*Oh, you know the deal, lol. I don't own SKU, but I do this idea and Comarane Zilya.
A/N: Sorry about the long delay- my PC had coughed and died on me =^.^= Please, tell me there are still readers!
Falling Apples
Hai,
I wonder where Juri-sempai is... I've been having these strange yearnings lately- strange memories. I don't remember ever taking her locket from her and chiding her so ruthlessly... I do not understand what's happening to me- to my face, my body. I've grown a few inches and my hair is a bit longer. Kozue tells me that I have to cut my hair. She says I'm starting to look like someone else- that traces of me are starting to disappear.
There's a voice in my head that talks to me, that tells me how beautiful sempai is. I know this, I know... I-I'm not sure if I should embrace this change. I was looking into the mirror when, not too long ago, sempai runs in. I chase after her and finally catch her by the wrist and spin her around to me. Tears run soundlessly down her face and finally, she looks up at me. I've never noticed what a beautiful shade of green her eyes are. "Juri... don't cry..." She murmurs my name lightly and I kiss her chastely. Suddenly, she jerks back and stares at me.
"Ruka? Miki? Who are you?!?" Who am I? I'm not so sure myself...
Kaoru Miki ~*~
Entry 51:
So, I was lead into Touga's room and the first thing that happened was Zilya rushing to me and wrapping her arms around me. I crushed her against my body, running my fingers through her hair and kissing her face feverishly...
Oh god, she has never felt so good...
As my lips met hers, I heard her gasp and I looked up to see Touga grinning lecherously from behind Zilya. 'Is she that good?' I pulled her closer and he laughs, shaking his head slightly. He stepped closer and ran his fingers lightly along my own before trailing off onto Zilya's shoulders.
'Get your hands off of her, Kiryuu.' He arched an eyebrow then smiled again.
'You are not in a position to make demands Kyouchi. I called you in here for something special.'
I hate man whores. I hate Kiryuu Touga. I hate Zilya's suffering and my longing.
I hate myself for being too young to do anything about it...
- Saionji
~*~
I saw the fire that came alive in her as his hands made their way down her sides, the way he responded with such sweet innocence uncharacteristic of him. They are a perfect match and as much as I am in denial of this obvious truth, I refuse to give up. I refuse to let it go until I see her cry my name out in bliss... Not until, I hear her sigh dear "I love yous" as she does with dear Kyouichi.
She mewed lightly and Saionji regarded me with murder in his eyes. I pull her away and press against her back so she can feel what I what. I kiss her neck and she looks at the floor ashamedly. I wrap my arms around Zilya and wait for the familiar growl from Saionji.
"Damn you!"
He steps forward and Zilya cries out. I freeze, my eyes closed for the brief moment she spoke. "Don't let this all be for naught. Kyouichi, I fill my head with images of you and I, sitting on the edge of the world..! Laughing and smiling... I've never seen a smile so beautiful..." Pressing my lips against the curve of her neck, I imagine too. I imagine she were talking to me, caressing me with such flowery language, with such words.
But it's not...
I open my eyes to a saddened Saionji and thrust my hips into Zilya's backside. She gasps and looks at the floor again. "Come here Saionji, come here or you'll regret it." He stalks forward and glares at me. I bring his hands to her and help him trace the curves of her hips. She groans as I bring his hands to grope her softly. Zilya begans to sob as Saionji kisses her forehead and pulls away. "Don't..." I say firmly.
She going to feel me whether she wants to or not. She's going to remember my name when I'm through with her. She's going to love me or no one at all.
- T.K.
~*~
Journal of the Deprived
I listened to the steady heartbeat of the victor. Cobwebs gathered around her sword as she prays to the heavens for guidance. I pray to the shadows for light.
- the flower junkie