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I do not own Gundam Seed or its sequel, Gundam Seed Destiny.
Theme: a kiss – descriptive insight
Title: Stolen Kiss
Summary: One fateful evening, he came and stole a kiss.
It was a seemingly calm evening.
The cascading leaves left to welcome the coming winter. The waves abruptly wrestled with each other as the chimes on the balcony created a continuous melody.
Their bells echoed throughout the area – in this late of an hour, it remained monotonous and unforgiving for those who have rested their bodies to sleep. Yet when all remained still at this dead night, a figure lay awake, unable to capture the spell that was cast on the others.
No matter how hard she tried, she could not find the rest she wanted. Shifting her body about, she rather looked tireless as all her patience started to wear out. A few good minutes then passed, realizing she could not possibly find the sleep she so fondly searched for, she stood up from her bed and looked around as her hands arranged the wrinkles on her dress.
She wanted to illuminate the room, but she feared that if she did, this would only wake the others up – and she certainly did not want that. Instead, she decided to head out…perhaps to the balcony where the moon's natural radiance could light up her gloomy night. In shuddered footsteps, she crossed the silent corridors of that mansion, careful not to make any unnecessary noise to disturb the still atmosphere. She swore she could have jumped in fright as a daring mouse made its route across the room – obviously finding her foot as its main pathway. Sighing in relief as her control got the better of her, she then proceeded to the window-clad door which led to her destination.
As silently as possible, she unlocked the knobs and with the same cautiousness opened it altogether. Shifting her weight from the wooden tiles of the inner hallway towards the cemented ones of the outside, she then stepped a foot forward – followed by the other as she slowly closed the door behind, leaving only a small gap between its frames.
Immediately, she was welcomed by a passing wind. Her senses were caught by the sight before. It was marvelous – breathtaking even. Her eyes looked on at the clashing waves. Every sound it made seemingly fitted the ones the chimes produced, thus, giving out a very well orchestrated tune. She breathed in the wonderful scent of her surroundings – from the now-leafless tress to the natural air of the seaside. It was particularly a memorable one for at this hour, she found herself alone with nature – no one dared intrude her peace. Her hair gracefully and gently danced with the smooth breeze as she let her being take in the exquisite sight.
She then leaned on the railings, stooping her body a little forward as she kept her eyes closed. It was relaxing and at the same time refreshing. Though it was noticeable that the air was extraordinarily cool that evening, she did not mind. She simply made sure to head back inside after a couple of minutes in tranquil. It would be bad for her health to stay too long out, considering the climate change they were experiencing and the piece of clothing she was wearing.
She remained like that for a few minutes. As she opened her eyes, she then saw a familiar figure from the road on the other side. Her weariness might have been catching up with her and thus, she dismissed this as a mere hallucination or something like it. She knew no one would come…no one especially at this hour. Sighing at the thought, she then made her way back inside as her body felt the sudden chill brought by the winds.
It was late in the evening anyway, he won't be coming home tonight.
As soon as she stepped in, she then moved meekly across the corridors back to her room. But then, no matter how intense her desire to return, she found herself stopping in front of a familiar door. She sighed once more upon seeing it. She had spent most of her hours in that room – fixing its bed's mattress and dusting clean the objects in it. It hasn't been touched by anyone. The bedsheets remained crisp…obviously a sign no one has ever laid on it. It was his room – it belonged to the one she had been waiting for. He had been away for merely a month yet she missed him direly. Often, they would spend their evenings at the seaside, simply sitting there in silence. Right next to him, she felt an unusual happiness and security within.
And it was the reason why she found it hard to lay her body to sleep at night.
She then moved forward towards the hallway…and finally, reached her room where she proceeded to her bed at once.
Her bed never could have been more comforting as it appeared. After being gone for barely minutes, she somehow felt luxury upon laying her body on its soft mattress. Maybe she really got tired from all the cautious steps she undertook from this point to the next. Perhaps the air outside was too much of a stress for her frail body. She had a strong personality – that was true, but then, she was to say more feminine outside, thus incapable of handling tardisome tasks…tasks such as being the consoler of all sorts among others – both mentally draining and physically challenging.
Slowly, she turned her eyes to a close upon fixing the blanket in level of her waist. Unlike earlier, she felt the need now as she slowly drifted to another place.
She then heard the soft cracking of the door. The light from the corridor slowly crept into her darkened room as rustled footsteps echoed through. Someone was there, she was sure but her body was too weak to stand up and see for herself who her visitor might have been. She trusted that she locked the balcony door all too well but then feared of this unknown person's intentions. So, she slowly opened her eyes – not quite revealing them but only to an extent to take a peek of the "intruder".
She could vaguely see him but his details were familiar to her. No matter his hidden identity, she didn't understand why she did not feel even an ounce of fear. Somehow, she knew this person – - quite well to add as she did nothing but look at his approaching figure. She did not even bulge a bit when he took a seat just next to her "sleeping" figure.
"I'm back…" he softly whispered as his hand extended to the side of her face. His palm softly caressing it. She had her eyes then closed but she could very well feel the turmoil within her – arguing as to the recognition of this young man. She knew him, and she was certain of it. By the tone of his voice, she could feel her heart beat faster. His touch brought with it unusual sparks within – as if she felt herself ask for more than that. His skin on hers brought with it an unexplainable emotion as different thoughts roamed her mind.
She then felt his weight leave her bed as her blanket was pulled in level with her shoulders. She could feel his breathing at this close proximity…his face just inches away from hers.
Like that brought by a fairy in children's novels, his being must have been cast with some magical apparition as he leaned further, his hand holding the side of her face with extraordinary care.
With a voice full of longing, he whispered in hushed, still breaths, somewhat hesitating nonetheless, sincere.
"I missed you…so much…"
…she could feel his face right above hers with the tension - unexplained - as the strands of his hair fell on her smooth skin…
Shuddered footsteps were heard.
A soft cracking echoed.
The room was again left in its own darkness.
The chirping of the gleesome birds woke her from her slumber. Rays of sunlight entered her room from the tiny gaps left by the window curtains.
Though still not able to restore the lost energy the night before, she knew she had to alight from her hazy morning. She had to since it would be unusual for her to wake up any later than the others…and she was feeling different that morning – pleasantly different.
Her eyes lazily opened as she rubbed off some unwanted particles. Yawning, she sat up and straightened her back while placing some unruly locks behind her ear. But as her finger lingered on her lips, she could vividly remember that sweet caress on it…one which was pure, one which enthralled her being.
A smile then unconsciously graced her. She may not have admitted it, and may have claimed it all as a dream but then she knew in her heart it was real.
And with the feel of the moist still, she took an image of the event that happened before – recapturing the fleeting emotion that welled up within her as he stole one kiss from her undaunting and unexpecting lips.
fin
Possible question: Don't you think it's too dragging? Even boring to an extent?
Answer: Yeah, I think so too. I tend to write boring stuff – consisting mostly of long descriptive narratives…sorry, I forgot to mention that.
Possible question: Was that just her dream?
Answer: No, it wasn't. It's all real.
Possible question: What's with the rat?
Answer: Nothing, I just felt like adding it.
Possible question: How did he get in the house?
Answer: Uh, he lived there, of course he has a key.
Possible question: Nobody got awake when he came?
Answer: Ironically, none. They're all in deep sleep.
Possible question: Can't you make a fic with a good ending – one which would suffice the time spent in reading it?
Answer: I'll try, hey, I'm just human.
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