Character(s): Hitoki, Hishigi.
Theme: #2 (Touching me, touching you)
Genre: Angst! Romantic angst at that!
Synopsis: He loved her more than life itself, and yet she belonged to another.
Disclaimer: I do not own Samurai Deeper Kyo.
Notes: Enjoy.
Unrequited
Silent and invisible as a shadow, Hishigi slipped into the dark room and pursued a familiar path, stepping lightly across the tatami mats and kneeling before a futon.
The figure lying on said futon, trapped in the throes of sleep, turned over, away from the visitor.
Somewhere far off, a clock struck midnight.
Gently, the black-haired Taishirou reached forwards and turned the object of his attention around, so lightly that they didn't stir. A small, sad smile graced his pale face as he ran his fingertips over the woman's jaw-line, quietly tracing every contour of her face with care only a lover could supply.
And suddenly, she awoke, eyes shooting open in the darkness, two bright pools through which Hishigi glimpsed her very soul.
She squinted up at him, one hand rising to stroke his cheek. "Hishigi?" she asked gently. "You are here again?"
"Hitoki," he breathed as her husband slept next to her, oblivious. He clutched the hand holding his face and pressed it to his lips, ever so gently. She gasped soundlessly in the darkness, and he whispered, "I could not sleep."
She smiled, recovering from her shock. "Again?" she repeated, and he nodded discreetly, again brushing his lips across her knuckles. In the darkness, she shivered and pulled her hand away. Hishigi didn't move, and Hitoki avoided his gaze. "I'm sorry," she said. "My place is here, by," one delicate hand reached out to smooth Fubuki's pale hair off of his forehead, "his side." She smiled regretfully. "I do love you, Hishigi… just not in the way you want me to."
The Taishirou was silent for a long time. "I know," he said eventually, bending over and pressing his lips against hers. And then he withdrew without another word, and vanished into the darkness.
Even though she would never belong to him, even though she loved another, on that night Hishigi finally slept and dreamed of green-gold hair and a shining smile.Author's Notes: I really, really like this one. Like, a lot.