A/N: I love Kaidou and Rei and non-canon pairings (just as much as canon-pairings). This is a first draft and the only corrections made were pretty much spell-check. I'm just desperate to get something out because it's been a while (5 years) since I last wrote fanfiction plus I need something to hold me down so I can derive some sort of inspiration. Ever get that feeling? Yeah. I promise to polish up my subsequent stories though.
Progress
Summary: He moves slowly, always so slowly.
The harsh wind whipped at his face, splaying his bangs across his eyes. He squinted through the tornado of dust as he made his way to the courtyard to find her. Hoping, praying that he would find her surrounded by pink. There she stood, a barrier of cherry blossoms around her body, looking as poised and pure as a killer. Her eyes watched him carefully as he made his way towards her ever so slowly. Always so slowly.
"Happy Birthday Rei."
It was an endless game they played, one in which both grew tired of. She wouldn't respond, he'd hand her a gift, and they would continue this ritual at dinner where the conversation would start formal, tight, and then end up on the topic of her father. He would take her home and she would kiss him. And he would respond slowly, always so slowly.
However, today, Kaidou did not take her to dinner nor give her a gift. Instead, he waited patiently for her to come to him because he wanted to make sure her emotions were raw, real. He wanted to confirm that what she felt was not simply a juvenile crush. She turned twenty today. She was an adult. He tested her mentality.
The wind died down as if holding its breath in anticipation of her response. Rei gazed into his eyes, thinking, always, the perfection achieved if she were his. She wondered what it would have been like had he responded immediately to her presence, her touch, her kiss. But he was slow, always so slow, and it killed her. She was not patient, and she couldn't wait any longer for his actions. So she always left him with an ambiguity at her wake and this time was no different.
But before she could leave the courtyard, he grabbed her wrist lightly and the tension grew tenfold.
"What do you want," he said, no, tested.
She looked at him with shock and anger swimming in her eyes and he waited, desperately, for her to say his name because then he would accept her and maybe, things would run at a faster pace.
But when he felt the gentle tug from her wrist, he let go and watched her leave. Their relationship had been slow, so painfully slow. And it had finally come to a stop.