Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters of RK, nor am I making any money out of this
Chapter I
Enishi offered her a tiny smile- "Itadakimasu"- and with that he took his chopsticks and started to slowly and quietly eat. She prepared his favourite dish and made sure everything was perfect. Soft music. The perfect dress. Candles. Everything a romantic dinner with her perfect boyfriend required. He looked so handsome there with his sleeves rolled up hallway to his elbows showing his powerful forearms. Kami, how she loved that man.
-"Enishi, how is everything?"- he raised his head to answer her, but his movement caused a tiny wind draft. The candlelight shifted just a little hitting her dark hair in such a way that it brought violet highlights to it. For Enishi the room seemed to shift. Gone were the candles and the well prepared supper. The music went from a soft piano solo to a sensual electrical guitar, and then, there she was.
-"Enishi I love this song!"- Her long black-purple hair bounced as she practically ran to the stereo to turn the volume up. He loved how her incredible blue eyes shined happily at something as silly as just a song. Her smile was radiant. She looked so freaking beautiful that day.
Is it you again outside,
Just banging on the front door?
You say you had enough,
Now you're coming' back for more,
But that's alright.
I said that that's alright.
I may not want to admit it,
I'm just a fool for your stockings I believe.
-"What's not to love about some dirty old gizzards going on about a fetish"- His voice dipped with his habitual sarcasm. As always, she just rolled her eyes at him.
-"Come on! Dance with me babe"- and when she grabbed his hand and brought him closer to her, he didn't complain. And he especially didn't complain when Kaoru started moving sensually with the guitar solo.
Now I don't mind when you send money
And bring your girlfriends with you,
But how could one be so thoughtless to try
And handle less than two?
But that's alright.
I said that that's alright, baby.
I may not want to admit it,
I'm just a fool for your stockings I believe.
-"Okay, maybe is not that bad"-he admitted after a while too drunk with the feeling of her hips rotating under his hands to pretend being his normal cool self. She had her back to his chest, her arms up in the air, and her hands in his hair where driving him crazy. His breath hitched when her backside pressed down on his hardening length for the third time in lest that three minute.-"Tease"-She just laughed and turned around.
Now I'm tellin' everybody
It seems too good to be true:
Sweet things can always get sweeter.
I know mine did, how about you?
-"Oh, baby. By the time I'm done with you 'Nishi, you are going to love this song"- and with that she took off her top and continued dancing. He tried to grab her, but she pushed him down to the bed. Her smile became sultry as she went for the button and the zipper of her jeans. He loved it, alright. 'Oh, Kami She is perfect' he remembers thinking as she straddled him and ripped his shirt off.
Yes, it's alright.
I said, yes it is, that's alright.
I may not want to admit it,
I'm just a fool for your stockings I believe...
-"Enishi?"-the small and delicate hand on his finally brought him out to reality.-"mmm?"
-"Are you okay? You spaced out for a while there."- The concern in her soft brown eyes immediately made him feel like a bastard. Here was a beautiful girl that loved him, and he was remembering his ex. Kami, he was a bastard.
-"Hai, Bilang. I'm fine. Just tired"- he offered another tiny smile and her she responded with one of her one. -"Everything is perfect"- with that her smile grew and her eyes shined. They continued eating and when they were finished he helped her put the dishes on the dishwasher. Later, once they went to bed and he made love to her, he stayed awake looking at the ceiling trying his harder to stop his mind from going places where it wasn't suppose to go. He hated days like this, days where something, most of the time a stupid little thing, will bring memories of her forward. At the beginning it used to be something every fucking day, but now those moments were now further and further apart. It was not like he wasn't over her; he was. He has been over her the second she walked away. Those annoying memories were nothing but a tic. Insignificant and irrelevant, just like her. Still, sleep refused to come for hours.
A/N: So? U like?
