"No matter how you convince me otherwise, the world is to be despised. But as long as you live, I'll embrace it," Nezumi says.
His hand brushes Shion's by accident, and it stays there on purpose.
Shion pockets the remark in his coat, together with the rest. I want to live forever, is the thing he doesn't say.
But the heart on his sleeve has long retired.
~ooo~
"I won't cry, Nezumi."
"What for?"
"For when you leave me."
Sometimes, Nezumi thinks he might as well be skinless. There is nothing Shion cannot see on the inside.
~ooo~
There is the shattering of a glass which was unbreakable. Nezumi flings it across the room with the force of a bullet train. He is shouting things and making no sense; insults him dead, strings them in between doting confessions, shoots him down again, his heart split wide open. Trainwreck.
Shion's heart pulses in fear or in love, he doesn't make out the difference.
He thinks Nezumi is beautiful like this, his eyes drowned in passion.
Nezumi hits him, and he lets it happen.
When Shion wakes up, Nezumi already has sorry on his lips and in his touch. There is the shattering of a heart which he thought was unbreakable.
~ooo~
His heart is weak. His hands are shaking. The words that leave his tongue tastes like the food from a month ago.
"It's a goodnight kiss," he lies.
~ooo~
Between Shion's lips, Nezumi finds sin.
Heart swelling, fingers aching, every breath he exudes dripping with sonnets and that which we call a rose/ By any other name would smell as sweet. He casts his prayers in the crook of Shion's neck, at the edge of rapture. Shion does not know the verses, but he leads Nezumi on with his arduous cries.
Thou art a votary to fond desire.
They wake up the morning after, bathing in the gleam of each other's tears.
~ooo~
The sky is too bright, too blue, too wide, for a day like this. Shion wishes it would rain, wishes it to flood, wishes for a typhoon, to shred him down to the bone. Why does it look like any normal day? Shion refuses it, refuses, refuses, refuses.
"You're a liar." The hand Nezumi places on his cheek is ungloved, and Shion traps it there under his own.
"You said you wouldn't cry."
"I'm not crying." He is.
Stay.
Shion kisses him once, and Nezumi laps at his tears. He has a hand pressed into Shion's back; it says it's okay, it's okay, and Shion wants to be decieved. He pulls away first.
"A thousand times goodnight," he breathes shakily into Nezumi's scarf.
Stay. The one word Shion could never bring himself to say.
It thunders in his heart like a drum. Stay. Stay. Stay.
"Take care of yourself." And Nezumi whispers a name into his ear.
Shion barely hears it because his pulse is racing, his vision is blurring, an invisible rope chokes him, and he doesn't say anything when the boy he loves turns to walk away. Nezumi doesn't look back, doesn't falter in pace. The wind carries with it the scent of his tears.
There is a typhoon in his heart. It is all Shion can do to keep himself from screaming.
-End-
A/N: Tried out a different style. I used to write like this years ago. I still try to ignite the flames from time to time. Ambiguity, much. Anyway, I was pretty inspired by the song Stay by Hurts; someone made a No.6 amv with this song and I was completely taken. Hope you enjoyed it as much as I did writing it (: