I realized all the heavy chapters come about when I'm writing the Yui chapters. Maybe because she has a lot of baggages and she had the bad position of remembering everything from way back. But hopefully, this fiction still makes her a lovable character. I'm working double to post two more chapters. I'll definitely finish this fiction by Saturday!
Disclaimer: FY is not mine.
July Twelfth
By Slavedriver2008
He was having the same dreams again. Flashes of images that bore no meaning yet they triggered numerous emotions within him. It had been a long time since the dreams came and he had almost forgotten most of it. Now, there were many faces, men and women, rich vast lands, swaths and swaths of armies. And in the middle of it, was her.
Don't leave me…
Sometimes when he wakes up, he had the allusion of being in a grand chamber washed in blue and white. And in his arms lie her fragile figure, snuggling and seeking his comfort. In the first few hours of dawn he would lay there, watching the steady movement of her chest as she breathe, the long eyelashes that were like wings of butterflies, and the parted pinkish mouth he was tempted to explore while she slept. He wouldn't dare touch her. He was afraid. What if she turned out to be who he thought she was? Once she opens her eyes, the dream would end and he would pull her close with a sense of relief.
"Are you alright?" Yui asked, still groggy from sleep. "You look scared."
"I'm fine. I thought you were someone."
"Are you thinking of another girl?" she asked, looked up with sharp sleepy eyes. He smiled in response. She was the only girl who can do that to him in the morning. As a matter of fact, she was the only woman he allowed to see him in the morning.
"I wouldn't dare." She laughed and moved up to plant a kiss on his lips, still smiling.
"Good morning," she whispered before staring into his eyes. Yui resembled her so much—that girl in his dreams. But they were different. In his dreams, she clung to him desperately, cried herself to sleep after waking up from a nightmare. Yui was the contrary. He was the one who clung to her. When they sleep, he was always afraid to lose her. And he had no idea why he was feeling that way. "Let's get breakfast."
He nodded and sat up like she did. He pulled his robe and wrapped it around him, watching as she did the same on the other side of the bed. When she went ahead to the dining area to prepare breakfast, Ryuuchi went inside the bathroom and opened the shower. Without another thought, he took a bath.
When the cold waters washed through him, the last drops of sleepiness dissipated and it was only then that he heaved another sigh. Sometimes, he was afraid to go to sleep because her image was there, imbued in him. When he was done with his bath, he got out wrapped in a towel. He slowly got dressed for work, shoulders still heavy. He was doing his tie in front of the mirror when a blue inscription flashed on his forehead, briefly. When he blinked again, it was gone. And he was left staring at his reflection, with the dragon tie dangling around his neck.
Ryuuchi shook his head. He was seeing images again. He should really get his act together or his work will suffer. He pulled his coat and went out of the room. The aroma of freshly-cooked meat wafted through the air as he walked toward the kitchen. Yui was finished cooking a hearty plate of bacon and mounds of pancakes were on the table.
"It'll be ready in a bit," she said, smiling. Ryuuchi nodded and placed his hands inside his pockets.
Slowly, he headed for the piano in the living room. His footsteps were heavy and he wanted to lessen the tension in his body. He usually plays the piano at night but he hadn't played a single piece lately. He would simply sit there, looking at the keys, mind still drifting somewhere. He threw the coat in the settee and took his seat. He placed his fingers in the piano keys and began to play. He had no specific piece in mind but ended up playing Claire de Lune in a faster tempo and eventually began to play Chopin. Sweat rolled at the sides of his face and he closed his eyes as the music consumed him.
When he opened his eyes, she was standing beside the piano, looking down on him with soft blue eyes. "Breakfast is ready," she said. He nodded but continued to play a softer tone.
"You don't have school today?" he asked, meeting her gaze. Yui shook her head. "You won't go out with Miaka?" She giggled as she shook her head again.
"I'll just stay home today… probably watch movies or read a book," she said. "What time will you be home for dinner? I'll cook your favorite." Beautiful nimble fingers gently tapped at the side of the piano and Ryuuchi smiled. He felt better now.
"Probably around seven," he answered, still playing a soft piece. Yui nodded. He turned away but she immediately cupped his cheek and planted a soft kiss on his forehead.
"Is something troubling you?" she asked, eyeing him intently. He didn't respond. He slowly let go of the keys and wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her between him and the piano. Some keys made a sound when she accidentally hit them. "You kept on waking up last night. And the other night you even stood up to smoke at the balcony. It bothers me because you don't usually smoke and you're a much heavy sleeper than I am."
Ryuuchi blinked. How was he supposed to tell her? How will he say that he kept on dreaming of another her even before they met? What would she think of him if he does? What if she assumes he only entered a relationship because of that girl? His eyes widened at the thought. What does he really feel for Yui? Does he love her at all? Or does he simply love the face he sees in her?
"Ryuuchi?" she asked, worry sketched over her blue eyes. She cupped his face.
"I'm fine. Just a little tired," he grumbled. She still stared at him silently. She was not buying it. Yui was young but she was not stupid. She knew if he was not telling her everything. In the short span of time that they were together, she had come to translate the smallest details about him. He heaved a sigh.
"What if I'm not who you think I am?" he finally asked, meeting her gaze. Yui wrapped her arms around his shoulders and leaned to him, moving her nose against his.
"And how would you be different?" she asked in a soft mellow voice.
"I don't know… But what if the man you think I am, turned out to be different?"
"I don't understand what you mean at all," she said. She touched his cheek and gave him a lovely smile. Warmth spread throughout his body, a pleasant light warmth that slowly melts the worry in his heart. "Would it matter? I love you. Even if you're different, I'd still feel this way. If something's troubling you, tell me. I might understand."
He pulled her hand and planted kisses on it. Ryuuchi stood up from his seat and picked her up, placing her on the closed top of the piano. Her feet hit the keys and she was about to protest when he captured her mouth for a deep kiss.
"I'll stay home today," he mumbled in between kisses. "I want to be with you. Watch a movie, read a book, maybe even sleep all day—it doesn't matter." He leaned forward and kissed her again. He slowly untangled the ties of her robe and hurriedly pulled it off her shoulders.
"Ryuuchi—"
"I'll just kiss you," he whispered.
Their eyes met and she swallowed hard, nodding hesitantly. He kissed her hesitation away and slowly had her lie on the piano. He planted kisses on her neck, her shoulder blades, the valley between her breasts. She shivered when he kissed her abdomen and uttered a slow moan when he slowly pulled up the thin lingerie to place heated kisses on her navel.
Hearing how much she loved him, Ryuuchi felt the burden lifting itself on his shoulders. This girl, he needed her, loved her. The keys made sounds as her feet moved recklessly through them, masking the whimpers she let out as he kissed her legs, her inner thighs. She whispered his name, begged him to stop. But he didn't, and instead, satisfied himself with the aroma of her porcelain skin.
A/N: Thanks for reading this story!
