Hello. Here's a LenxLuka that came to me when reading Ryuchu's review to Temptation (my LenxLuka one-shot).
I was also inspired by Luka's "Rip=Release". I recommend to hear while reading.
Welcome to my take on what happened after Len's "Spice!-y" days.
Blood And Ice
Chapter I: Pestering Memories
She intently watched the scorching hot water flow out from the faucet. Such a menial task, yet the lack of silence, even if only by the constant sound of water falling on water, she found oddly comforting.
She sighed and willed her body to relax. I turned the water to the hottest for you, at least respond to it!
She slouched deeper into the tub, making the water reach up to her chin.
She found it ironical how when the water is in such a high grade of heat, the moment it comes in contact with your skin it feels as cold as ice. Just the same as when you jump into a pool of freezing water, your skin feels as if on fire.
Irony; it one of the principal causes of her survival.
Sighing again, a habit she'd picked from him, she turned off the water. The tub was at its limit.
She looked up to the roof, not caring that her hair got wet anymore.
No matter how much she thought, her thoughts always frustratingly returned to him.
And she found out, day after day, just how sadistic she could apparently be.
Sighing, and repressing her frustration at doing so, she gave up and decided to simply submerge her whole head. Her hair would smell of the roses the water was coated in.
"It may be too cliché, but I've always preferred roses above all other flowers. They symbolize to me, not the romance, passion, or friendship, as they apparently do to everyone else. No, their crimson captivates me, the color of blood. They're beautiful, yet they have spines. They dangerous. They're seductive. They remind me of you."
A chill ran down her spine. And that was difficult, considering she was submerged in an almost-boiling tub of water.
Yet the memory continued, successfully torturing her, as it and its colleagues had every day. Every night. Every moment. Ever since him.
"Ha. How many people have you used that line on before, Kagamine?"
A smirk to match her own grazed its way to his smooth, pale lips. "The grand total of Luka Megurine"
A pleased purr escaped her lips. "You know I've always liked you, right?"
His handsome features turned into that hunter-like expression she adored. She felt as if he'd eat her alive. "A point to my side, then"
"But I'm not that easy"
"Oh?" Pride. And how abundant that it was in his tone.
"You'll have to work hard to ever dream of wanting me. Even more if you plan on having me"
"And how can I start?"
A smile. He has fallen into her trap. Even though, she knows it'll be her losing the game—masochism, in its purest definition and example. "Bring me a rose each day."
And not more than thirteen hours later, Luka arrived to find a single red rose on her desk. She smiled. A note was attached to it.
"In exchange, bathe your hair in roses for me."
And so she had. Every day.
Even now.
She got her head out of the water and took a deep breath, smiling lightly as she felt her cheeks sting- they'd been burned by the water. What a masochist you've made me become, Len Kagamine.
She hugged herself, seeking not physical warmth, but emotional. The warmth she really needed, and that not even this scorching bathtub could provide.
She sighed, only to bite her lip. She resisted the urge to scream out.
She hated him.
But she couldn't hate him.
And that's what made her hate him the most.
She groaned. Loudly.
But, since she couldn't concentrate her hatred on Len, she was left with only one person to center it around. Herself.
Whoopee.
She faintly heard a door open.
She smiled. Whenever it was quiet, it was easier for the memories to take her over, and it now appeared as if the silence was about to come to an end for the day.
"Luka?" she heard a honey-sweet, guttural voice ask.
It wasn't the voice she wanted—the voice she needed—, but it would have to do.
"Here." she called back.
Footsteps. She measured their tempo so as to distract herself.
"May I?" the voice repeated. It was just in front of the bathroom's closed, but not locked, door.
She rolled her eyes. Innocent, caring Gakupo… Boring, yet desperate times call for desperate measures.
"If you dare." she managed to seductively whisper.
The door hesitantly slid open.
A long mop of purple hair slowly stepped in the gold-floored, white-tiled bathroom.
If his deliberativeness intended to be flirtatious or was product of yet-to-fade shyness, she wasn't sure. And she didn't truly care either. She could seduce him either way.
In her mind's eye, she smiled. It was now that she understood and knew Len's power, its blinding feeling and its addictive obsessiveness. She liked it, so now she knew not to blame him for his treason.
Now she blamed not him but his pride for her broken heart, somehow still miraculously beating.
"Do I interrupt?"
She smiled, appearing seductive, for appearances had to kept up, if not, where was the fun of it?
"Would you ever."
He raised an eyebrow. Amateur attempt of looking seductive to compete, she concluded. But at least he tried.
She slowly, deliberately much as he'd been before, stood from the tub, letting him admire her figure. She knew she had no plain, out-of-the-bunch body, in fact, she'd successfully temped many with her curves. Yet only one of those who'd fallen, even if momentarily, for her assets truly mattered to her. Ironically he had been the first she'd ever willingly tried to tempt.
As expected, the purplette did not keep his gaze on her deep, blue-gray eyes, so similar in color to a cloud just before a downpour. No, he instead let them wander slowly up and down her body. They ran over each curve and texture, one could even say ogled, at its undeniable beauty.
She smiled, satisfied.
"Are you in the mood for a bath, darling?"
Still, his gaze did not return too her own. She was simply so distracting. He couldn't help but be engrossed at her perfection.
"Are you?" he responded, never sure how to answer her so that it was she who was surprised and not he, for a change.
"Honestly?" she asked aloud, lifting a leg out of the tub then bringing the other until she was completely out. "No."
He chuckled, attempting to appear calm, which Luka made him anything but.
She turned, his back to him, and shamelessly leaned down to pull the cap of the bath.
Heat rose to his cheeks. He couldn't help it. Almost a month with Luka and he still couldn't be used to, much less unaffected by, her appealing ways. Enticing, sometimes they seemed, even.
She turned back to him. "Would you please pass me my towel?"
So he did, reaching out for the deep crimson cloth behind him.
Once in her hands, she proceeded to provocatively dry her legs, wondering how far Gakupo would be able to take it.
Not long, apparently—and not that he could be blamed.
His long, wide hands placed themselves over hers, his bashfulness finally seeming to have melted.
Finally she thought. She knew from experience that Gakupo was timid until he reached a certain point of frustration.
He proceeded to then slowly dry the rest of her body, planting sweet, delicate, almost ethereal kisses as he went.
Luka closed her eyes, trying to savour the moment. Such innocent kisses shouldn't be bestowed upon me. Not only do I not deserve them, but they no longer satisfy me.
Oh, Len, how you've corrupted me, she bitterly—yet strangely without regrets—thought.
He finished with her face, already beyond his self, teasingly kissing her chin, her cheeks, her forehead, her nose.
Irritated already at his deliberateness, she decided—no, needed—to speed things up.
So she grabbed his face by either side and urgently kissed him, their lips finally making contact with the other.
She gasped him in, his too-sweet-for-her taste aroma, pretending it was the spicy elixir she really needed. She held him close, pretending his too-developed-for-her-liking physique was the one her arms ached to hold.
She closed her eyes and inhaled deep, pretending it was someone else, totally different in front of her.
So, what'cha think? Review, please, and remind me to update (I'm prone to forget).
Have a great day!
