It was only for a moment
Yet
Time stretched
Hours
Sparks fly
Stare into each other
A move away.
"You cannot have everything you want."
"I only want everything. That is, you."
"Get what you need. Never what you deserve."
"I need you."
"This is simply infatuation."
"It's not."
Her beautiful face
In an instant
Soft
Yet
Emotionless
Perhaps
Unmasked.
"Without you... I have no color."
He simped in sarcasm.
The cynic within him
If he could replay
This moment
On television
Burst into peals of laughter
Such lies
Such youth.
Always the same line.
"Gray is a color."
"Your color."
"You and I. This is an ephemeral desire. Think alcohol. Hangover is inbound."
"I will never get over you."
That is what everyone else said.
"I am not like everyone else."
"Woman. That is what everyone else said."
He sneered with acerb
Thinly hiding
Mocking giggle
As her cheeks reddened.
"Ne, Hachiman... What about her?"
"Who?"
Her peach-colored eyes
Subtle hint
Like a wine glass
Slowly filled
With malice
Faint traces
Vinaceous.
"What is so... special with her?"
And he knew who.
"She is exactly the kind of simpleton you will find at every bar. Why do you cherish her so much?"
"Unlike you."
"Careful there."
A lethal undertone
Laced with scorn
Venomous serpent.
"You don't know her. Not as well as you think."
"We all don't know everyone as well as we thought we do."
"Do you not want to know me better?"
"Too deep, and you will drown."
"Too shallow and you'll never know how to swim."
"That's what everyone thought as well. But there is more to her than meets the eye."
"Ara... ara... you sure know Miura-chan well."
Her gaze was menacing
A small smile
Certainly dripping
With spite
And envy.
"I told you. She is a close friend."
She moved closer
Brushing against him
Wrapping her arms
On his.
"Only a friend."
It was not a question
Or so he thought.
"Maybe. Maybe not."
She smiled
It was one
That did not reach the eyes.
"When this game is over..."
Her hands slowly slithered
Closer to his throat.
"And I have beaten you.
You will be mine."
Yet he refused to back out.
Closer
Their bodies
Lightly touched
She inched back
As if an invisible cushion
Between them
Soon
Finding herself
Against the railing
Leaning away from him.
"Oh?"
Her face was heating up
The sensation
She so craved
Once more
Felt.
"What's the matter?"
With a finger
He angled her face
Straight at himself
She was pinned
In check
Her reactions betrayed her
Deep shade of crimson
A white flag
Signalling her surrender.
"...isn't this what you wanted?"
A shiver
Not of fear
Nor anxiety
But pure ecstasy
As his hand
Like a feather
Against her rosy cheeks.
"You see here... I do not intend to lose."
His lips were inches away
Moist
Enticing
Dead black eyes
Locking her into a trap.
"Not now. Especially to you."
She managed a soft murmur.
"Shall we... continue... where we left off."
"Another day. Another night."
"I told you... I am impatient."
He was almost caught
Point blank range
Her arms wrapped around him
A noose
Nearly hanging him
Terrible end
Saved by wits
Her lips
Grazed his
Corners.
"You know... you are quite gullible."
"A fool, just for you."
He shook his head lightly
Slightly
Amused.
"This is all I am to you. Entertainment."
"Not... true..."
"Like you said... just a game."
"If so..."
A faint smile on her pink lips
Her eyes
Laced with desire
Looking away from him
That sinister smirk
Insidiously spread.
"Checkmate."
He tilted his head at the remark.
If he had turned for a bit
By the corner of a street
A blur
Left a small wet patch
On the concrete path
Perhaps
By a figment of imagination
A glimpse
Of blonde?
Slowly
But surely
Horrifying realization
Meaning.
A diversion.
Fall into a trap.
Led to believe
He was winning
On the contrary.
Checkmate.
