The Absurd
"It's too cloudy tonight. I can't see a single star." Kakesu whispered half-heartedly, his hand giving Shin's a gentle squeeze.
"I don't mind, honestly. I think it's pleasant."
Shin gently pressed a hand against Kakesu's chest, huddling close. The moon was dim, but full, pressing light through the clouds as if they were some kind of grill. Dark clouds were pulled across the sky by the wind, separating and amalgamating unseen in the dark night sky. A sliver of gentle moonlight exposed two sets of entwined fingers, and a thin tail, drooped around Kakesu's leg. A book perched on his lap read The Outsider, whilst the pages fluttered in a gentle flurry, humming softly against their bindings.
Shin felt a hand slide against his cheek, and he looked up to see a pair of glistening blue eyes staring down at him. It was almost unsettling at first, scraps of light flooding into them and filling them with some impenetrable, inexplicable haze, yet there was a tenderness behind it, and this put him at ease. Kakesu smiled gently down at the dark cat, whose shirt was ruffled and loose around his neck. He pulled at a pointed collar and straightened it out; it perched on his shoulder. The top few buttons hung freely, exposing a gentle thatch of soft, dark fur. His clouded, grey eyes, hidden in the dark, stared back with a puzzling expression.
"What is it?" he murmured, glancing away towards the window and taking in a breeze of delicate air.
"N-nothing…" Kakesu mumbled back, pressing the slightest of kisses to Shin's forehead. "You just… look somewhat beautiful in this light."
Shin swallowed slightly, and gave Kakesu's hand a weak squeeze. "You call me that a lot… I will never get used to it…"
Kakesu pressed his nose to Shin's cheek, cooing softly into his ear. The dark cat was putty in his hands, as he always was. Shin's head turned towards him, taken aback slightly by the closing distance between them. Their lips hovered close, an invisible electricity bridging them and tugging them together. They met silently, and a hoard of emotions coursed through the both of them, powered by an overwhelming sense of unity and passion. The physicality of the kiss was simple, skin touching skin, much like a handshake, but there was a world of sincerity and love running underneath, causing shivers to run down Shin's spine. Their lips separated slowly, and Kakesu pulled the book into his field of vision.
"Meursault wouldn't have understood this at all, right? I'm not sure I could live like that." Kakesu muttered, while Shin nodded slowly.
"I used to relate to that character, though. Before you came back to Waterfront." Shin pointed to a passage in the book. "Especially this scene here." The passage described Meursault screaming his philosophy at a priest, over the material, physical nature of life, rejecting spirituality and emotion. "I suppose Camus is telling us to stop wasting our time with this non-existent emotive stuff. We only have a little time to live, and we need to make the most of it."
"Hmmm…" Kakesu paused. "Maybe, but I've always thought he was trying to say that, no matter whether we are emotional people or not, we should try to live life to the fullest, and do what we love. As long as I have what I love, I'm happy." He smiled, and set the book aside.
"I never really felt that optimistic about Camus, I suppose. His work always struck me as quite bleak." Shin sighed. "But I see where you're coming from. I like that." A rare smile played on his lips, a subtle display of affection.
Kakesu considered his idea, for a second, then moved his lips towards Shin's ear. "I love you. I'm happy." This pulled an adorable noise from Shin, and Kakesu smiled. "Thank you for reading this to me, Shin. I enjoyed it." He gently stroked along the arch of Shin's back and gave him another of the sweetest of kisses, and, under a beam of moonlight, they held each other close, wrapped up in a bundle near the window.