Flash of inspiration that couldn't wait until after Golden Phoenix, so it's
coming out now, and I may to another chapter, I don't know depends how it
goes. Anyway I'm dedicating this to Anime Fan, just because she is so
loyal! She's been there from the beginning, right from chapter one of
'Week' and I feel so ashamed for never mentioning her. So here you go, and
thank you so much. You're amazing!
Hope you enjoy this
Alone
He lay beneath his sheets, believing in a dream that could not be, that would not be. The sun shown through his windows and down onto his features; setting alight his dying hair and a desperate attempt to re-light his lifeless eyes. His paled skin looked warm and giving for the first time since that unforgiving day that plagued his dreams and memories. No longer did he want it, no longer did he wish to go on.
The slow hesitant creaking of his door signalled the entrance of a trespasser into his sacred space, yet he did not acknowledge them, not having the energy and nor did he want to. He wanted to be alone, as his love had left him. The mattress shifted under the extra weight and his body stiffened under the slow caress of a small hand upon his back. Harshly, he shrugged the hand away and curled further into his cocoon of cotton. He hated it, no one was allowed to touch him; he didn't deserve to be touched.
And yet, he wanted to be held. To have a pair of warm, safe arms wrap around his waist and hold him while a whisper voice spoke loving words into his ear, eliciting a shiver to stroll down his spine. He wanted to ask this figure that lay by his side, but it would mean nothing, he wanted to ask this figure to lie with him, but it would mean nothing, he wanted to be loved by this figure, but it would mean nothing. Everything was nothing unless it was from his love.
He remembered how he had been helped by his love, cared for by his love. How his love would stand tall behind him, their bodies barely touching, but it is enough to loose him in the sensation, and wrap his arms around to cup his hands around his. His words would echo through the room, though all he gave was an airy whisper that left him numb. The ripcord would be pulled loose of the shoot and his blade would race round the dish, mimicking the excitement of his owner.
The grunt that came from the back of his love's throat would excite him further, wondering what it would be like to make him sound that while embraced in his loving hold, he wanted to hear his love groan for him.
The sheets moved up over his face as he felt tears surface and run recklessly down his red raw cheeks. His voice caught in his throat and forced its way to be muffles in between his pursed lips as he tried desperately to hold back the outburst that was willing him to let go. The tears ran down his cheek and down onto the murky pillow below, or into his mouth, the salty droplets stabbing into his soul as rush after rush of painful memories filled his heart. Some feel into his matted and dirtied hair that wrapped round his body, like the arms that he so wanted to be within.
He didn't want to cry, he wanted to smile and laugh as he did when around his love when he fought back with words against his friend, causing him to boil with rage as his love just graced us with his special smirk. He remembered how when he laughed at his love's comments, he would turn towards him and smile shyly, light blush seeping through those markings upon his cheeks. He felt so light and carefree when that smile was given to him and no one else, it had made him feel wanted.
He wanted to look into his red wine depths once more, to watch those emotions that would not usually slip into existence to rush out and explode before him as he would speak encouraging words with his deep and demanding voice that would have him fall before him if he spoke so. The voice that would flow from his delicate pink slits that shone in the light of the morning sun.
They would always share a room, even when it was a double bed they would share and sleep side by side. And he would stay awake, watching his beauty glow in the dark light as the moon would shine to escape the darkness that wanted to hide away such a beautiful creation. He recalled how he would wait until his love had fallen to sleep and then crawl over and lie inches away from him. Breathing in his features, he would let his hand run across his tightly toned chest and perfect arm and finally rest on his calm face where is fingers would slide across his lips before being replaced by his own lightly pressing lips.
Was it wrong to take what was not his when his love was so defenceless, was it wrong to want more and press his lips against his over and over again, night after night? If it was, then he deserved everything he got. For only those consequences could equal the thrill and excitement his body received from the innocent and simple touch that made his body crave for more, but which he would not be allowed.
The hand of the intruder began to stroke his aged hair that lifted above the sheets. He hated it; no one was allowed to do that except the one he wish was there with him. He remembered when his love would grasp his shoulders and lead him over to the dresser within a short but long lasting dance of elegant steps. He would sit down and let his love run his small and fragile fingers through his once long and silky raven hair before working the long reel of white ribbon around it and holding it together as he would hold him together and keep him from loosing sight of the world. like he had now.
It felt so right to have his fingers lost in the dark caverns that was his hair and let them run across his scalp and the back of his tender neck, where he would stiffen as a shiver would once again run through his entire body. Was is really right for his love to go, for it to end so abruptly, would it have hurt anyone, would it have angered anyone? No, so why?
The hand of the intruder disappeared and the weight shifted off the bed, but he did not hear any footsteps but he could feel the intruder's eyes on him, watching him, daring him to move. Just like his love's eyes had while he had been trying to speak his feelings to this one and the world. It had been so hard for him, he couldn't wait any longer and yet, he didn't want to do it anymore. Yet the relief of letting those three words out was short lived as his love just stared back, his emotionless mask now standing firm before him.
He wanted to disappear; he couldn't stand being before such a gaze after speaking out his deepest darkest secret. Yet his hopes rose when those glowing pink slits of his opened to release the words he had only dreamed about. And they stayed dreams, his love only spoke of how he would need to think about it, but how could you think about love, it was either there or it wasn't. and it wasn't.
A week past, a month past, and the tournaments past and it was time to leave and return home. His love knew he was still waiting, but still nothing came, through the couch journey, through waiting at the airport, through boarding the plane, nothing came, and that's where he lost him. To never meet again. His love would never come to meetings, never to training sessions, never to small tournaments and never to come and spend time with his so-called friends and love to be.
He has never seen his love since that day and since then, this bed has been his salvation, hiding him from the world and their pity, hiding him from the rejection he no longer wanted to feel, hiding away the feelings he held deep within him.
The footsteps came and faded away. The door creaked open again and the footsteps returned, leaving the room, leaving him alone and unloved, leaving him to himself. The door closed and he was left by himself again, alone once more as he was everyday. The covers came down and collapsed onto his lap as he sat up and looked out the window as the last rays of light disappeared and brought the cold of the night. He was the day and his love was the night, two forces that could never be together without destroying the world. They could never be together and it hurt to realise that.
He looked around the room through his blood shot slits, slowly; not really caring about what his body was doing. His golden eyes shone with renewed light as they settled on the table next to the bed. Upon the table lay a piece of folded paper. He was hesitant to pick it up, not understanding why it was there and not knowing what it would hold.
His weak shaky hand pulled the piece of paper in front of his golden eyes to allow it to read the note. After reading it, his hands shook further and his eyes watered as he dropped the piece of paper to the floor, shock being all that could hold him together now. He wanted to move but he couldn't, he needed to move but he couldn't. Why was this happening to him?
Suddenly the strength within his aching heart brought him the courage to take those steps he needed to take. The sheets came away and his thin pale legs stumbled to find their way to the floor, but his determination would not let him falter, not now. He rose from his bed, shoulders back, head held high and marched to the door. then stopped.
He couldn't move, he didn't want to, but he wanted to. He was so confused; he didn't know what to do. He jumped back as the door opened with its usual hesitant creak. His golden eyes widened in pure shock at his love standing before him, a smile on his painted face and a gleam in his red wine depths.
He stepped back as his love came forward and stood before him. He continued to step back until his back hit the wall, but his love still came closer and closer, until the breathes distance of their lips was sealed and they held their loving kiss in perfect bliss, arms wrapping around each other, keeping the other warm, safe and wanted.
He was on fire, this kiss was unlike any he'd shared with his love while he slept; it was alive and passionate, lips crushed on lips as they try to show their entire devotion to one another through such a simple act. Their separation was unbearable for him; he didn't want to let him go, not again. They stay in each other's embrace as they enjoy the company of the other.
"Why? Why did you take so long?"
"I was afraid, I didn't know what to do. I was a fool."
"I thought you hated me."
"I don't hate you. I love you, Kitten."
"Oh Kai, I love you too."
There, if you want me to do one in Kai's pov then say, coz if enough pps want m to I will. Thank you for reading and please review.
Thanks again Anime Fan
Bye de Bye
Hope you enjoy this
Alone
He lay beneath his sheets, believing in a dream that could not be, that would not be. The sun shown through his windows and down onto his features; setting alight his dying hair and a desperate attempt to re-light his lifeless eyes. His paled skin looked warm and giving for the first time since that unforgiving day that plagued his dreams and memories. No longer did he want it, no longer did he wish to go on.
The slow hesitant creaking of his door signalled the entrance of a trespasser into his sacred space, yet he did not acknowledge them, not having the energy and nor did he want to. He wanted to be alone, as his love had left him. The mattress shifted under the extra weight and his body stiffened under the slow caress of a small hand upon his back. Harshly, he shrugged the hand away and curled further into his cocoon of cotton. He hated it, no one was allowed to touch him; he didn't deserve to be touched.
And yet, he wanted to be held. To have a pair of warm, safe arms wrap around his waist and hold him while a whisper voice spoke loving words into his ear, eliciting a shiver to stroll down his spine. He wanted to ask this figure that lay by his side, but it would mean nothing, he wanted to ask this figure to lie with him, but it would mean nothing, he wanted to be loved by this figure, but it would mean nothing. Everything was nothing unless it was from his love.
He remembered how he had been helped by his love, cared for by his love. How his love would stand tall behind him, their bodies barely touching, but it is enough to loose him in the sensation, and wrap his arms around to cup his hands around his. His words would echo through the room, though all he gave was an airy whisper that left him numb. The ripcord would be pulled loose of the shoot and his blade would race round the dish, mimicking the excitement of his owner.
The grunt that came from the back of his love's throat would excite him further, wondering what it would be like to make him sound that while embraced in his loving hold, he wanted to hear his love groan for him.
The sheets moved up over his face as he felt tears surface and run recklessly down his red raw cheeks. His voice caught in his throat and forced its way to be muffles in between his pursed lips as he tried desperately to hold back the outburst that was willing him to let go. The tears ran down his cheek and down onto the murky pillow below, or into his mouth, the salty droplets stabbing into his soul as rush after rush of painful memories filled his heart. Some feel into his matted and dirtied hair that wrapped round his body, like the arms that he so wanted to be within.
He didn't want to cry, he wanted to smile and laugh as he did when around his love when he fought back with words against his friend, causing him to boil with rage as his love just graced us with his special smirk. He remembered how when he laughed at his love's comments, he would turn towards him and smile shyly, light blush seeping through those markings upon his cheeks. He felt so light and carefree when that smile was given to him and no one else, it had made him feel wanted.
He wanted to look into his red wine depths once more, to watch those emotions that would not usually slip into existence to rush out and explode before him as he would speak encouraging words with his deep and demanding voice that would have him fall before him if he spoke so. The voice that would flow from his delicate pink slits that shone in the light of the morning sun.
They would always share a room, even when it was a double bed they would share and sleep side by side. And he would stay awake, watching his beauty glow in the dark light as the moon would shine to escape the darkness that wanted to hide away such a beautiful creation. He recalled how he would wait until his love had fallen to sleep and then crawl over and lie inches away from him. Breathing in his features, he would let his hand run across his tightly toned chest and perfect arm and finally rest on his calm face where is fingers would slide across his lips before being replaced by his own lightly pressing lips.
Was it wrong to take what was not his when his love was so defenceless, was it wrong to want more and press his lips against his over and over again, night after night? If it was, then he deserved everything he got. For only those consequences could equal the thrill and excitement his body received from the innocent and simple touch that made his body crave for more, but which he would not be allowed.
The hand of the intruder began to stroke his aged hair that lifted above the sheets. He hated it; no one was allowed to do that except the one he wish was there with him. He remembered when his love would grasp his shoulders and lead him over to the dresser within a short but long lasting dance of elegant steps. He would sit down and let his love run his small and fragile fingers through his once long and silky raven hair before working the long reel of white ribbon around it and holding it together as he would hold him together and keep him from loosing sight of the world. like he had now.
It felt so right to have his fingers lost in the dark caverns that was his hair and let them run across his scalp and the back of his tender neck, where he would stiffen as a shiver would once again run through his entire body. Was is really right for his love to go, for it to end so abruptly, would it have hurt anyone, would it have angered anyone? No, so why?
The hand of the intruder disappeared and the weight shifted off the bed, but he did not hear any footsteps but he could feel the intruder's eyes on him, watching him, daring him to move. Just like his love's eyes had while he had been trying to speak his feelings to this one and the world. It had been so hard for him, he couldn't wait any longer and yet, he didn't want to do it anymore. Yet the relief of letting those three words out was short lived as his love just stared back, his emotionless mask now standing firm before him.
He wanted to disappear; he couldn't stand being before such a gaze after speaking out his deepest darkest secret. Yet his hopes rose when those glowing pink slits of his opened to release the words he had only dreamed about. And they stayed dreams, his love only spoke of how he would need to think about it, but how could you think about love, it was either there or it wasn't. and it wasn't.
A week past, a month past, and the tournaments past and it was time to leave and return home. His love knew he was still waiting, but still nothing came, through the couch journey, through waiting at the airport, through boarding the plane, nothing came, and that's where he lost him. To never meet again. His love would never come to meetings, never to training sessions, never to small tournaments and never to come and spend time with his so-called friends and love to be.
He has never seen his love since that day and since then, this bed has been his salvation, hiding him from the world and their pity, hiding him from the rejection he no longer wanted to feel, hiding away the feelings he held deep within him.
The footsteps came and faded away. The door creaked open again and the footsteps returned, leaving the room, leaving him alone and unloved, leaving him to himself. The door closed and he was left by himself again, alone once more as he was everyday. The covers came down and collapsed onto his lap as he sat up and looked out the window as the last rays of light disappeared and brought the cold of the night. He was the day and his love was the night, two forces that could never be together without destroying the world. They could never be together and it hurt to realise that.
He looked around the room through his blood shot slits, slowly; not really caring about what his body was doing. His golden eyes shone with renewed light as they settled on the table next to the bed. Upon the table lay a piece of folded paper. He was hesitant to pick it up, not understanding why it was there and not knowing what it would hold.
His weak shaky hand pulled the piece of paper in front of his golden eyes to allow it to read the note. After reading it, his hands shook further and his eyes watered as he dropped the piece of paper to the floor, shock being all that could hold him together now. He wanted to move but he couldn't, he needed to move but he couldn't. Why was this happening to him?
Suddenly the strength within his aching heart brought him the courage to take those steps he needed to take. The sheets came away and his thin pale legs stumbled to find their way to the floor, but his determination would not let him falter, not now. He rose from his bed, shoulders back, head held high and marched to the door. then stopped.
He couldn't move, he didn't want to, but he wanted to. He was so confused; he didn't know what to do. He jumped back as the door opened with its usual hesitant creak. His golden eyes widened in pure shock at his love standing before him, a smile on his painted face and a gleam in his red wine depths.
He stepped back as his love came forward and stood before him. He continued to step back until his back hit the wall, but his love still came closer and closer, until the breathes distance of their lips was sealed and they held their loving kiss in perfect bliss, arms wrapping around each other, keeping the other warm, safe and wanted.
He was on fire, this kiss was unlike any he'd shared with his love while he slept; it was alive and passionate, lips crushed on lips as they try to show their entire devotion to one another through such a simple act. Their separation was unbearable for him; he didn't want to let him go, not again. They stay in each other's embrace as they enjoy the company of the other.
"Why? Why did you take so long?"
"I was afraid, I didn't know what to do. I was a fool."
"I thought you hated me."
"I don't hate you. I love you, Kitten."
"Oh Kai, I love you too."
There, if you want me to do one in Kai's pov then say, coz if enough pps want m to I will. Thank you for reading and please review.
Thanks again Anime Fan
Bye de Bye