WARNING XD: This chapter was dedicated to a friend of mine for her birthday. I's a chapter that's rated M even if it's not obviously the full lemon you would expect XD. I would never push myself to that level, even if Liza would have liked to see me doing that. I had no plan to publish this, but I've realized too many were asking for it and I couldn't send every e-mail in time due to, ehm, Libero mail.
Soo, that's it!
[ • (2,5 ) - 2 : In which dawn is fearful to her and what she wants the most is to be enveloped by darkness and to remain in the realm of dreams. ]
When the two glasses that had been full of scarlet wine an hour before emptied and the blood of their crystalline desert ran out, she knew what was coming next. The stars knew that as well: actually, they were letting big bunches of dreamy clouds slowly engulf them to give those two lovers the privacy they needed.
She unwillingly looked away from those red eyes she had been losing herself into for ages, felling chills running down her body as freezing hands touched her delicate one.
"You are cold," She gasped, truly concerned, her fingers curling around his hoping to send him a bit of warmth. Probably it hadn't been the best idea the one to have a romantic dinner on that balcony, among many other skyscrapers of Tokyo's . Still it was one of the most lovely scenarios out there for sure, and she couldn't deny to enjoy the peace she could breath up there, a minuscule corner of the world that was dedicated to them and only them.
To us.
"You are cold too, Love," Mako underlined, rubbing her fingertips that had been affected by the autumnal atmosphere as well.
She didn't reply him, opening and closing her hand absently until Makoto reached her from behind and considerately encircled her neck, an unpleasant shiver being followed by a relaxing wave of affection, making her tense shoulders sag and her heart decrease its peace.
"Someone wants a massage tonight, doesn't she?" He laughed with his usual composure and brakes he would apply to his attitude even when it came to their relationship.
He was like that in his real life too, after having been the most turbulent kid dragging his parents to a hilarious level of desperation. He had totally transformed into a different person. Atsuko herself had assisted to that radical change of his, to him establishing priorities in his life, to him selecting specific behavioral patterns, polished and controlled ones.
Except when…Except when it came to her.
She stared at her pensive reflection, at her immortal pigtails that had grown even longer now, at her curved lips, at that pair of hands descending to her upset shoulders and looking like if they could belong to anyone. She closed her hazel-coloured eyes instinctively, liking that thought and wanting to dwell in it, even though it was lingering in the darkness of her unconscious, turning her into an Alice running through a tunnel whose final source of light she couldn't identify.
Mako woke her up by sweetly forcing her to look up at him.
"Shall we go inside?" He smiled, a grin that seemed so rigid to her…And her imagination, probably. Therefore, she just nodded at him, comunication between them failing like a premature spring equinox once more, and she stood up following the lead of his old-fashioned accompainment.
Candid silk curtains convoyed her to that bedroom, to another kind of dimension that was suspended between reality and dream, with those faint pastel colours he had added to the blankets and rugs here and there for her.
Mako sat down, before hurrying to take the bottle of wine back and putting it on a little table that was attached to the edge of the bed.
"How is it going?" His voice broke the penumbra, and crawled through the silver light, which seemed so sinister due to that obscure question.
"What are you talking about?" She almost whispered, because talking to him had become an exhausting climb through matters she would have liked to talk about, -but she would keep herself from doing that-,matters she was supposed to chat about- and she would comply to that frail duty-.
Because I love him, she told herself, sighing without being really noticed.
"Well, university and that job of yours", He muttered as if it was the most obvious answer he could give her. "I can see you have been so tired lately, studying in the day, doing…That thing at nights."
"Dee-jaying?"
"Yes, that. I wish you had chosen to carry on your dream to run Aunt Hana's flower shop. I wish you could have led a pacific life as a florist, relying on me whenever you needed it. How could you wish for more in a life like that?"
She could read the sincere concern in his fiery orbs, so soft now because of those worries he thought they really had a reason to exist, while he couldn't just understand she could finally be herself now; or she could try searching for her true self, at least, doing what she might keep on loving for her whole existence.
"Instead you have decided to make your life so complicated now," He continued, approaching her and holding her hands in his still frozen ones, as if his skin was absorbing the glacial expanse that had remained of their flourishing relationship. Even if was just for a second, her melancholy eyes travelled to that far day of middle school. She could recall how boiling and sweaty her hands were, how shakingly her legs would guide her through corridors that seemed to have lenghtened and become a labyrinth. She could still feel the smooth paper being pressed against her fingertips if she moved them right there, right on her belly where the central pocket of her uniform was hiding that present.
"I'm just worried for you," He caressed her pale cheek and she couldn't help taking his hand and bring it closer to her face. "Seeing you with those horrible dark circles is painful to me. You will end up stealing vitamins from the pharmacy you will work for."
And there was it again: that smile that didn't light up his features like it was supposed to do, like it used to do.
I love you, Mako, She mentally repeated those words to herself, the same words she had shouted at him when they were in their school's gardens and she totally ignored the beauty of the flowers surrounding her for once. He had taken that box, as embarassed as she had never seen him, and had smiled at her so gladly at the sight of that St. Valentine present. After that moment they had become inseparable, always hand in hand when they were alone, always kissing and talking about whatever they could think about. They would share their fears, their joys, their dreams, what they liked or hated.
Yet…Years and years haven't been enough for him not to forget I don't appreciate chocolate. I'm not the one getting crazy for chocolate. Then why would he order hot chocolate for me when we go to some bar, before realizing it? Why would he go out with me and start proposing me to go eating chocolate cake? I'm not-"
So lost in her thoughts, the distressed young woman's heart skipped a beat when caring lips met her lazy ones. Actually they took some time to move in response to that sudden action, to give birth to a stiff dance of tongues that seemed to retract at each other's touch. It was mostly hers acting like that, though, and she didn't even want that to happen. Nevertheless, what could she expect to occur between two tongues that didn't know how to communicate anymore? Why and how would they be supposed to become one?
Still, she eventually let herself fall in that troubled cradle, at the beginning keeping on hesitating, then abandoning herself to the power of the moment, to the darkness of the night advancing, to the energy of her heart struggling to find the right path to light.
However, when Mako reached the zip that was behind her neck, she held her breath in a weird sensation of suspence, of expectation. She didn't know what she was waiting for, but she could swear her belly had suddenly got a tremor at intrusive thoughts finding a little space in her soul.
Sometimes I let myself wonder.
Her white jumpsuit gave up on keeping itself on her shoulders and slipped down her arms, pushed even further by Mako so her ivory breasts could be freed and could show their voluptuousness.
"Tell me, Love," He cupped her spheres, squishing them gently and making her slightly moan. "What did I do to deserve someone so beautiful like you?"
Atsuko shrugged, faking a chuckle while her attention flew on the lonely shining glass, "You could try rewinding your memories to understand the reason why we are here. You all are so intelligent and progressive at Hypnos but you can't invent time machine. Maybe you could be the one doing that."
He arrested his intentions abruptly, his palms still on her chest and reflecting in the crystalline surface of the glass.
"Do you need a time machine, perhaps?" He asked, his voice as weak as the wind, as if he was afraid of making that question in the first place.
"Nah, why would I," She winced, slowly talking while still keeping her eyes glued on the glass, lying there, on that table, all alone like a mountaineer conquering the top of its challenge on its own.
The words Mako had pronounced during their whole date sounded like if they could be referring to whatever person he knew, to whatever girl he knew, She mulled over resisting to the urge of laughing about the faint reflection of Mako's hands massaging her breasts.
In truth, thinking intensely about it, they could be hands belonging to anyone too.
She was hit by a dejà-vu; that silly image wasn't new to her, but that didn't bother her at all and she continued in that game of hers.
In the world of that small mirror they were just hands not having an owner. Hands on her bosoms teasing her nipples with their thumbs unleashing an instinctive reaction…Without giving her any conscious pleasure.
Those hands.
Those hands could have been rougher to the touch yet gentler, bigger and, why not, clumsier. Hands claiming to know how to perfectly deal with women's breasts, but struggling to control their own sizes, or just stumbling at opening a jumpsuit because of the taste of excitement and anxiety.
She smiled at herself, fantasy and reality melting and slowy making her part from Mako who was kissing her again now, pressing his chest against hers and staying immersed in that anonymus love session with some silent and alienated doll.
Atsuko hadn't even realized what they were doing as her mind was gliding to another planet beyond the Moon and its stars assisting to that pretty somber scene.
Mako had kept those windows splayed so widely so she could fly away, hadn't he?
But I don't want to go away from here, from my Mako, She fought against that so bizarre dizziness that had taken over her.
And what about the glass proudly showing itself to the night sky?
"At, what's the matter?" She heard Makoto saying between a kiss and another, eventually stopping and lifting a dark blonde lock of hers to send it behind her pointed ear. "You seem to be avoiding me tonight…"
"Hm, nothing, Mako. I'm just," She gulped, beckoning at the solitary view. "I'm just so attracted by the Moon tonight."
"The Moon, eh?"
His sentence remained in the bracing air, floating along with it and playing with his lips. Now they were warped into a genuine smile,laced with nostalgia and some hint of sadness. She could also spot the trace of another kind of emotion, but she didn't want to give it a name, that specific name pinching the tip of her tongue.
Therefore she tried distracting herself taking the lead now, diverting his admiration from the queen of the night firmament by touching his chin and bringing it close, very close to her face to conquer his mouth.
It tastes like chocolate. How ironic, She joked to suppress a pain knocking on the door of her sensitivity. Mako seemed to like chocolate a lot now, even if it would make his stomach hurt a lot sometimes. After all, he had prepared a chocolate sweet salami for dessert…She had refused because she was honestly about to get nauseous at the mere thought about that sweet ingredient.
She had begun developing a like for honey, instead: the russian honey cake -the Medovik-, tea and honey, yogurt and honey for breakfast. Having always been used to eating fruit for breakfast, she did grimace hard the first time she spotted him spinning his little spoon in what she defined mush back then.
…
"Believe me," He had understood what was going on in her mind immediately, despite the fact he had his back turned at her. "This is food of the Gods. Have you ever heard about ambrosia! This is much better!"
She had put a hand on the metal table of Hypnos' kitchen, observing the unnecessary strong movements his arm was performing. When he finally finished his culinary work-of-art, (because she knew that was the level of consideration he had about every meal of his), he had energically made his barstool twirl on its own, his feet firmly on the tile floor now.
She had predicted what was going to come.
"C'mon, Atsuko, taste it!"
"Forget it," She had sharply replied, pushing the spoon down too.
"I used to think the same way like you when Dad made me taste scrambled eggs with Nutella," He had insisted, mimicking the wince she was wearing too. "Now I will never accept a different midnight snack. Being open-minded about food offers many possibilities, I assure you! Now, please, try!"
"Just because I don't want to hear weird dog cries for the rest of the day. Surely you are already giving me ideas about my future bachelor thesis when I am an university student: weird, very weird eating habits in men. I know it's too soon to think about it since we are in high school, but-" She had given up very easily that day and he hadn't wasted time before quickly sticking the spoon in her mouth.
"Gnam! Like a true Bear Princess," He had happily clapped at his little victory and in a second the spoon had fully come back in his possession.
And through his teeth and in the core of his delight as well, which made her blush evidently without being able to control it.
Now now, it would be weird if his mouth actually tasted like honey, Her smile was large against Mako's lips as that playful hypothesis hopped among her doubts, undisturbed.
Mako let their bodies crash against each other with one-sided passion, his fingers twitching on her hips as he did want to do much more than just that make-out session. She could sense it: that desire to go further and further she couldn't match yet, even when he proceeded at kissing erogenous zones of her being , down until her navel that was peeking from her opened jumpsuit hanging from her.
He was doing everything on his own. Nothing was really coming from her side, except occasional gasps depending on her body's nerves. She surely had to do something to save that disastrous night, but what she could do was only to dive in the universe of the glass, a bit disappointed this time. Her neck bended backwards and her pupils looked for the glass' reflection for the nth time, as if a relentless tide would take her to that point again and again, no matter what her will was. She could clearly recognize Mako in that unusual mirror now: she could properly identify his lean body, emaciated due to the aumont of stress he had been through lately; his smooth chin he never dared to even leave with a minimal quantity of stubble; his tidy suit he was still wearing because no contact was developing between them that night, except a soullness entanglement of flesh.
She didn't manage to hide how upset she was at the glass failing at its curious magic, but soon her back got in touch with the bouncy surface of Mako's bed and the perspective pleasantly mutated: now she could only see a pair of arms supporting someone who was lacing onto her breasts and kneading them at the same time.
Surely he would have stronger arms, wouldn't he?, She inhaled deeply feeling like if she could disappear in the waves of those azurine blankets, lulled by a sparkle of excitement that was making its way through the arid field of her heart.
She wanted it to get bigger and explode, even if it would surely hurt her: that was the wish she entrusted whoever was taking care of them from up above.
But again, he wouldn't let anything hurt me, so why should I worry? Why? There's nothing to be concerned about when he is by my side. I have learned the lesson, haven't I? I have learned to blindly rely on him in situations of danger and need.
Another glance in the glass' direction escaped from her, while Mako made her roll on her tummy to leave her in knickers. It would never be an easy task. That was the reason why she had picked that silky jumpsuit for that date: its tissue looked like the one of his room's curtains and was supposed to help him strip her. She had also been careful not to choose an extremely snug model.
Even if…
Even if he would have died to see her in a slinky overall; she had got to know him well. They would have been in some restaurant, surrounded by many prying eyes, but he wouldn't have managed to force himself not to stare at the show her curves would have given him.
Oh, she would have had so much fun, wouldn't she have? She would have let huge amusement come from some ordinary movement she would have highlighted and exaggerated, like the simple action of sitting down or standing up to invite the lazy waiters to hurry, because her boyfriend and her didn't surely want to spend the whole night there. They obviously had other plans too!
I don't wish for a simple time machine.
When the clock was near to striking four, darkness enveloped the couple with its cloak, attempting to put them to sleep in vain as night was still young for them.
The Moon and the stars had understood their intentions pretty well, opposing their ivory rays to shadow and neutralizing its strength with the right balance the episode needed. Moon seemed to be exorting the glass to give them a bit of privacy too, but it resisted and managed to retain that naughty gleam on its edge to represent the room and its main characters on the trasparent surface.
"Heavens, this is cruel," She heard, and her muscles relaxed since there was no way she could have won against her laughters.
"Aren't you giving up too soon at such an easy level? And you wanted to beat the Boss tomorrow? You? Maybe you were referring to me".
"Hey! I'm a great gamer and you know it," The voice had replied indignant from behind. " I'm just saying the treating you like a Queen pack didn't include-didn't include this!"
"Flash news: it's the loosest jumpsuit I have got. You're not even playing level 1. You're at the tutorial part!"
"This zipper is saying something else, though. Maybe it's just jelous I'm going to see your ass soon. The fool! It's worse than-than unhooking bras!" She could picture him gnashing his teeth with irritation, dragging the zipper up and down repeatedly and groaning at his fingers not being able to deal with such a small object. He tried and tried again, almost being about to use his teeth instead, before sighing in defeat. "I can't really break it, can I? I can't even see what I am doing, c'mon!"
In the blackness of the environment she brought herself to lift an arm and find the exact spot she was searching for, making the zip go down without any difficulty. Then, just dragging herself on her tonic arms, she crawled out of her clothes like a snake freeing itself from its previous skin.
"The boss tomorrow. The boss," She waved her index in front of his nose she couldn't see but whose end she could flidder with.
"Yeah, yeah, I know. I've made a fool of myself like always, but you can't blame me if women fashion is unnecesserely complicated, ah! You make me go crazy!"
She fixed her dark blonde hair cascading down her back and breasts, and jumped into his chest making the glass dangerously sway. She knew where he was sitting with his legs crossed, she didn't need light to orientate herself; she knew the exact point of the bed where he would welcome her in his strong yet considerate hug.
"But I don't want a stupid bunch of clothes to be the ones making you crazy," She seductively stated, almost purring at the touch of the buttons of his shirt. Those needed to go away right now, She agreed with her urges, and let herself be guided by the row of those little circles skillfully. One after another, they ceased to her will, even when her instincts met his and couldn't stand that closeness of their faces anymore. This is how their dance started: good dancers in real life's events, good dancers in their intimate sphere, with their tongues creating a harmony along with their bodies that soon started exploring each other's territories, already building an intense climax.
He did his best to get rid of his shirt in the meanwhile without breaking that kiss, and she hastily helped him, her palms running through his hard pecs, tracing his trained abdomen and ending up on his belt partly hiding his navel.
That needed to come off too, of course, she mentally nodded, passing to feeling his jaw and its slight stubble, his thick neck and his bristly hair: those features no darkness could have ever made unfamiliar to her; those features whose final combination made her heart skip a beat and butterflies stir in her stomach.
Even so…
When he was totally free from his messily-ironed shirt, he used his hands to grope her glutes pushing her to jolt in surprise.
"Pervert," She caught her breath mocking him by playfully slapping his face.
"You know," He wheezed, needing to recover his ordinary breathing pattern too. "Goto has said so much bullshit in his life, but his comments about your ass aren't lies. It's perfect. A masterwork that deserves to be exhibited at the Rouvre. So many asses there, but no one reaches idealistic perfection like yours."
" I don't know which is the biggest reason to convince me to run away: the fact you and Goto apparently talk about my ass or the fact you have stated to have gone to one of the most important museums out there to look at statues' asses."
"When we were teens, we would talk about your solid booty, yes," He approached her jugular and planted a deep kiss on it too, making her gasp again in the middle of the thrills he was sending throughout her whole being. "But, don't worry, I solved the situation: I introduced him to another skater girl Yang had sympathized with during a tournament of yours. She wasn't as beautiful as you but in life you have to settle for what you are given, eh! He found a great ass, she found a big one in another sense of the word. No wonder they didn't last".
"You were jelous, weren't you?"
"So much you have no idea."
"Wait," She frowned, clinging onto his sturdy frame as his mouth switched to her shoulders. "Even if you were…?"
There wasn't that moment of silence she would have expected as a reaction to that question. There was only a little transformation of his tone that turned pregnant of uncertainty and solemnity.
"Yes. Even if I was. Even if I still am. Even if you still are."
That sybilline conversation she believed they were the only ones who could understand made a sense of emptiness arise in her soul, so stabbing she seeked for solace in his embrace again.
"Then why are we here? Aren't you asking yourself about the same thing?" He cradled her, caressing her long tresses and lying his head on hers.
It was in that second she wished she could have been able to mirror herself in his light brown eyes reminding her of the same honey he loved that much. Nevertheless she didn't want to at the same time; there was a fear in her that made her shiver at the thought of turning the light on.
As long as there's darkness, he'll stay.
"In truth, I only have a question right now, Koujirou," She brought her lips close to his predictably red ear and whispered into it with an attractive hiss. "Why are you still able to talk so much while we are supposed to have sex? Tell me. Why."
They laughed together, his belly powerfully going up and down and making her jump along with it as well.
"Then," He was surely smirking maliciously, holding her from the sides of her arms. "Why don't you make me speechless, if you can?"
She felt the blood flowing in her cheeks being brought to life when their hands joined in the blackness and their fingers interlaced to descend on his belt. Like a Cinderella constantly glancing at the clock, she unfastened his belt at high speed, parting it from him in the blink of an eye. He was the one having to deal with his trousers, though, standing and getting close to the moonlight.
Sitting still, she couldn't look at him, she couldn't find the courage to do so. Therefore she shyly turned, keeping herself from fantasizing about his bulky physical apperance; needless to say he had become so much different from the the child he used to be; he had grown up so…Dramatically - she liked saying. Nevertheless she was aware -just like him- he hadn't changed at all in his interiority.
And it's more than fine to me because we don't need perfection in the world, like Ran says.
She heard the bedsprings being compressed under his weight and she abandoned herself in his biceps, delicately making her lie on cold blankets. He could probably sense her goose bumps against his wide palms, since he began rubbing them on her porcelain skin, canalizing waves of warmth in her limbs which soon migrated to other zones of her body. She was in a pure state of bliss that dragged her to sigh content.
"I told you. I'll treat you like my only Queen tonight," His breath tickled but it was humid and relaxing, what she needed to defend herself in front of the chilly wind blowing from outside. He kissed her everywhere, every inch got covered by his lovely movements on the map of her body. She would have liked to repress her moans as if she was frightened by the idea of someone spotting them, but it became increasingly harder because he did know what zones he had to tease to elicit a response from her.
She eventually desisted, as the turn of her knickers to be sent away arrived. Actually he effortlessly lifted her thighs and exposed her womanhood, making the cotton of the garment gliding down her long and fit legs, which were full of bruises he planted his kisses on, as if he knew the right place they were located in and the falls from the skateboard they derived from. Finally he paid lovely attention to her puffy genitalia and she almost immediately arrived in a state of ecstasy, staining her memories with Mako, her only boyfriend. She almost cried at edonistic bliss mixing with her innate experiment to imagine a life in which Koujirou replaced her Mako, in which their bodies would have reached that spiritual connection so many other times.
"K-Koujirou," She panted, her voice trembling and her hands holding onto the pillow because of the lightinings that were roaring in her whole being.
"What is it, Atsuko? Do you want me to stop? I will if you don't want to go further."
"No! No!" She violently shook her head, her pigtails' bands losing even more strength. "I just…I just…Don't want tomorrow to come."
"How so? It's already tomorrow," He fidgeted with her pubic hair, which was tickling even more than his breath under his touch.
"Then let light never return because you'll disappear and I don't want you to do that," She confessed, her heart beating as fast as a train not only because of the orgasm she had got near to experiencing.
"Hey, hey, I'm not going anywhere. I'm alive, Atsuko. What the hell!" His chuckle thundered from his chest, arresting abruptly when no answer came from the other side of the bed. "Hey", He repetead, more kindly than before, slowly climbing her tall frame and making her really perceive how much bigger than her he was now.
A true bear, she attempted to partially quote a sentence of his, huffing in discomfort because that dilaniating confusion she was suffering from was supposed to have never existed.
She had confessed to Mako. She had been the one falling for him and opening her heart at him. She had been the first one between them wanting to link their lives together.
So why now…
Why was she wishing to fuse with another person, with him feeling like she could erase that feeling of emptiness, which hadn't let her heart beat as happily as usual for a while?
"Atsuko, is there something you want me to do?" He didn't hesitate to ask her and flashes of episodes she would have liked to forget surfaced from her creeping sadness.
"Could you," She sniffed allowing tears to flow from her hazel eyes and waiting for him to wipe them with a rough thumb. "Could you look at me like maybe I'm the only thing you have ever laid your eyes on?"
Ashamed of her deepest egositic yearning, she squished her freckled wet cheek against the mattress and observed white sweaty sheets colouring of dim orange and purplish colours. Her beatings raced as she abruptly moved her neck to a more steady position to admire -and also curse- the Sun thanking the Moon for the work She had carried out that night too.
Yet she couldn't see the rising Sun but only its growing rays getting filtrered by a pretty lumbering presence, a young man in blue boxers blinking at her with a pair of orbs perfectly fitting the aurora announcing the new day. He was looking at her in wonder, squaring her facial features intensely in the imperceptible penumbra.
"Oh, yeah, Güten morgen, I guess, " He sheepishly grinned, diverting his gaze due to that shy side that had suddenly come from nowhere, as if the rising Sun's kaleidoscope of colours had blurred his confidence. "I mean-I mean, it can give a man a certain effect to look at you gleaming like some Nordic Godness, a sleepy valkyrie in candid sheets…Dawn giving you an aethereal appearance. Ah, it's Wagner's fault...I can't really keep on listening to Verdi with Yang every night! Try putting yourself in my shoes!"
Then…When was he going to fade?
And even if that was going to happen for sure, what would be the harm in fooling herself for a little longer?
She patted his cheekbones with emphasis, staring at him with seriety, wondering where she had seen a Kou behaving like that before putting him into her dream.
If it all was the product of her own oneric fantasy, then, she had done a great job representing him in such a realistic way.
"Ok, never mind," He sweatdropped in front of those actions of hers, raising his arms in a dramatic way. "Kick me out from my own room. Addio, Cruel World! Addio, Herissmon and Yang Buds!"
"Please, shut up!" Atsuko hit his broad nose, taking into account she had projected his room in that dream too.
"We…We were in the middle of something, do you remember?" She blushed heavily, her cheeks painting themselves with the soft tones of that sunrise: she had been given another chance, apparently.
"Yes, we were! And it hasn't been my silver tongue that ruined the moment for once! Not that…" He scratched his scalp turning red like her. "Not that you talking about your problems is less important than a mere carnal intercourse. My priority is seeing you serene, just like when you eat yogurt and honey like a lady bear in the forest.
"Koujirou."
"You know, I forgot to tell you, but the other day my cereals fell in my yogurt and honey, but I didn't want them to go to waste, so I tasted the new recipe and you can't imagine how greatly it tasted. Yang almost spat his coffee when he saw me eating that."
"Koujirou, I beg you."
"But you know the way he is like. He's so similar to you it hurts! I love you two and Ran very much, but you all should learn from Miho and Tsutsu when it comes to food!"
Itsuki? Itsuki on his mouth too?, She felt like falling in the nothingness when she inspected his spheres, looking for…Something she wouldn't like.
"We all should prepare a cooking challenge even if some of us can't cook. I want to see you accepting creativity and, I don't know, mix cheese with marmelade! I know it's a gourmet recipe in some luxurious restaurants."
No, in her dream Itsuki might be the one receiving chocolate ice cream from her Mako perhaps, but she herself would get the vanilla ice cream she loved from Koujirou for sure.
"Hey Koujirou, what about this recipe? Vanilla and honey? Would we make Yang vomit?" She let herself mimick the same carefree attitude of his, her big and sincere smile exposed to him in its splendor. After all, it would always be like this: he would always irritate her so much with his easily contagious personality.
"I do appreciate the bravery. Still it's not a surprise from the Queen of Valkyres."
They hugged for the nth time, Atsuko taking the lead to take him into their own pinkish cloud, another reserved viewer of their last idyll greeting that new day that would never come for them.
Who cares, Atsuko drifted in the warmth finally having him inside her was carrying into her womb. Let us stay here, in an endless dawn, as rulers of the Sun of the East, freezing it in this sky to let other people live their dreams for the eternity as well.
…
Glass was a delicate material ,though. A mirror world wasn't intended by Nature to last long, and she remembered it clearly when she was woken up by the sudden noise of a window crashing into thousand pieces.
She looked for her Digivice on the bedside table, bringing a fist to her bosoms due to the scare.
It's just that stupid glass, She rolled her eyes, kneeling on the floor, in front of her shattered reflection and the Moon's. She was naked, she underlined splaying her arms ; she had a taste of chocolate on her lipgloss she licked, doubtful, and…The young man peacefully snoring next to her place was a promising future Hypnos operator who was about to drop his pillow.
No regret inked her soul. No disappointment.
Atsuko crouched next to him too, in order to help him get a position fitting his slumber more, pushing the cushion behind his neck and hoping he wouldn't wake up. Fortunately he kept on lying still, no matter how clumsy her actions were; he just continued smiling at what his dream was showing him.
Who knows if it is happening to him too, she asked herself, feeling ashamement at the realization she could recall two or three fragments of their sex ,while she could almost relive again the one from her oneric vision, feling fuzzy from up to toe.
I'm the worst girlfriend out there, envying you because you have been sleeping for more hours than me, experiencing even more from your meeting with her…Because, who could you be dreaming about and for whom could you be smiling in that way if not her? Still, Mako, if only you had seen me sleeping too…I'm sure you would have understood it too somehow and we would have been freed from this prison we have willingly chosen to live in. You would have been able to eat as much chocolate as you want; I would have been able to eat as much honey as I want.
The young woman used a sheet to cover her chest and advance to the balcony. The Moon was floating high in the firmament, as huge as it had never been, looking down at her with its mute stare that was judging her from her surface to her core.
"I love you, Mako. I really do."
And she stood there, dreamy and pensive, counting every remaining second and stars leading to dawn's doors, maybe hoping to cross their borders and experience their magic once more.
Just like many ancient civilizations had told about before them.
XXX
Since Kou knows so many words in different languages. XD...
• "Güten Morgen": good morning in german.
"Addio": farewell in italian.