Synopsis:
"Do your other friends keep you up at night, too?" he asked with a teasing tone as he absentmindedly turned the pages of his magazine. Though, he knew his voice came out colder than usual.
As his eyes met hers, she quickly averted her gaze and stretched out to hide her fluster. "Well, sometimes we talk all night long, play games all night long... drink-"
"What kind of games?"
Disclaimer: I do not own Yu Yu Hakusho
A/N: Story's post canon, or in between canon with tiny canon divergent details, I suppose?
Prologue — 'Him.'
Cold eyes flew open as a violent crash of waves against Okinawa's shore resounded across the island. The sudden burst of noise had been powerful enough to attain and disturb the hotel room's quiet, tearing off one of its occupants from his sleep.
He attempted to flutter his eyes close again, in hopes that the time to catch his respite in its escape was not over. That was until his ears caught the peaceful and relaxing sounds of steady breathing by his side. The feminine lines of a woman's body came into view as he turned his head to the snoring' source, the sight surprising him enough to dissipate his remaining drowsiness.
That was unusual and startling. So much he almost reached out for his gun on the bedside.
When he finally remembered.
'Right.' He retained himself from laughing bitterly at the situation.
He swore he would never seek comfort from someone else, especially if it were through the pleasure of the flesh. Yet, here he was. Life had never been tightfisted when it came to shower his existence in irony, after all.
His eyes narrowed in a contemplative manner as he stared at the bare skin of her shoulders.
What did she have in particular that made him reach out and sweep her in this situation along with him in the first place?
Why did she even agree to let him, from all the people, take her to bed?
Remembrances of their previous meetings danced around in his mind, with some words and expressions more vibrant in his memories than others. He remembered the look of loneliness in her eyes. A look buried and hidden among the display of cheeky banters, bright smiles, and suspicious glares.
The exact same look as him.
On someone like her —who looked so happy on the outside— it had been frightening to see the identical look he sported whenever he stared back at himself in the mirror.
It had been frightening… but it made them feel closer, more relatable to one another. That was probably what pushed him to carry through such a bold move. And that may have been what made her meet him halfway through their shared final decision.
Give each other warmth… Allies in suffering? It had an awkward ring to it, but, that was a way of seeing things.
As he shifted to press his chest against her back, his left arm snuck out from under the sheets to wrap around her petite body and hold her closer to him. He buried his nose in her hair, humming at the delicate perfume coating the sky blue strands.
She only stirred slightly but did not make a move to jump away from his touch.
Instead, she curled a bit more into herself —like a shell—as if to shield herself from the air surrounding them… as if to protect the last bits of herself that she would not share, the deeper secrets hiding in her pain and loneliness.
Secrets she would not share with anyone but her own person.
Amidst her deep slumber, one of her hands came to rest atop his own that was pressed to her stomach, fingers tightening slightly around his wrist.
But she did not pull away from his embrace.
That was enough to confirm they were together in bearing with the void life had left in their souls and hearts.
This turned out more angsty than planned, lol.