drawled his final word was enough to make Hades' mistresses shiver in damnation. Yet, I left one small fact about this operation that I should have stated at the beginning. I was mute, not able to speak because of the circumstance in which I could blurt out the simple truth. It was that, or getting seperated for eternity.
Beloved, why would you want a mute person? You deserve a perfect human to love you for the rest of your life. To grow old and faded like a cherished photograph when time has ended for us. Why would you love me? With my lithe, tiny shape, I easily fled from his embrace to find myself trapped against the wall by his strong arms. Heat was radiating from his body to mine, and my body with the same intensity.
What if he kissed me?
The "what if's" didn't really matter at the moment, for at that time, his lips descended to mine. I gasped. Catching me in a heated kiss, emotions filled me like nothing should. It felt good; I said with a guilty conscience. No regrets now. Beneathe the kiss, I could taste the satisfied smirk upon his handsome face. Remember no regrets. So what if this was merely out of proud lust? He looked at a pretty face and conquered her, leaving women in an ocean of tears, drowning in the emotions.
He was a womanizer, a rouge. Yet Eriol Hiiragzawa was my soulmate, and my love blinded all his insensitive aspects that make up this man. That didn't stop the pain from searing my heart. Kisses left his vulnerable, so I escaped his cage once again. I ran with all the distance my thin legs could possibly reach. I tried to overrun him, to escape his cruel behavior. This game of cat and mouse ended in the shores of the ocean where I fell upon the sand exhausted and panting, tasting the silent tears like a reflection in rippled water.
I looked up to the shadow of a man I loved forevermore.
His worried look on his face explained the man she knew reaching out, not this cold bastard that aroused her innermost passion. Can't you see my pain? Eyes met - soft ambers and midnight darkness - and everything was understand as if minds could be read faithfully. I looked up with a scared mouse expression, hair trousled. His face changed. Everything was at peace with its surroundings, the ocean could barely be heard from the intense drum beat of my heart.
"You're mute, aren't you? I'm sorry . . . terribly sorry . . . angel."
With the gentle touch of his hands, he drew me towards him and into the sanctuary of his arms, locked into an embrace that kissed away my sorrows. (How terribly cliche! Who writes this crap? Oh ya. . . I do. Gawd, help me.) Words of comfort was heard whispered in a low seductive baritone, sending a shiver trailing along my spine. Oh dear, how am I going to survive with cowering far away from him?
"Angel, it's going to be fine. I'll take care of you, promise I will."
Scooped me into his arms and carrying the lightweight bundle into the bungalow, here, against the romantic caress of the ocean's siren callings, we started a new beginning as friends. Forevermore, I promised. We will remain the best of friends forevermore without those scalding hot kisses and embraces. This was our destiny. However, I didn't know that my companion thought otherwise.
(Ohhh. . . naughty Eriol, I told you don't touch that cherry pie! No, you real perverts out there. It's really a cherry pie. Eriol and I are baking pies! La. La. La. Really, people and their sick, demented souls! May you perish in the fiery pits of hell! Die! Die! *laughs evilishly, evilishly? is that word?* Sorry, I got a bit out of hand. *evil nikki comes out* No, I'm not sorry. Die, heathens! *good nikki bangs bad nikki with a club, drags her back to limbo line* )
Review, my sheepies. Or Bo Bo the Very Scary Clown will kick you. He's mean, I hate him too.
Review: The angel Tomoyo and her Eriol had seperated because of destiny. Now, Eriol has no memory of his lady love and accidently caused an angelic mute woman to faint in his arms. With time for her to heal, they act like lifetime friends and tender husband and wife during her recovery at his home. Will that be enough to last a lifetime?
A/N and the Sheepish Disclaimer: Okay, everyone. A bit confused. Well, here is to cutting a long story short. I first wrote this story in the plot line of another CLAMP (the girls who wrote CardCaptor Sakura) manga called Wish, but I decided that it would be better as a Tomoyo and Eriol Vintage Romance, that what I call my old-fashioned stories for TxE. CardCaptor Sakura doesn't belong to me, this is the first and last time I'm going to say it, cause . . . :::sniff::: if I say that Eriol and my Eriol plushie doesn't belong to me, I'm going to cry out of heartbreak. :::sniff::: I'm going to die! (hugging Eriol plushie way too tight, but i love it) And that beautiful, extraordinary piece of poetry at the beginning is not mine, but the wonderful poetess named Sarah Teasdale. Thanks, Sarah!
Important Notice: I might not update as soon. I do the best I can. I'm only a working intern trying to get some money by spending time writing letters for the India doctors. Got translate those letters. It's hard to translate foreign languages!
A/N: This "**********" means the point of view changed.
Part One - Chapter One
(Okay, before you read the story, here is the what happens before the story, so you sheepies won't get confused. Tomoyo is a naive, but kind angel on a mission to find another fallen angel who was missing. On her mission, she meets a hot surgeon by the name of Eriol Hiiragizawa who saves her from a demon crow (I know it's wierd). She owes him one wish, and starts to live with the guy, until I decides on the wish. Okay, during their living together, they fall in love. When his wish turned out to be that Eriol wanted Tomoyo to stay with him forever, well, God and his cousins, Fate and Destiny, didn't have the power to permit that because of complications. But God, being the really cool guy up there, decided that they could start a brand new life with her as a human to win back her man. The only problem is they erased his memory of her because of complications, and now the story begins . . .
Before you kissed me only winds of heaven
Had kissed me, and the tenderness of rain -
Now you have come, how can I care for kisses
Like theirs again? - Sarah Teasdale, a stanza from "The Kiss"
Why is love that cruel game life plays?
I knew my simply question was not deserving of my situation on earth. I knew I had no right to curse God for the pain he caused me just because I knew not to play with destiny. Yet, here I am, that abandoned celestial being who once were, blinded by the silks of love. Did it matter of the wings I beared and the glow I shattered amongst the dark shadows of Eriol's chaotic abode?
Now when God forbid my returning to earth, I sank into a deeper depression. Until, that one bittersweet morn, He granted my only wish that best that Fate and Destiny allowed. To remove my divinity and wings for the sake of being a human, a human could love (name of guy) at last. Yet I had one bitter fact behind their shadowed fates.
He is not to remember the existance of me. Sweet Eriol would not hold the memory of my love for him dear, nor would he even remember I had ever existed. So many tears have been shed. Why did things have to remain this way? Fate and Destiny, the twin goddesses who had a hand in playing with people's hearts, souls, and minds, had decided it would have been better if his memory would be free of me. It would always remain like this. When a celestial cherub sought out an assignment, so very much like mine, a human might take part in assisting the angel. However after, the prized companion gained by a journey would be erased of any memory.
It has been like this for years. Eons and eons ago, this eternal law has imprinted itself in the clouds. Here, as I bike through the sun-kissed sidewalks of Tokyo, I could feel the pearl tears falling endlessly from my auburn eyes. It would not stop, even if I willed and commanded it. Butterflies of plum blossoms showered everywhere with its rainfall of blue ecsasy. Gently innocent, a stray blossom found comfort in the weaves of my amethyst hair.
How could one blossom release unlimited warmth in my coldest shadows? When one question replaced the next, my mind was drowning in the thought. I wasn't conscious of the world outside my soul. Not conscious enough to draw the reality of Fate's little games. With my vintage bike in hand, I stoll through the walkways, gazing fondly at the sight of two lovers who seemed to share the joy of passion. Smothered by theirs kisses, the world seemed dimmed to anything else. I contained a belated sigh with all the longing I had collected.
Screech!!! The blinding light of the headlights drew me in a state of shock. Since God has gifted me with mortality, emotions seemed to come easily in an uncanny sort of way. A string of colorful curses sting the air with its profanity. Tires radiated a strong fume of burning asphalt and rubber. Black opaque, the car mirrored the shiny exterior the finest automobiles ever made. I knew not of the reason of my strong will of weakness, or the knowledge of why I fainted into the darkness of being unconscious. The conclusion was that the last, beautiful sight I retreived was of the looming shadow of a man with a scent I could regognize a lifetime away.
Eriol Hiiragizawa.
Then everything fell into the austere silence of pitch-black night beneath my eyelids. Black. And all I could think of was Eriol and the vow he never made that caused us our hearts.
A/N: Should I stop there? Sorry, but since I have so much work that needs to be done around the harsh world called earth, my fanfic have to draw to a close. . . for now!
You think, I would do that to you? No way. . . okay, maybe sometimes, but I'm an honest gal.
********** Something was missing. I felt it in the moist, barren air. A part of me has been torn away, leaving me almost souless. However, the problem was that I had no memory of this infinate emptiness. The darkness seemed to consume me and mold my very existance into this cold, ruthless rouge of a docter who plays with woman's hearts and bodies.
Like I mind, as I thought with a smug half-smile, with my gaze wandering through the black leather interior of my Mustang. This was what life is made of. Cash. Power. Sex. My mind kept wandering aimlessly to my accomplishments that I couldn't see the road in which I drove one.
Screech! At once, my black hole of a heart skipped a minute beat, not because of my near-death experience, or rather near-homicidal/murder excuse, but that blur of angelic white in the close distance. A woman, a rather striking, glowing maiden, stood for a moment with those wide, bewitching wine-colored eyes staring innocently at me. If my eyes fooled me, opaque wings fluttered from her back and then disappeared into the blue. Emotions smothered her eyes: fear, surprise, rememberance?
The girl fell gracefully upon the floor, her bike following her lead. Exhaustion or simply out of shock, this "angel" looked unhealthy beautiful as she lay scattered in contrast with the faded hues of the sidewalk. I approached, taking in her extraordinary sight. Strands of curled sun's rays curved along her heart shaped face, embracing every soft angle with its Midas' touch.
I frowned at the state of being she was in at the exact moment. Laying innocently seductive in the streets did not fair well with the maiden, so I decided with the very little sanctity I seem to possess since I glimpsed at this tiny pixie to bring her home. Did that picture reasonably? With a gentle caress I didn't find with other women, I lifted her effortlessly into my brawn arms.
Feather-light. I observed that her fragile, tiny body molded perfectly into mine, as if it was meant to be something so wonderfully right. I frowned again at this young woman. Such emotions and thought were silly and fake. The woman was just an object of a lustful tease, nothing more and nothing less.
"What to do with you? What to do with you, angel? I can't simply leave you here for rapists and murders to destroy your innocence. The guilt will eat me up. I'll take you home. Maybe there might be an answer once Sleeping Beauty wakes up."
I murmered to myself, having a silent conversation with this girl. The pile of scrap metal that was considered a bike lay desperately on the floor. To bring it or not to bring it that was the question. It glared at me with the scythe of guilt consuming my ever fiber.
Would she fear if that scrap was gone? Would a tear dare streak that porcelain face if she realize that her bike was left for the vultures? Why did I care? Shuichiro, man, think lust. Lust, damn it. So with a heavy heart, I brought the obsidian bicycle in the rear of my car, with the girl placed warmly beside me. I drove to what seemed the longest eternity until I reached my newly bought penthouse by the sea.
For some insane, inexpilcable reason, I felt that apartment I inhabitat for some time had a haunted fate, with the ghost of something I forgotten a lifetime ago in every corner. Laughter and smiles could be heard and seen. At one time, a feather with the most delicate scent was found next to my journal. I had to leave this recollection of old faded photographs of a dream that appear to real for its likes. I had to escape to the melody of the sea, a place cherished by myself because of the confort it brought.
Carrying the lightweight bundle, warm and fragrant, in my cold, nerving house fit for the rich bachelor, I drifted to the way she brought a light to the shadows in the corners. Finally, my destination has found me, even with my lean strides. The girl was laid on the collasal black bed, finding her miniscule size less intimidating with the reminder that everything else was more superior and grander than she. Money. Greed. Power. She had no power over me for I stood for all those grander than she. I would rule her, bed her, and get rid of this outrageous obsession for her puzzle fit in my life.
Damn it. She was already a nuisance to me, even when the angel fluttered off into some dream world of the unconscious. Let her sleep for now, but once Sleeping Beauty wakes, my simple seduction to the fair maiden will begin. A stray finger caressed the contours of her cheek. It grazed gently above her wild rose blush, tasting the ivory texture of it all. The surge of desire washed over me. Before I decided to ravish her now, I need to maintain control. Please, Kami, help me.
Control. Control. My gaze brushed against her angelic figure. Damn! Control. Its continuous mantra kept alienating my head. Air and a few moments to think was the cure of this insane lust. A walk in the sandy shores sounds like a welcome mate that explicitly states "welcome" on both sides of the grass. Grass? Sand? What the hell am I ranting about? Darting off, I left the maiden side to seek out the little sanity I had left. It was somewhere missing, and I need to find it. Soon.
********** (How about now? Should I stop it here? Maybe. Maybe Not. About Now? Huh? Okie, no. I love it when you guys are so dependent on my writing. It's hilarious; I feel like the Queen of England minus the lace and extra fat. No offense to the Queen.)
Salt. I could taste the saltine crisp of the ocean in the air, as I woke a few hours later. Everything was in a blanket of dimming darkness mixed with grays of aquamarine. A window view of my surroundings drew me to a state of neverending silence.
I couldn't speak, nor breathe. Certainly, heaven was not as perfect as it seems, or maybe it was too perfect. Nirvana of my God had always kept things glowing purely without the dents of evil and imperfection. But here, this serene ocean waves trousling the sky with its beauty had kissed Aphrodite herself. Oceans would never exist in heaven. It was too unsettling, chaotic. It could create a scene of beauty hidden with its siren of death. An underwater graveyard, if one will. So caught up with the debut of this masterpiece, my hearing failed to sense the strides of footsteps nearing the doorway.
"Magnificent sight, isn't it, angel? A real beauty to withhold. I nearly fell in love with it at first sight."
I kept silent at the lustrious voice, thick and deep like the sight in which he referred to. It felt wonderful to hear him speak even if Eriol had no idea who I was, what we were, and what we could have become. Angel? Did he know? Still silence kept me still.
Moments passed as our gazes lingered towards the sea. A cough or two could be hear through the awkard understanding.
"Not talking, are we? So angel, cat got your tongue?"
Now my breath grew short, distant and broken. Inching towards me with only an inch from the warmth of our bodies, Eriol bended closely, his mouth nearing the curve of my throat. I closed my eyes to keep still the war raging inside of me. Desire was never my strongest point and now it was overflowing me with lustful thoughts. Naughty ones, as well.
This was so unlike an angel to think of this sin. Yet, I was not an angel anymore. The body in which I lived through was human. Now I was experiencing a human sin. Adam and Eve couldn't keep their hands off each other, so why should I? (Okie, I know kind of OOC, but this is mah story. Bite me.) My eyes moved to his raven locks and his smug smile. Thin strips of very delicate lips formed an amused smile knowing all the emotions I was feeling beneath my skin. He was doing this on purpose!
"Still not talking, are we? Let me see, if I can get something out of you."
Long and callus, a finger drew fine circles on the silk of her neck. Something this sultry was never laughable. I stiffed, not by the reason of the resistance, but because I enjoyed it. Mortal sin should never be shown to an angel whom never enjoyed such pleasures. My eyes closed in the grand state I was; it was like. . . heaven! Excuse the pun. A traitor groan escaped from my mouth with my soft fingers trying to block the coming of this advantage to man! The "Adam" that bewitched Eve let go a few chuckles to his "pet."
"Now, at least I know you are incapable of pleasure."
The way he drawled his final word was enough to make Hades' mistresses shiver in damnation. Yet, I left one small fact about this operation that I should have stated at the beginning. I was mute, not able to speak because of the circumstance in which I could blurt out the simple truth. It was that, or getting seperated for eternity.
Beloved, why would you want a mute person? You deserve a perfect human to love you for the rest of your life. To grow old and faded like a cherished photograph when time has ended for us. Why would you love me? With my lithe, tiny shape, I easily fled from his embrace to find myself trapped against the wall by his strong arms. Heat was radiating from his body to mine, and my body with the same intensity.
What if he kissed me?
The "what if's" didn't really matter at the moment, for at that time, his lips descended to mine. I gasped. Catching me in a heated kiss, emotions filled me like nothing should. It felt good; I said with a guilty conscience. No regrets now. Beneathe the kiss, I could taste the satisfied smirk upon his handsome face. Remember no regrets. So what if this was merely out of proud lust? He looked at a pretty face and conquered her, leaving women in an ocean of tears, drowning in the emotions.
He was a womanizer, a rouge. Yet Eriol Hiiragzawa was my soulmate, and my love blinded all his insensitive aspects that make up this man. That didn't stop the pain from searing my heart. Kisses left his vulnerable, so I escaped his cage once again. I ran with all the distance my thin legs could possibly reach. I tried to overrun him, to escape his cruel behavior. This game of cat and mouse ended in the shores of the ocean where I fell upon the sand exhausted and panting, tasting the silent tears like a reflection in rippled water.
I looked up to the shadow of a man I loved forevermore.
His worried look on his face explained the man she knew reaching out, not this cold bastard that aroused her innermost passion. Can't you see my pain? Eyes met - soft ambers and midnight darkness - and everything was understand as if minds could be read faithfully. I looked up with a scared mouse expression, hair trousled. His face changed. Everything was at peace with its surroundings, the ocean could barely be heard from the intense drum beat of my heart.
"You're mute, aren't you? I'm sorry . . . terribly sorry . . . angel."
With the gentle touch of his hands, he drew me towards him and into the sanctuary of his arms, locked into an embrace that kissed away my sorrows. (How terribly cliche! Who writes this crap? Oh ya. . . I do. Gawd, help me.) Words of comfort was heard whispered in a low seductive baritone, sending a shiver trailing along my spine. Oh dear, how am I going to survive with cowering far away from him?
"Angel, it's going to be fine. I'll take care of you, promise I will."
Scooped me into his arms and carrying the lightweight bundle into the bungalow, here, against the romantic caress of the ocean's siren callings, we started a new beginning as friends. Forevermore, I promised. We will remain the best of friends forevermore without those scalding hot kisses and embraces. This was our destiny. However, I didn't know that my companion thought otherwise.
(Ohhh. . . naughty Eriol, I told you don't touch that cherry pie! No, you real perverts out there. It's really a cherry pie. Eriol and I are baking pies! La. La. La. Really, people and their sick, demented souls! May you perish in the fiery pits of hell! Die! Die! *laughs evilishly, evilishly? is that word?* Sorry, I got a bit out of hand. *evil nikki comes out* No, I'm not sorry. Die, heathens! *good nikki bangs bad nikki with a club, drags her back to limbo line* )
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