Note: This will not be continued. I do like the premise.
Disclaimer: I do not own Fatal Frame III, or its characters. I just toy with them for my own amusement.
Heartbreak
The room was dark, the shadows pits of black against a dull grey. The only light came from the moon outside the open window, from which a breeze blew and chilled the inhabitants of the room. Somewhere far off, a clock struck midnight.
"Miku," Kei's voice shook and broke piteously as he clutched for the young woman's shoulders, "Miku, I…"
She turned her face away from him and shrugged off his hold, two hands pressing against his chest and pushing him hard against the floor. He struggled halfheartedly as she straddled his waist and lowered herself over him, head hanging above his so that their lips barely brushed.
He could hear her breathing softly, the only noise in the room. Kei went limp in her arms and, just as his arms began to wrap around her small waist, he remembered his resolve and tried to sit up. "Miku," he began again, trying uselessly to push her away. His heart was breaking. "Miku, please, I…"
She ignored him, forcefully snaking her thin arms around his neck, pulling him close for a passionate kiss. The young woman nipped his lower lip and purred deep in her throat, deepening the kiss and pressing herself against him. Kei suppressed a groan and gave in to her advances, one arm curling around the small of her back as the other stroked her hair. In one smooth motion, he gently flipped them over so that she was on her back, staring up at him with those soulful, hungry eyes.
Kei forced his gaze elsewhere as her hands tangled in his dark hair, pulling him down for another kiss.
Everything blurred in a rush of desire and suddenly there were salty tears on trailing down her cheeks, not just hers but his. And Kei let go utterly and completely—it was only when he resurfaced that the young man dared to speak once more.
"Miku," he managed, holding back a gasp as she ran practiced fingers down his chest, "Miku… what's my name?"
The young woman stared up at him, brow drawn, eyes suspicious and confused. She attempted to pull him under again, but Kei was strong this time and swallowed the sorrow rising like bile in his throat.
"Miku, who am I?"
Her small hands gripped his collar and she lunged forwards, arms coiling around his neck. "Mafuyu," she whispered against his lips.
Kei gave a deep, shuddering sigh and turned away, wiping away the tears that always came. Gently, he took her hands in his and returned them to her own lap with a forced smile. With that, the young man stood up and straightened his clothes, his vision blurring horribly. Kei began to stumble out the door, willing all his feelings to vanish and never come back so this could never, ever happen again.
"Mafuyu," Miku called weakly from her position on the floor, sitting up and reaching out to him desperately. Her shirt was undone, her hair a tangled mess of burnt copper turned black in the night. "Mafuyu, come back. I love you!"
Kei's hands tightened into white-knuckled fists at his side, and he silently stepped into the light of the hallway. "I love you too," he whispered to no one, and shut the door, leaving Miku distraught in darkness.