Watermelon Flavored Kisses
If I did own S-CRY-ED, there would be no Urizane fanfiction.
Semi-drabble. x amount of words.
In this room the sweetness pervades. Pink flesh shredded between small white teeth and its cool reddish juice dribbling down his chin in a wet line. Watermelon rhines scattered the floor and his bed like the prow of miniature green ships- seeds plucked and spit into some place. He lies back on his bed with his shirt pulled up around his armpits and his belly fat big and round and shining. Shining. He'd gotten sun on his stomach, sun on his cheeks. Burned. Sore and flaking red. Soon he will be bronze and dark.
"I'm fat and I love you."
He was large. She didn't look at him with her eyes. That was how he would have said it to her though- if he had the man enough in him to tell her something.
Yes. Even Urizane loved. Someone.
A girl. A small girl, with blue hair and bluer eyes. She would lean on her elbows and smile. She would flip her hair or wave her hand. She would sigh. And she would speak. But she never looked at him.
Those baby blues belonged to another man. A man that wouldn't claim them. She spoke sometimes when she moved, but she spoke at him, never to him. Her whole heart was reserved for someone else.
Attention attention attention. What he wouldn't give to touch her just one time, to make her wet with watermelon flavored kisses. But he'd feel so perverted. So bad and so sick for just touching her once. Like a man that touches a beautiful child. The little girl who saves herself for one man and wouldn't give herself away.
But as he folds his hands on his round stomach and chews a black seed between his teeth he thinks that Cherise Adjani, the way she looks and held on to his arm that once, is just the best . He still remembers her fingers on his arm. Folding around the extra skin. His big arm and her little feminine fingers.
Glitter polish in violet blue sparkle. Chipped with her teeth. She bites her nails. He knows so much about this girl, his girl. Nobody's girl.
And through the thick pink sweetness of the room, he still smells her baby-powder and nighttime scent on the wind.
Suffocating.