Author's note: A short, very short story. I've just been away from Kensuke for too long and so when the snippet popped into my head I could not help myself. This is it folks. I can only hope that rather than annoy, my sliver of plot might inspire. :) Arrogance, thy name is Jamalyn. (Though, perhaps, it is even more arrogant to say that!)
Facing Reality
"Miyako asked if we were having an affair."
"What did you say?" I curse the subtle hitch in my question. Why do I have to even care?
"Of course." His smile is too easy, too carefree, accompanied by none of the regret the wicked part of me wants to see, needs to see as proof that he could really love me. I smile at him before turning my attention back to the game where he has made short work of my distraction, stealing nearly 50 hit points.
"Is anything the matter? You seem different tonight." Three kicks into my comeback and he interrupts the precarious silence with such a pointless question.
"Am I?" I must remember to smile. After all, he's done nothing to hurt me tonight. But I can't help the frown as my character's death music plays. There are times when I think he does this on purpose. "Want a drink?" I offer as I stand up from the couch and make my way toward the apartment's tiny kitchen.
He waits until I'm almost out of the room before asking. "Daisuke?"
"What?" I don't know why he looks so shocked I heard. I would hear him anywhere.
"Nothing." The multicolored buttons of the controller are now the most interesting things in the world.
I know.
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