A one-shot for Loveless. I want to write a Loveless fanfiction later, and this might be included. I don't know. Should I?
Disclaimer: Obviously, I don't own Loveless.
Dark Side of the Moon
"What are you doing?" I questioned in an angry whisper.
"Shhh, it's alright," was the response of the sixteen-year-old boy. In the dark, it was almost impossible to see his face.
And he kissed me. Just like that.
The ever-so-familiar feeling of guilt came over me. Again. By now, this feeling had become so common I could easily dismiss it. But it still hurt.
Not that I could do anything about it at this particular moment. With my wrists secured near my waist by Natsuo's hands and my legs trapped under his and my own weight, I could barely move.
The kiss was sweet and soft, with only a slight intimation of what he wanted. Completely unlike the lustful kisses we shared a few months ago, when Natsuo lost his ears and tail. . . to me. Completely unlike the kisses Youji and I shared, when he lost his ears and tail. . . to me as well. Unlike Natsuo and Youji, however, I didn't lose my ears just a few months ago. I lost them at the tender age of twelve.
I opened my eyes slightly. Moonlight shone in through the window as the cloud covering the moon up until now drifted away. Natsuo's hair shined a beautiful silvery-rusty color. I let the tears escape from my eyes. Natsuo was such a great person, and he deserved to be happy- he deserved someone other than me, who was not worthy of him.
And then there was Youji. He was such a wonderful person, too. If I wasn't such a terrible person, then I would have left both of them so they could find people worthy of themselves. But I didn't- I was too weak to do that. So I had to face the consequences.
I backed away from Natsuo.
Youji stood at the doorway. Obviously, he comprehended what was happening. The silver moonlight reflected off his lavender eyes, but it could not cover up the sorrow he felt. The Fighter and Sacrifice who had such a close relationship before were torn apart. With each passing second, time seemed to slow down while the sorrow in Youji's eyes multiplied until it was unbearable and he darted away.
I feebly stood to chase after him. But what about Natsuo? I stopped and fell to my knees after taking no more than two steps. There was nothing to do but cry. Natsuo gently held my hand as I crouched pitifully in the middle of the room. One of my tears landed on his hand. The tiny, perfectly round orb was silver in the moonlight.
Author: You may be wondering who the narrator is. Honestly, I don't really know. It could be Ritsuka, or an OC, or maybe Yuiko(? would that work well?) So review with some feedback :)