I do no own Legal Drug. This is a Rikuo point of view it you don't pick that up.
It wasn't a terrible day. No, it was rather nice. I didn't expect it to happen; everything was fine in our relationship. I loved him and he was always there for me. It wasn't even mid afternoon on that bright, sunny, May day when he was gone. I went to the kitchen, right where he's always waiting for me. The kitchen was cool and gleaming; dull in the dim light filtering through the curtains. He was gone and my world crashed.
I stumbled from our apartment onto the stairs. My mind was filled with his deep, rich scent. I couldn't take comfort from the day or the children running and laughing outside. Their sticky fingers only served to remind me of what I'd lost; their bubbling laughter ringing in my ears, taunting me.
Torturously I made my way downstairs to the store; to find him and restore him to my side. Why hadn't I noticed? Slowly I was losing him. My stomach cramped, the pain of losing him squeezing my heart. My mouth watered as I watched a small child licking an ice cream cone slowly melting down her fingers to her hand. All I could think of was the soft, full texture he had against my mouth as I melted with him.
Everywhere I looked I saw him, taunting me as he stood with other people, happy couples, children, strangers. He stood in green and white; red and black; purple, orange and yellow. Never the same, but always the same underneath his clothes with his smooth, creamy, lovely skin for my eyes only. I wanted to steal him away again. He's mine; sweet or bitter.
Head down, eyes crazed, my heart beating faster I looked up to see my salvation. There he was, waiting for me just a few feet more. Stumbling my feet brought me to him. I picked him up and held him close. I could feel him embrace me as I kept myself from tearing off his clothes like a starving animal. No, I had more control than that. I know his cologne but I saw mint and orange as well. My mouth watered, desperate to be alone with him, safe in bed sinking with him into happiness. Snatching him up I walked briskly to the cash register. It was all I could do to control myself.
"Wow, Rikuo trying to clear us out?" the Saiga asked playfully smiling though behind his sunglasses his eyes were teasing.
I ignored him and dug in my pocket for the money. He was just being a pain like he always was.
After paying I retreated. The children, the strangers, he wasn't with them anymore. He was safe, here with me; all his favourite clothes and colognes. I had to get home. I had to have him. I ran.
Our apartment wasn't far from the store being above it. Without him it seemed like it took hours to get downstairs. It was hard to believe it was still only mid afternoon on a lovely day in May. I was home in minutes. Scrambling with my key I fought to open the door. I was so close to having him but a piece of wood and metal kept me from him. Finally, with shaking hands I opened the door. Closing the door behind me I went to our room.
The bed was soft and comforting but he was with me now. With him I was complete. I took him out of the bag and undressed him; the shiny, bronzed wrapper falling from my hand. His smooth, dark skin was so beautiful.
Breaking off a piece I lifted it to my mouth, placing him gently on my tongue I let him melt. The bubbles of happiness blossomed, I felt content. Melting onto my covers as the sweet, rich chocolate melted to coat the inside of my mouth I sighed. I was never going to run out of him again.