Anata to watashi
Darkened, aged wood lined the misted glass. A greyed mixture of heat and the night-sky becomes one. Tiny rain droplets stain the chilled window making trails through the foggy mess, revealing the black-ink night with white-freckles.
Clothes are scattered throughout the room like a perfectly placed story-book. The air's hot, heavy and filled with comfort, this is their paradise. Their safe haven. Distilled.
Long lashes like fine-silk. An innocent face which is forevermore stone-cold within awaken moments; known as: emotionless, bored and distant to the world.
Delicate pale fingers trace the mature tanned complex face of the man.
His (surprisingly) smooth jawline that feels like it's never grown a hair. Emasculate cheek bones and stern facial structure. Thumbs tingling as they brush against his perfect lush lips that are slightly parted as he sleeps. Moving away long strains of raven-hair from his handsome face, an uncontrollable urge awakens.
Leaning forward two lips connect sending a bursting spark down her spine. Feeling his lashes stir on her cheek she's welcomed with an arm wrapping around her nude thin waist, and deepening of the kiss.
A hitch of her breath gives him an entrance, he takes it and begins the intense tongue-play both enjoy more than they should.
"H-Haru," the nix stutters as the said-man's lips run down her neck and he rolls on top of her body. Two hungry intense blue-eyes look up as he trails further.
A refection of beauty is solid in his orbs—thin face fit with plump lips, narrow cheeks and two feisty red orbs that held wordless conversations with him through many days.
Long ruby locks trace her shoulders and down her form; hair he's tangled his fingers through on many occasions.
Suddenly her two gentle hands grasp his muscular shoulders, pushing her lover from her form.
"I should get ready,"—the statement causes his eyes to wave with fury.
She knows that look: the undesirable want to keep her in place, sadness for the departure, and his wish to have her with him all the time. The red-head despise that look because it causes reality to settle in quicker.
They'd have to leave his bed, dress in loving words and desires. She'll have to fight the urge to stay with him forever and leave her life behind.
"Don't look at me like that," she sighs; sitting up her long locks cover her nude breast.
His eyes linger over her perfection; the blankets fall from his body to reveal the godly-sight of his muscles—one's that make her droll every time. Arms pull her closer into an embrace. A warm blanket of comfort washes over her body in his hold, a regular feeling when with the blue-eyed man. The feeling she adores.
Haru's tongue burns with desire to beg her not to go, but after months of doing so, he stopped. It'd only start another conversation about the possibilities, one's he used to be afraid of. Now, she's all that matters.
"Kou," he whispers into her hair; she perks with a hum in response, "I'm in love with you."
Her body tense from the confession—words she's wanted to hear for month's now. Pressing an ear against his chest she listens to his racing heart—knowing his face is emotionless and composed.
"I love you too, Haru," Kou softly grins.
Haruka Nanase: the man she loves, wants a future with a family and marriage. Her brother's best-friend (one of the many). Her secret lover and addiction.
Haruka Nanase is her love affair.
He is her boyfriend's best-friend.
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The car door clicks as she sits in the driver-seat, two brown bags of groceries in the back—an excuse.
Kou's orbs look to her phone for the fifth-time since leaving Haru's. The screen only hold messages from her lover—none are sent from her "boyfriend". Her heart sinks for the silence, she couldn't understand it.
The man she's been with for four-years, one whom she lives and goes home to, barely shows her any affection.
At first she knew, with all her heart and soul, she was in love with him. They spoke of marriage and kids—but, four-years have pass and nothing. He barely touches her form which caused everything to begin.
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Eyes hooded in disappointment and betrayal glow from the television screen. The red-head feels fooled; a mere joke.
The feeling continues to grow once the screen flashes black and the faint sight of near-dead candle sticks glowing on the table burns her eyes. Tears roll down her cheeks and onto her baggy-pants.
Today of all days; her birthday and their four-year anniversary.
Perhaps it's the celebration of her first breath, but being forgotten feels worse today. She knew no matter his excuse, she wouldn't forget nor forgive. He'll probably blame work like he has for the last three months, but no amount of work would prevent him from sending one text message or call her for 30 seconds.
Everyone has contacted her: family, close friends and co-workers, even her brother who she barely speak to.
Closing her eyes she sighs and turns off the television before looking at her phone once more, hoping to see a reply or a missed phone-call—yet, there is nothing. The time blurs in her ruby-orbs—ll:58 pm.
Standing from the couch she begin towards the table; leaning down the warm-light of the candle-flame flickers on her flesh. Holding a little air in her lungs, she goes to blow the flame to amber only to stop; a stern knock echoes the apartment.
Confused she walks towards the door and peers through the peek-hole. Deep down she hoped it was her boyfriend—maybe he forgot his key and was rushing home to see her, or perhaps his phone died at work and he suddenly realized the time causing him to rush home without his key. But, her eyes meet a bright-blue, one's she knows well and enjoys to stare into from time-to-time.
"Haru-kun!" she exclaims with a quick swing of the door.
He stood, the man she's known for years and has (recently) confide in, standing in the hallway with a pink cake lite with candles.
"Make a wish," he says blankly; grinning she leans down and blows the candles. "11:59 PM" he states; she's shocked, "Happy Birthday."
This is how we began.
Allowing her visitor into the apartment, Kou feels her chest become warm with joy and happiness. For the last few months, since they've started talking daily, he's had that effect on her body—a feeling that vanished nearly two years ago.
His eyes linger over the apartment, noting the dying candles, cold dinner and silence in the atmosphere, he could feel the disappointment and sorrow for being forgotten—it's replaced the once happy and loving aura the two used to give-off. Haru's slightly relieved for the change.
Truth be told, Haru had been attracted to the woman for years, since High-school but could never act upon it. Once she started dating her current boyfriend he thought the obsession would disappear but, he was absolutely wrong—it got worse.
Sitting down on the barstool his eyes examine her delicate hand cutting the cake.
"You didn't," she gasps for the inside. "How did you—Haru—ah, thank you!"
Launching herself into his arms, she snuggles into his touch. It was worth it—the trip from Tokyo back to their hometown for her favorite cake, one she's missed since moving to the city.
"You're worth the trip," he says into her locks.
"Huh?" Kou blinks while pulling away. "Haru-kun," she giggles; beneath his emotionless appearance his heart is racing and chest tightening for her sweet laughter. Her eyes linger on his face as she continues to laugh for the smeared pink-icing on his cheek. Without thought she uses a finger to remove the icing and sucking it clean.
He watches her cheerful expression, luscious lips moving with the sugar. A thought of his best-friend pops into his mind, but vanishes with the irritated thought of: 'you were warned—warned that I'd take her away if you let your guard down.'
Their lips met, shocking Kou but gradually she relaxes for the honey-taste of his mouth.
Moving in sync the kiss is heated with passion and desire—an extreme desire she's never felt before in her life.
Arms wrap around her waistline pulling her close. The swirling flavor of strawberry mixes with his as things become hot. Roughly he lifts and rest her on the counter, hands running down her sides and to her legs pushing them apart. Skillfully he rest himself between her thighs, lips still locked with hers as the red-heads hands clench the back of his shirt for dear-life.
Breaking the kiss briefly, she removes his shirt and tosses it onto the floor away from their bodies.
Something sowrong felt right, and for once in two years she felt loved.
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Leaning back into the driver-seat, eyes blurred with tears and hand clenching the phone; Kou bites her lip.
Four months—has it been less or longer? She doesn't know; when it comes to Haru it feels like the world is moving too fast and against them. There's never enough time with him—she could never explain why to anyone, even Chigusa, her only friend who knows of her affair with Haru and the current state of her relationship. According to her best-friend, she should break-up with her boyfriend and live with Haru, but, it wasn't that simple.
Yes, she could leave but, what would happen to their friendship? Haru has been friends with him since they were kids. They swam together, knew each-other's secrets and past misfortunes. How could she live knowing she destroyed a life-time of friendship?
No matter how many times Haru would tell her he didn't care—he just wants her and nothing more; she couldn't listen, because she knew the truth. Kou knows Haru better than he knows himself. Right now, she's all he needs and wants, but in the future—one day—he'll need his best-friend more than he ever needs her. Kou can understand him, knowing his every thought, but at the end-of-the-day she'll never understand him like another man… like his best-friend.
She could dump her boyfriend and live on her own, secretly seeing Haru and then after time has pass announce that they're together. But, every time she mentions that plan/idea, Haru replies with the same answer: "I'd rather have a reason to not have you, then to pretend we're not together."
For a man of little words, he's persistent and blunt as a can be.
That's the thing: blunt, quiet, emotionless, hard-to-read, unpredictable, water-obsessed and rude (at times). Haru is all those things.
He doesn't know how to cook anything besides fish, rice, pineapple and a few other dishes. Picking fights with him is possible, because he always wins without opening his mouth. His temper can get the best of him at times, and he doesn't understand others easily.
All of these things and flaws are traits she told herself she'd never put-up with. She'd never fall in love with someone like this.
But yet… everyday… every-time, she hast to leave his side her heartaches more than it did the-day-before. Whenever they try to break their love-affair off, she comes running back within a time-spanned of two-hours, because she misses his single-word messages and the sound of his breath whenever they run out of things to talk about on the phone. Everything around Kou reminds her of how much she loves someone she should hate.
Yet, there are times—times where she could never imagine a flaw to the water-obsessed male. God knows how many times she's played witness to his rare smiles or extremely angelic laughter. There are things about Haru which belong to angels—things that only cause her to love him more. Like how his face scrunches together whenever he "accidently" eats clams—the stubborn long bangs that cover his eyes—his ability to push her beyond her boundaries and into an uncomfortable zone. He changes people, like her brother, boyfriend and friends—but, more importantly, he changes her.
Her mind is scattered as she pulls out of the grocery-stores parking-lot with the buzzing of her phone on the seat. She stops at the red-light and answers the device, pressing it against her ear as the Bluetooth connects.
"Moshi-Moshi!" she replies, placing the phone in the cup-holder and both hands on the wheel.
"Where?" the rustic and addictive voice whispers through the phone—she smiles gently for the one-word question—Haru's trademark.
At first it annoyed her to the core—made her furious because she could never finish his questions or understand what he's saying, not to mention how demanding it sounds. But, over time, she got used to it and learned how Haru ticks.
"I'm right outside Yui Market," she giggles. "Do you miss me already?"
He sighs heavily, rubbing his eyes roughly. "Please come back."
"Haru," she whispers while pressing on the gas. "We both know I can—"
"I don't care anymore," Haru's angry growl interrupts, "… I just want to wake-up and sleep with you in my arms. I know you think I need him, but… I need you more and that's forever—"
"You're best-friends. You need someone who understands you—"
"I have your brother, Rei, Nagisa—heck, I'll even start socializing more if you want," a smug grin appears on her face for the suggestion.
"That would be a sight," Kou giggles; the vehicle stops at a light. "You suck at socializing, Haruka Nanase."
"I know," his voice deepens," but, I'd do anything for you, Kou Matusoka."
Car's rush across in front of her as her cheeks flush pink—it's that feeling again, the one that only Haru can make her feel. She adores such a feeling.
A long pregnant pause echoes the car between the two. The light turns green.
"I love you, Kou," Haru whispers.
A smile spreads on her lips for those words. She opens her mouth to reply, but bright lights from the passenger-side bore into her car.
Glass shatters—sparks scrap from the metal—the vehicle rolls and flips, slamming into another.
All goes black.
Anata to watashi: You and I
This just an idea that's been sitting on my laptop for a while. I will probably place a bunch of ideas on this form.
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