XI
It was different. From the scent of the hair to the feel of the skin. Each time it was getting stronger. Each time getting out of hand drowning his mind, rendering him blank.
"Don't leave a mark..."
A voice different from the soft timber of a girl's mingled with the exhaustive breaths. Somehow teasing, somehow ragged, most of all, seductive. The voice warned him so. But he was so sure he didn't take heed as he sucked, as if wanting to draw blood.
This whole body, about to crush in his arms was different. It squirmed under. This raven was so willing. Without holding back he received, welcoming, becoming ever closer and tighter. And he, drowning in the heat leaned down, closer too until there was no more gap left.
This binding of the flesh, so intimately close, so addictingly sensual, was a question in itself.
"Yukina, there...there...It's almost..."
It was a searing heat that was enveloping him, the intimacy clouding his brown eyes. The feel of the other's flesh so hot that it was reaching to the back of his head.
Buried deep within someone else's body, almost basically with someone out of his circle, was it possible to feel this much from it?
Does one feel something like this just because of a physical tie? Was this a momentary connection nature had so perfected during these moments? Yukina didn't know. All he did was savor it.
Grunting, he slightly opened his closed eyes. He could feel himself swelling even more, to the point he couldn't take it. A blurry smiling face under him was what he saw. Equally drenched in sweat, equally breathless, so delicate.
"I've been waiting for you to open your eyes..."
"Huh?" Yukina asked absent-mindedly. The only ever thing he was busy with was to search for that release. The completion. The end of this timely lust.
Lost in the pleasure of each movements, once in a while it flickered in his mind how someone could just openly surrender themselves in this vulnerability. But the call of flesh was hard to ignore. He forgot the thought somewhere along with the sweat lining his back.
The heat, the lust, the sound of skin hitting skin that was echoing through his mind, the creaking of the bed, they stood still. He became still.
"..."
The feeling of fingers brushing against his sweaty cheeks was cold. The feel of the finger tips the strange raven brought him made him stop. It cleared the fog in his mind and a youthful face became clear.
"Look at me," the strange man whispered, smiling although Yukina was sure that his movements since earlier must have hurt. "When we do this...look at me."
Yukina had no idea why this man was asking him such a thing. One only does that with their precious one. This thing they were immersing themselves into, it was no other than 'finding release'.
"Look at me..." Kisa repeated, almost like pleading.
But Yukina could well remember that instead, he did the opposite.
Sex. It was exhaustive as healing. Somehow he forgot about Enamoto Kia. Somehow he forgot that there was a coming life. Somehow there was peace. Somehow he could finally fall into a quiet oblivion; no media, no cameras, just silence.
"Yukina, are you asleep?"
The prince's lips stayed shut together with his eyes.
"Yeah...you must have been tired from so many things..."
The bed moved softly, the bed-sheets he could feel covered his arm. The brightness in Yukina's closed lids had faded and he could only feel warmness around his waist. His male bed partner probably had snuggled against him.
"Yuki you're a great guy you know?" the voice whispered into the darkness. "Not anyone could accept a woman with a baby from another."
Tired body and soul, Yukina exhaled finding comfort from the warm breath hitting his back.
"Isn't it strange?" the voice went on, sounding sleepy itself. "It hurts seeing you so devoted but I just want to keep on supporting you..."
In the dark, Yukina opened his eyes. The glint in them strong. The arms around his waist had started sliding down, creating a ticklish feel on his skin. The sound and feel of soft breathing against his spine suddenly woke his senses.
Carefully, Yukina tried turning around. But he halted. He stopped.
"Tomorrow when we pick up Enamoto-san...I'm sure...you'll lose interest in me already...this set-up would be meaningless...you don't need a stand-in to pretend for you..."
"...?"
"If next time comes...If God gives me next time to become like this with you again...I hope... you could look at me then..."
When he opened his eyes, he had to close them once more. It was so bright. So bright it was painful to the eyes. The scent only confirmed his hazy memory. He was in a hospital. In Enamoto Kia's room and he must have fallen asleep.
"..."
Inhaling, the man brushed his fingers through his hair while gazing over the sleeping figure on the bed. The woman was still peacefully sleeping. She looked way better the first time he and Kisa had taken her from that country-side rent house. She even gained a little weight.
"..."
Sluggish, the prince stood and headed to the window covered with blinds. When he pulled it open, a steady pelting rain was what greeted him. The sky colored in deep black as if there was a blanket covering everything.
He watched a few cars coming in and out from the main entrance of the hospital that was visible from where he was. He could not tell however whether they were black or white or red or blue. His mind was completely taken over by that strange dream.
He knew it wasn't just a dream. It was a glimpse of what took place the night before they went to pick up Kia. A night where he, Yukina Kou, deprived in the flesh and in the soul sought the alternatives in the raven's arms instead.
"..."
Now that he had calmed down, he felt...odd. As if a part of his soul was still in that dream and his body moving now was just being manipulated by something else.
"K-Kou?"
The call of the voice made Yukina glance back on the bed. A still sleepy Enamoto Kia smiled sweetly. The prince, by reflex smiled back.
"That's some strange look you have there..." the woman said softly. "Something bothering you?"
Yukina Kou sat back on his chair and leaned close to the woman. He gave a thoughtful smile while tucking the woman's hair strands behind her left ear.
"Nothing...How are you feeling?"
The woman eyed the man for a long time. She closed her eyes then. Her lips in a relaxed, contented smile.
"My knee feels numb and heavy but all in all good..." she answered almost like a purr. "I missed this Kou. Waking up and seeing you, that is..."
"..."
Almost as if he was pricked by something on that bed, the man drew away and settled back on his seat.
"Anyway...Kou...I want to go home tomorrow."
"Huh?"
"To Kisa-san's house I mean..." she opened an eye and teasingly grinned. "We can't stay here for long. We have to celebrate his audition...and besides...I think my baby likes it there too."
Yukina forced a smile on his rigid lips. "Really...?"
"Hmm..." the woman nodded. "Where's the auntie?"
"I sent her home. She'll be back tomorrow."
The woman sighed. "I see...I'm sorry to be asking you this even though you're tired. But can you...get me some clothes to change into when you go home later?"
"Sure..."
Kia reached out to the man's hand resting on his knee. Kou was surprised but he eventually laced his fingers with hers.
"Let me sleep like this..." she mumbled as she settled back comfortably against her pillow.
"Okay..."
The entire time that their fingers were intertwined, the feel of familiarity came rushing to the prince. This soft skin, this delicateness in his hand, he longed for this. But it was strange too. He had wanted to become as close as this to the woman for a very long time again.
Odd. The feeling he was expecting wasn't there. It just surprised him how ordinary it felt.
"..."
The hour-hand of the clock used to be at nine. Now it was on 10:30. It passed in a blink of an eye and Yukina didn't even notice it.
He just watched silently the woman until she fell asleep. He watched her with his eyes. His mind watching something different.
Every ticking of the clock by the wall was like a hammer pounding in a rare truth. It was strange and confusing why he couldn't find a way to contradict Kia calling Kisa's place as 'home'. Home was supposed to be special. A place where one's heart was.
"I want something like a palace," Yukina had said once to Kia affectionately. That time when everything was still far from what it was now. "A spacious garden too where I could hear the laughter of our would-be children. A grand home for us..."
At the most part, Kisa's place was supposed to be for temporary dwelling. That very limited space was no way in par at what Yukina had imagined to be a 'home'. And yet...
"I'll be going then..." Yukina whispered, although he was sure Kia was already deeply asleep. "I'll come back with your clothes...so sleep well..."
He stood and headed for the door. His gaze boring a hole to where he was walking.
It was a shock. A big, glaring shock he couldn't just set aside. Where was the perfect place he had envisioned with Kia all this time? Hearing the word 'home' made him see something else. A place drenched in too much light he couldn't almost see it. Flickering it was, like a teasing old film;
A summer morning. An old house. A small backyard. And a raven sitting by the window frame.
The scent of the air was moist and grassy. The wind brushing past him was cool. The feel of the soft surface underneath him was new. Everything was so different that he awoke with a gasp.
"Huh?"
His ragged mind swirled painfully. He groaned, patting the side of his head while he stared up above.
"..."
Kisa must have really died. Maybe the car didn't stop. And the man named Cross he saw was actually Death himself.
"..."
He was lying flat against something inclined. The sky was reflected back in his eyes. A blanket of velvet blue, filled with prideful stars felt like they were about to fall on him. When he brought his confused gaze to the sides, he saw nothing. It was still the sky on either sides of him that he grew frightened.
Almost scramming, he sat. His hands felt the cool sensation of the leather of the car seat. The wind blew harder once more, the backdrop the bright night sky as if it never rained. It took his eyes towards something swaying. Mahogany hair that looked so carefree swayed together with the gentle breeze. The man's back was beautiful in the moonlight. Lazy yet serene as he continued dragging on smoke.
"..."
Kisa Shouta sighed. He finally remembered everything.
Busy dragging on with his cigarette, the man leaning his weight against the hood of his car glanced behind him. The convertible car's roof had been pulled down. The passenger seat inside was occupied by a wide-eyed raven staring at him.
"Finally awake huh?" Cross asked. His eyes meaningful as they gazed from Kisa's face down to the man's neck. "Oversized but cute."
"Huh?"
Realizing what was being implied, Kisa looked down. The red sweatshirt clinging to him loosely was unfamiliar to him. The neck too wide it was annoyingly slipping off one of his shoulders. He abruptly pulled it back, throwing a glare at the snickering man at the front.
"You're drenched from the rain so I helped you change. Aren't I so considerate?"
Kisa frowned. "Where are we?"
Cross took his cigarette off his lips and spread his arms wide. "The best stage."
"Huh?"
Kisa dared move when he finally felt himself getting steady. He grabbed the side for support and stood. The second he was able to take in where they were, he was lost for words.
"Pretty isn't it?" Cross regarded with pride.
The raven hopped out of the car. He thought he was standing on a sponge feeling his feet sink in a few inches. The grassy scent became stronger. The chill became more evident. When he reached the hood of the car, Cross motioned for him to sit beside him. Having no choice, he did as what he was told.
"This is the best place in the world..."
Kisa swept his messy hair to the side and took in the scene.
"...and actually," Cross smiled. "I wanted to do an AV here."
"On top of a hill, of a cemetery?" Kisa asked, almost sarcastically. "Why are we even here?"
Cross nudged Kisa's shoulder with his and looked ahead. "You said 'anywhere', remember?"
"..."
At the very sounds of grass swaying and Cross' burning cigarette, Kisa listened. He had to agree this time. This place was surprisingly calming. Instead of getting afraid, he found a strange refuge in there. A realm of the dead this place may be. But on second thought, the only ever things who caused pain to Kisa were actually living persons.
"..."
Located on a hill, the city below, glittering from far away seemed like a universe separate from Kisa's. As if time had no force in this space and he had all the freedom to let go of everything.
Such was the tranquility Kisa was feeling after a tiring and a painful day he failed to notice a different sound. A sound of a paper. A sound of something being flipped. When he lifted his gaze towards the sound, his eyes widened.
"What are you-"
"This?" Cross grinned. He raised the folder up in the air obviously out of Kisa's reach. "I saw this sticking out of your bag. I was curious."
"Give it back!"
"Shut up. What's the deal I've already finished reading it."
Kisa felt so defeated that he shrunk back on his spot and became silent. Painful memories, things that if he could just forget came running back in his head.
"So...did you get the role for this...uh..." Cross pretended to flip back into the contents. "'Yukine' something?"
Kisa didn't bother replying. Cross on the other hand produced a whistle.
"Well...given that mournful mug...I can see the answer."
"..."
"Man...what a fucked up life this lead character has. You want to play this character? So boring!"
"..."
Cross rolled the folder without care. "What's more...the ending sucks! Who would want to watch this?"
Kisa lamely looked at Cross. Tired. Really tired.
"After his unrequited love and daughter's operation...he disappeared. The end. The fuck. I don't care if this is taken from a real-life situation. Why do homoerotic stories tend to be too tragic nowadays? My company at least is different."
"It's reality," Kisa exhaled.
"You make your own reality with your choices if you ask me," the other huffed. "Man, we're already so limited from things okay? We're not America. So this damn depressing stories should be taboo. Fun. That should be what you're focusing to!"
The raven continued looking at Cross lethargically. Had it been any other day, he would have punched the man across the face and left. But tonight, he couldn't do it. He didn't even want to counter anything and remained the mute.
"Oh...and let me guess...I have a very good knack for this kind of things," Cross chirped. His baritone yet mellow voice sounding so toxic. "Not only did you not get the role, you also probably got dumped big time."
Cross who was enjoying stabbing further the obvious deep wound the other had stole a glance at Kisa. The round eyes of the other just plainly looking at him quietly made him stop with his nonsense.
"You're..." Cross dropped the folder to his lap and leaned at Kisa. "You're...crying?"
Amidst the blurry vision he was having, Kisa could see the bewildered expression the other had. Was his face that comical to render this bastard speechless? Did he really look so unpresentable and pathetic? Well no surprise. He was indeed feeling them deep inside it must be showing on his face. He was in a wrenching depression. The kind that just bursts out of his eyes beyond his control.
The green eyes narrowed. They did in a manner as if they could see right through the very nerves of the raven. Closer those pair of eyes had become towards Kisa's. And in an instant they were staring at each other's orbs. The other clear, yet unreadable. The other unclear, yet obvious.
"It hurts that bad?" a voice so low came from Cross. His lips didn't even seem to have moved at all. "It hurts isn't it?"
Kisa halfway closed his eyes. Downcast they glimmered.
"Let me take some of them..."
Kisa Shouta in all honesty didn't know since when this bastard had his lips on him. They were ice cold.
"...?!"
The raven getting back on his senses moved away, pushing the other's shoulder into a good distance. And yet, he felt a firm hand at the base of his head. Pulling him closer. Pulling him back.
"..."
Kisa stared wide-eyed at the drawing lips. They were so cold. Can humans have this kind of coldness in them?
"You're freaking freezing..." Cross whispered with his lips in a faint smile it was almost nonvisible.
"I'm...?"
Eventually, Kisa realized that the coldness he felt earlier was his own. His lips, his skin, his very pores were screaming cold against the other's heat. So much colder than the previous break-ups, the previous failures, this was the worst. This was different. Like that hill they were currently on, this was his edge. And he was about to go over it.
"What are you doing?" Kisa managed to ask shakily. The scent of cigarette smoke was right at his nose.
Cross smirked, his eyes misty. "Isn't it obvious?"
He pushed the door open. The creaking it made was loud due to the silence that welcomed him. The warm lights which always greeted him from a hard and stressful day at work was nowhere either. The entire old house was drenched with blackness.
"..."
Yukina turned the lights on. He was silent as he stared at the floor. Little shoe marks looking so unappealing stained the brown-reddish wooden floors. They were much smaller than his shoe size. He knew who these footsteps belonged to.
Without a word, Yukina stepped into his house slippers and followed the trail of shoe marks on the floor. It led him to the bathroom that looked like a mayhem. Shampoo bottles were on the floor. Towels were hanging oddly by the wall. A small flower in a white pot was about to fall off from the spot where it was placed.
"..."
The prince reached out to the flower pot and securedly placed it back on top of the counter, close to the wall. He then bent and picked up the shampoo bottles. Every single one of them he stared at. They were all the brand of shampoos he was using. It didn't even occur to him before. But every little space in this house had all the kind of stuff he used. He never mentioned a thing to the owner, that was the weird thing. But they magically was just there as if someone had eagerly done an extensive research.
Reaching the equally messy living room, he saw a few of his home clothes folded on the center table. Beside it were Enamoto Kia's dresses. And at the sofa were still the unfolded clothes of Kisa.
Kou sighed at the very same time the home phone rang.
He didn't want to answer it but it seemed like it would ring forever if he just ignored it.
"..."
He picked the phone up not say anything.
"Kisa?" the voice asked. "Damn it Kisa, if you're back in your house then say a word!"
"...?"
"Shouta? Have you gone deaf?!"
"This is Yukina."
The surprise on the other line was quite obvious. The caller just kept on hissing and cursing.
"Kagetora-san?" Yukina called, breaking down the other's thoughts.
"Sorry Yukina. Is Kisa with you?"
"Huh? No he's not with me. I thought he's with you?"
Kisa knew this was insane. He'd been lose before but seriously treasured himself when he came across a certain prince. Yet now, he could feel his flesh tingling all over. He was yearning warmth. He was yearning for something to cling to. For someone to fill in the gaping hole in his chest.
"Wha-"
"Shss..."
Cross smiled. A devastating yet patient smile was what he gave while holding down Kisa's right wrist. Kisa had to suck in his breath, losing the last threads of his self-control. Perhaps, the reason why so many sinners existed was because of men like Cross. They had the most enticing and subtle ways. They could make it sound so easy. They easily could make one feel needed. They could easily make the wrong seem like right.
"This...no..." Kisa tried resisting.
But the him he tried to hold in, had finally surfaced. He couldn't shove it back down his throat. Kisa could feel a tear slowly making its way to his lips. Tears were supposed to be something salty. His tasted bitter.
"..."
Perception. It was the devil's mastery. Cross was such a perceptive man. With just one look with his eyes, he nailed perfectly the spot that needed tending.
"For what reason are these tears?" Cross asked, bringing his lips to the space between Kisa's brows. He blew his warm breath there, making Kisa close his eyes at the gentleness. "Who caused this? Tell me...I'll listen..."
"Will I be asking you if he's with me?!" Kagetora barked, losing his patience. "I've been looking all over for him! The idiot!"
"..."
There were some sounds of something falling and some stomping in Kagetora's side. The man appeared to be really pissed at one in the morning.
"Tsk...that audition must have really rattled him..." Kagetora hissed away from the phone. Nonetheless, Yukina heard it very clearly.
"Excuse me...auditions? Didn't he..." Yukina swallowed. "I don't quite get it..."
A long stretch of silence passed the two men. The closed glass windows behind Yukina had been stained with another round of wetness. That was weird. It was just a light drizzle. Yet their pelting sound as it hit the closed windows were very loud.
"I rode along since it was for Enamoto-san's sake. But I don't see why I must keep it from you too."
"..."
"He didn't even get the fucking chance to stand before the judges," the man hissed, almost angrily. "After all the efforts he exerted...shit..."
"..."
"Sorry I don't want to put the blame to anyone, what happened was an accident...but still..." Kagetora sighed. "He left everything the moment he got the call. Enamoto-san was hysterical so...he lied."
"What...?"
"Kisa...didn't make it."
This savior and coaxing man, Kisa didn't care if he was just a total deceiving, devil under. At least this man knew what he was feeling. He didn't care about the rest.
"You don't have to carry all the hurt you know..." Cross continued sounding like a dream.
"..."
"Think about all the hundred reasons...why you and I always cross paths..."
Rough, gentle yet commanding hands found their way into Kisa's back. They moved up and down. At a steady calming manner. Like how one calms a child. It felt good. Extremely good.
"Why push yourself into a world that keeps ignoring you?" Cross continued into Kisa's ear, his hands snaking around like a serpent's. "...when there is a whole new world, waiting to give you your special place with so much possibilities and rewards?"
"..." Kisa faintly smiled. "Where is that place? Your place? Your company's place?"
Cross drew the raven's face into his palms and made the other look at him.
"You gave them a chance. You gave them your all. And they failed you. It's their loss."
Kisa bit his bottom lip. Damn he knew this was a venomous string of words. But he wasn't disliking it at all.
"Cross..." Kisa started, resistance bit by bit taken by the wind. "...why do you want me?"
The man looked like a heaven-sent drenched in the moonlight. Yet his green eyes glowed like it came from deep under. Cross slyly smiled, tipping Kisa's chin with his index finger.
"I just want you. Do I need some complicated reason?"
The raven parted his lips a bit, to draw in more air. Yet instead of getting to breathe better, it had become even more constricting. Suffocating. Teasing. Sweet. Kisa's wide eyes reflecting his surprise, slowly crumbled down into pieces. The ravishing against his mouth, it felt insanely good.
The spark of lust has just been completely ignited. And the rest? All hesitations, Kisa threw them down the steepness of the hill.
Openly, Kisa accepted the eager lips and the wild explorations of the other. And what was more, he openly answered back. Nibbling when nibbled. Sucking when sucked. From a meer meeting of lips, it accelerated into a searing one. As if both wanted to swallow the other whole.
"Maybe I should apologize for all the people who showed sincere interest, yet got dumped terribly by me..." Kisa thought, his mouth stuffed with a tongue other than his own. "...I didn't know the pain's this much..."
Cross opened his eyes in satisfaction. He felt Kisa just hooked his arms around his neck. The raven's defense completely down, go signal on, Cross delved into the kiss without holding back.
"Biting on my lips that hard huh?" Cross laughingly exhaled into Kisa's mouth before drawing away. He stared deeply into Kisa's dazed eyes before latching next at the exposed neck that was teasing him since earlier. "I sensed this wild side the moment I saw you..."
Cross made his own art on the other's skin leasurably. He glided his tongue, he teased with his teeth. He kissed them tenderly and violently. The marks he left had all the hues of red. Pinkish, dark, light, and severe colors of the intensity of his sucking and nibblings. One by one those hues showed on Kisa's neck and collar bone. The traces Cross was leaving, they sickly were in contrast against the other's milky skin.
"..."
Kisa closed his eyes in response. Lifting his head for more exposure he did. The breath of the other was like a fire licking at his skin. Painful it was. Yet insanely he wanted more.
From a distance, their figures looked like playing shadows. Ghost-like they mingled and became lost with this misplaced passion.
Who cares?
This was not different from how Kisa used to be. One night with another, another one the next day. Binding himself purely out of carnal needs, what was so new? He was tired. Very tired. He didn't want to become the saint anymore.
He tried and what did he get?
Yukina stood on his spot with his eyes roaming around once more the empty house. Something was stuck in his throat. Huge it was hindering his once steady breathing.
"He really wanted it so I'm sure he's depressed about it. Damn it... where is he if he's not home!?"
"..."
"Anyway...give him some hot compress if he comes back. The idiot fell badly from the stairs from all his running. So just..." Kagetora sighed irritably. His breath almost hissing in the telephone line. "Try to be nice with him alright? You could understand what I mean probably."
Kagetora Hizaya instantly cut the call off. The prince was left listening to the beeping sound until he finally found the sense to put the phone back to its receiver.
Instantly, Yukina fished for his phone out of his jeans. He brought it to his ear waiting but he only got the dutiful voice of the operator. It said the number he was calling was out of reach and a few more of that recorded routine talk that didn't make sense to him at all.
"..."
Yukina lifted his gaze to nowhere in particular. He wanted to search but where? He ended up collapsing on the sofa, eyes unsteady.
"Did it ever occur to you what it took me to get here?...The best you could do is be angry at me?"
He glanced towards the familiar sound of windchimes coming from Kisa's room. The windows in there might have been left open from all the haste.
"How can you be so insensitive?"
The only visible things from the prince's profile was his teeth grinding at each other. And the veins on his hands as he held his phone almost breaking it with his grip.
"Wai-wait..." Kisa moaned. The heat was starting to get out of hand.
The word 'wait' must have another meaning other than what was said in a dictionary for Cross. Kisa could feel himself sliding down the smooth surface of the hood. His back tasting the coolness as his shirt was drawn over his chest. Cross was such an expert bastard able to maintain this delirious set-up.
Not stopping with his caresses, Cross' lips went on leaving his traces down the skin of Kisa's neck and throat. He really liked it there it seemed. Rubbing himself against the man underneath him, panting, grunting, his very breath contained a hint of laughter. It looked like an entire pleasurable game for the man.
"Cross..." Kisa called. His shivering not from the cold was about to escape him. His buried face against the other's chest, he lifted. He saw again the vast sky, the hill and remembered the hundreds of graves on either sides of them. "Cross..."
The man being called stopped from everything he was doing. His moist eyes glistening as he brought himself up, perfectly looking at Kisa with his unmasked lust-filled eyes.
Strange. They were still dressed doing no more than tearing away at each other's lips. Yet Kisa could feel himself getting deprived of everything to cover himself one by one. He was already naked in the devil's mind.
Kisa didn't feel any revulsion though. Actually it felt nice. Kisa felt an inexplicable pleasure with someone showing their complete want of him.
"What?" Cross asked with a bit of impatience. He pecked at Kisa's lips once and elevated himself again. "What is it?"
Kisa looked to his sides, face beet red despite the dimness.
"This place is kinda..."
Cross eyed Kisa for long. His pursed lips turned into a wide smile. His teeth blinding pearls. The impish smile suddenly turned into a laughter so seductive. His adam's apple wobbled enticingly for the man underneath.
"What?" Cross breathed with a challenging grin. "You afraid of ghosts?"
The raven's eyes flickered. Hazy and dreamy, Cross to him was becoming like an illegal prescription. Kisa was starting to get high of it.
No. Actually, he was already high.
Kisa laughed. He didn't know if there was really something funny. But he just laughed. He laughed almost like a demented. He laughed more when Cross went back kissing his cheeks, his nose, his mouth. He kept on laughing. He can't stop.
When the raven felt a dull pain somewhere in his chest, he laughed even more.
Kagetora Hizaya. Yukina Kou. The man who was almost the bestfriend. The other, the unrequitted love. They were in their own ways searching for Kisa Shouta. They had no idea where the raven could be at this time of the night. He just vanished out of sight. No word. No trace.
"Shit...Kisa-san..." Yukina hissed, clasping his hands together, resting his drenched forehead against them. "Damn it..."
These two men, although bearing different thoughts were in the same unsteady boat. They could feel uneasiness. A pestering naggingness that was unbearable. Almost like a blaring warning piercing their minds.
Perhaps they have all the reason to feel that way.
At that very time, Kisa Shouta was already getting sucked in by a detrimental surge.
chapter end notes:
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