Title: Raincoat
Author: Libro Matto
Author's Note: Originally written for my enjoyment, and my soul-sucking depression.
Pairing: Hiruma/Mamori(wet!hirumamo)
Rating: T
Spoilers/Warnings: Shameless use of the word fuck. Only once though.
Word Count: 387, quite a bit.
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There's pitter-patter of rain, everywhere.
Mamori wishes she could say something romantic--something poetic about the rain, but those words are the only ones she can conjure up. A fat drop lands on her scalp and she agonizes.
An umbrella thrusts over her. It's red, like a gum ball.
"God damned manager."
There's a slight growl in his voice, on her.
She wishes she wouldn't breath so hard when he looks at her like that--when he does things like that.
"What's wrong?" he purrs, and she feels even more agony, if possible. She wish she could say something ballsy and un-Mamori. She's stuck though. As stuck as Minamoto-san's foot in the mud.
She's trapped so she says... "Nothing."
...and he just as languidly responds with "Bullshit, you fucking manager."
Mamori wishes he would just believe her, and not read her so well.
"Don't call me that."
They walk, and walk under the gum ball red umbrella. Hiruma closes his eyes, and Mamori can't help but wonder if he memorized the route to her home.
"You're staring."
"Oh, am I?" He glares at her as though to say Yes, you are. She needs to change the subject quick. She glances at the telephone poll almost painted with fliers.
They are getting close.
"I was just wondering how you're treating Sena, that's all."
He looks up and twists the umbrella a little, it spins like a pinwheel. So does her heart.
"I don't torture him...more so than usual." But he tortures her, and today--more so than usual.
They pass Mrs. Higa's garden, and Mamori knows this will end. He and the umbrella will fade like the sun behind clouds.
"Oh." She looks down at her feet, and she feels like with each step she's walking closer and closer into a sand trap.
She likes him, she really does, and she wishes.
She's at her door and fumbling for her key. He reaches for her arm, and there's electricity in his fingers...and his lips as he presses her against the door and kisses her.
The pinwheel spins out of control, and the gum ball red umbrella is in her opposite hand...and he is gone.
She looks closely at it, and wishes for a red raincoat.
She can only hope what just happen wasn't the pitter-patter of her heart.
And that's it?