Dreaming...
A/N:Okay, look. I am doing my own fic my own way! It's a Sanosuke/Kaoru! Yes, a fic I craved so much for... that I have to write myself! Lol. PS: I don't own any characters used.
Sanosuke snored through the night. Not the loud, irritating snores that you often hear an old man feed off, but a gentle somewhat attractive snore that would make you fall into an effortless sleep, even if you have been having a severe case of insomnia for the past few months. Sanosuke took a deep breath in and let out a quiet whispered, comforting "Shoo..." Pleasant dreams and thoughts consumed this sleepy man's soul. Dreams of love... dreams of needing... dreams of being alone and secluded were all combined to one. Unconsciously thinking, he wanted everything to end happily. Mister Street Punk Sanosuke Sagara was thinking of love? Happy endings? How odd you must be thinking. I would have to agree.
Let's take a peek inside of the dreaming Sanosuke's head. Pleasant thoughts indeed were not present at this time. Visions of an arguing Sanosuke and Kaoru are extremely vivid. Although the dream was inaudible at that moment, the two were both had fire burning through their eyes. Literal flames in their eyes. Eyes that give off the message I'm right and you're wrong. None shed tears. No way! Both too tough and hard-headed at the moment to give a cry of pain and sorrow and guilt of the argument.
Sanosuke found his dreaming self in a secluded dark room. Only a dim, beclouded mist of lights were fed to the room from the cracks of the door. Loneliness consumed his dream-replica. Oddly enough, his head was hanging back and he was in a deep state of thought. Images of nonexistent jail bars were cloudy. He felt as if he were trapped in a hell hole. He just didn't know why. He was just bewildered and befuddled. Dumbfounded and aghast. For reasons unknown, those were some of the numerous feelings he was processing at the moment. His hands firmly grasped onto the air where the rusty old jail bars stood in his imagination.
So suddenly, a soft knock, which sounded as a light tap on the door was heard by Sanosuke. "Yes?" Sanosuke quietly said, holding in the fury that had not been deposited out of his system yet.
"May I come in, Sanosuke?" Kaoru asked in a soft comforting tone.
.....That softness of Kaoru's voice only was able to sooth the young man. Once in a matter of minutes ago he dreaded that voice and now he could only bear to melt at hearing it. What is with Sanosuke? You must be asking. Love is. That's the simple answer. "You may," Sanosuke allowed.All he could do is bring his hands acrossed his perfectly muscled, yet torn and scarred chest. His white jacket was hung open, and his hands stood perfecrly still at his mid chest and the white wrap around his waist.
Kaoru opened the door slightly, poking her head through the little crack. The opened door fed more light to the completely dark room, for a second shadowing those wretched, loathed, entangling jail bars across the room before they were to dissappear. Sanosuke was released by the light. He was freed by Kaoru. "Sanosuke, I apologize," Kaoru softly said as she were to walk into the room that was formerly an imaginary prison to Sanosuke, and closed the door behind her. The darkness has been recovered, and all that was visible was the glossy eyes of the two and a dull and faint shadowy outline of the two that the light from that little crack in the door gave.
"I accept," was all Sanosuke could reply. Normally, he wouldn't except Kaoru's apology. But, right now some odd feelings that Sanosuke has never felt before transformed his train of thought in that mind of his.
Kaoru sat next to the once enraged man. She could only flash a bright smile that Sanosuke
could barely see. Kaoru's head fell to Sanosuke's comforting shoulder. The material of his jacket
and Sanosuke's naturally warm and manly shoulder could only comfort the woman. The man Kaoru mostly hated minutes ago now became the one she was to seek for comfort. "Sanosuke... I-I-I," Kaoru tried to admit.
"Shh," Sanosuke hushed her. "I know," whispered the man. He then leaned in for a kiss. Many feelings of built up hidden emotions were poured into the kiss from both of the victims of love. Sanosuke's hands wandered to find a place where the curves of her hips had a perfect fitting space for his hands. His hands were to rest there as he continued pouring built up feelings into the kiss. Kaoru's tongue was to tease Sanosuke's lips, as a silent beg to be let in. Kaoru's hands were to find a space to run her fingers through Sanosuke's deep brown hypnotic hair, to massage his scalp. Sanosuke broke the kiss finally. "You're making me want you too bad, so stop while you're ahead," commanded Sanosuke huskily.
END OF PART ONE!
I hope you liked it. Flame me for all I care! IT SUCKED REALLY BAD! Well, I'm going to bed. It's 3:00 at night. Peace and god bless.
