Bittersweet Toxic, chapter 1
Maho: Hi again! I decided that while I was procrastinating on A Weekly Splash of Romance I would write this. It took all of my muses' energy to make this so please go easy on me. Don't think I hate Ichigo at the start. I love her. But read Kashinos POV first and then you'll understand Ichigos. Oh yes, and this takes place when they are 21. I don't really like this one though.
Kashino's POV
I looked at her. My one true love that I could never let go, my darling, Ichigo. She smiles at me so innocently. Who knew a girl that was so oblivious and clumsy could be a devil in sheeps clothing.
She melts into my arms as we stand beside my bed, both of us, breathing softly. She intoxicates me with compliments, drowning me in self-satisfaction. She lathers me in luke-warm affection, enticing me to come back for more.
She pulls away, breathing quietly and steadily, to gaze into my eyes. Chocolate orbs meet slowly melting honey colored ones as we stare silently. Mouthed confessions are made.
Things thought yet not dared to be said.
Ichigo's POV
He looks at me. I love him and I can't let him suffer. I smile at him reassuringly. I'm not worth his time. I try to make him realize it by acting like a fake. A devil in sheeps clothing.
I slowly glide into his arms, inhaling his warm, sweet scent. I gently coo praising words into his ears, breathing ever so lightly.
I pull away slowly, and look straight into his eyes.
Look at me now, Kashino. Look at me. I'm a fake. Look at my guilty eyes. Look at all the lies. Leave me. Yell at me. Get angry with me. I'm not worth your time.
I can't do this to you. You'll finally understand tomorrow. I'm so sorry. But, I'm simply not worth you. So I will leave, and try not to put shame onto your family.
Kashino's POV
The next day I woke up feeling horrible and drowsy. She called me on my cellphone, her voice sounded different. Barriers, was the first thing I thought of. Hiding.
I walked into my living room, trying to figure out this puzzle of a wonderful girl. Deep in thought, I took out the mail from my mail slot, shuffling through it as if I was disoriented.
I stopped for one letter. Amano Ichigo.
A look of love appearing on my face, I open the letter with a smile.
My eyes scan the ribbon adorned paper and widen. I drop the card. Then, slowly realizing the bitter truth, I put on a forced, painful half-smile.
"Makoto Kashino, you are invited to the Satsuki-Amano wedding tomorrow."
I hate that I love you so much.
Maho: Was that okay? I dunno... I feel sort of luke-warm for this one. I could've done better but oh well. Reviews are appreaciated.