Don't search for heaven and hell in the future. Both are not present. Whenever we manage to love without expectations, calculations, negotiations, we are indeed in heaven. Whenever we fight, hate, we are in hell. –Shams Tabrizi
The dark room was lit by the light of Miki's cell phone as she continued to check through her Nonstagram page and reply to comments from her MIKI Diary. Smiling slightly, she started when a quick, black flash flew up her window. Pulling back her blankets, she stepped onto the soft carpet and opened her balcony doors and peaked outside.
"MIKI!" a gruff voiced exploded; an upside down masculine face filled her vision. Gasping Miki stepped back startled.
"You're awake." Akira stated softer, staring at her expectedly.
"Akira, Are you a ninja now?" she joked softly smiling.
He gave a grunt and closed his eyes.
"Using the door would wake everyone up." He grit out through clenched teeth as he forced his eyes closed. Ignoring his strange behavior, Miki continued.
"Akira, you've changed since that Ryo came. Going out is fine, but my parents will worry if it's this late." She glanced back to his face reproachfully. He flipped off his balcony and landed on hers, slowly standing up.
"Let me know if you need anything. We're family." She smiled softly at him. When he didn't respond she leaned in closer and tried to get a look at his face since it was dark outside. She gasped softly and stepped back when she noticed a red glow surrounding his eyes and dark lines spreading from his eyes becoming more pronounced as the seconds ticked by.
Why does that look familiar?
"Akira? Are you okay? What's wrong? Did that Ryo guy give you drugs or something?" Miki accused as she put both hands on his cheeks and pulled him slightly closer. She could feel his body shaking and hear his soft pants as he continued to gaze at her with unseeing eyes.
"Come on, you need to sit down, you look like you might fall over." Miki led him into her room towards her bed.
Before she could even process what was happening, surprisingly soft, desperate lips crashed against her own. Strong arms wrapped around her waist and pulled her closer in their warm embrace, her arms rested against a hard, muscular chest she could feel through the thin cloth.
Familiar, this feels familiar. A brief flash of a dream, or maybe a memory tore through her mind.
"You got soft as a human. You can't kill this girl, can you?" Was she saying that? Who was the strange demonic creature above her? She couldn't move her arms, the male creature had them pinned behind her, on a roof? She struggled to move, or was it her? The male leaned down and pulled her into a rough kiss. She could feel herself gagging; something was coming out of her chest, through her throat. It was slimy and disgusting. Finally, it came out in all a rush and into the male's mouth. Exhausted, she fell back and landed on her side, too tired to move her limbs or eyelids to see what had come out of her.
Brief silence followed until a male voice spoke.
"The only fool here is you." A graveling voice spoke and continued.
"You didn't realize you jumped into hell itself!"
A burst of heat flared across her body and warmed her pleasantly while a desperate voice cried out in agony.
"How's that, Gelmer? What does it feel like to boil away?" a dark voice cried out satisfaction.
"Stop! Please, stop!" this Gelmer cried out.
Desperate to open her eyes to see what was happening, she continued to listen intently.
"You're scrawny without any fluid."
Fluid? What does that have to do with anything? She thought confusedly
Loud, stomping footsteps echoed across the surface she was laid out on accompanied by light whimpering.
A loud bang echoed and a light scuffle sounded behind her.
"Forgive me! I won't tell anyone about you! Please!" a loud crunching noise followed.
"I'm not gonna make a deal with a devil." The gravelly voice said called out as the ripping noise continued until it was followed by manic laughter. Silence followed for but a few moments until she heard someone running toward her.
"Miki, I'm sorry I dragged you into this." A soft, familiar voice spoke.
Akira? Why is Akira here? Where did that male creature go?
Strong arms lifted her body off the ground and cradled her to a warm chest.
She blacked out and came to she figured sometime later.
A loud gunshot startled her out of her drifting.
"He's human!" Akira cried out
"So what?" an emotionless voice answered.
"No one can know your secret." The voice continued
"We can't let anyone see us."
"No way." Akira whispered in disbelief
"Ryo." Akira cried softly, she could feel tears dripping on her chest.
"This isn't just your problem. You and I, we share each other's fate." The sound of a gun being cocked echoed through the room.
She could feel her body being whipped around and Akira's arms tightened around her.
"Put it down." He growled out.
"Akira!" this Ryo yelled out in annoyance.
Deep growling vibrated from Akira's chest as she felt herself being propelled forward. The rapid rush forward was halted by loud crunch noise and brief silence.
"There's a chance she knows our secret!" Ryo yelled out.
"Choose Akira. Either live with me…or die with her."
Akira continued to growl at Ryo, the smell blood filled the air above her.
The standstill was halted by the sound of a soft ringtone jingle.
"It's your phone. It's your mother's ringtone. I set it as that." Ryo said.
She felt Akira relax slightly, turn and start walking. Her mind shut down again.
Gasping from the vision, Miki opened her eyes and gazed into Akira's and gasped into the kiss when she saw the same eyes staring back at her from her memory on the roof.
Not a dream. I asked him if he saved me from something and he joked that it was a dream. To protect me from this Ryo? He's still shaking though, and I can see sweat on his brow.
She broke away from the kiss and Akira gave a soft growl and trailed his nose down to her neck where he nibbled on her flesh softly. She almost moaned in pleasure.
"Akira? What's going on? We shouldn't be doing this." Miki said breathlessly, trying to gain his attention.
He seemed wild to her in that moment, nothing like the kind, little boy she grew up with. His arms tightened around her and he ground his body into hers. She could feel his erection straining through his shorts. Blushing, Mika tried to pull away but he wouldn't budge. She was starting to panic at his erratic behavior.
"Akira, you're scaring me." She gasped out softly. All at once, she felt his whole body freeze to her soft confession. Abruptly, he jerked away from her and slammed into the wall next to her bed. He covered his face and groaned before sliding down the wall to fall in a heap on the floor. His long legs stretched out. Trying to look away from his obvious discomfort, she tip-toed closer.
"Don't, I can smell you. I can't concentrate when you're too close." Akira grunted out through his hands.
"What's happening Akira? What's wrong? Why are you acting like this?" Miki asked softly, keeping her distance. He continued breathing in silence.
"Is it because of what happened at the photoshoot?" Miki asked tentatively. He seemed to stop breathing the instant the question left her lips.
"What do you mean, the photoshoot?" he asked softly, face still covered.
"It's okay Akira; I know it wasn't a dream. You might not be able to see yourself right now, but you look just like the male creature that saved me from drowning. Well, maybe not drowning, but something was inside of me right? I could feel it crawling around in me." Miki shuddered. She watched Akira expectedly when he pulled his hands away from his face to look at her with the same menacing eyes that she saw that night. The strange lines descended from his eyes almost like tears, and ruby red irises glowed in dark room. She inched closer trying to see more of his face in the dark light of the room.
Akira groaned softly and turned away slightly, as if the sight of her hurt him somehow.
"Akira? What's going on? Please tell me, maybe I can help." She asked desperately.
"Hot." He moaned.
"Everything is hot Miki; I don't know what to do. I tried killing demons, but it won't stop." His quiet panting resumed.
"What won't stop?" she asked.
"The heat, its racing through my blood. Miki, I can see through your clothes and then I'm on fire. I want to do things to you that I shouldn't, but I can't control myself. I need to get away from you, but I'm too intoxicated by your scent to move." He wrapped his arms around his middle and tucked his legs in, as if to try and hold himself together.
"Akira, always coming to my rescue." Miki said amusedly. She finally ignored his pleas and walked over to him to sit next to him on the wall. Her arms wound around his head and pulled him to her shoulder.
"It's okay Akira, I trust you." She said quietly when his body became stiff as stone.
"Now, tell me what happened when you went with your friend Ryo." Miki demanded softly as she stroked his soft hair.
Continue?