Shall I Leave a Flower?
Characters by: CLAMP
I'm going to get screamed at for this one, I know it. This is one of the hardest and most controversial works I have ever written
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Blood. Red nectar flowed down the edge of Seishriou's mouth, leaving a crimson trail. Her eyes lit up as she lapped away at it, then ran her tounge over his lips.
'Just like a cat,' he mused. Dark eyes bore into an amber sea with eyelids partially closed. A delicate finger traced the side of his face, causing a light moan.
"You are so beautiful," Setsuka whispered.
"As you are," Seishirou replied. Her hands trailed down his chest and interlocked his fingers with her own.
"Do you know how I would become MORE beautiful?"
"Is that even possible?" A light laugh.
"Very possible, dear son. You see, if I were to be covered in blood..."
Seishirou let go of her hands and turned his back.
"No," he responded firmly. Setsuka wrapped her arms around his waist from behind and rested her head upon a broad shoulder. She kissed his back.
"Don't you want me to be happy?" she asked softly. Seishirou turned his head slightly and recieved a kiss on his cheek.
"Yes, but I don't want you dead."
"Oh, Seishirou, you don't even know what you want." Seishirou's eyes flared and he turned to face his mother, fists clenched.
"I will not kill you. Do you understand?" She grabbed his shirt and thrusted her tounge into his mouth. Instead of returning the kiss with equal passion, Seishirou growled and roughly pushed her into a wall. He scanned the room and laid eyes upon the solitary candle.
"Don't you touch that," Setsuka hissed. With a swift movement of his hand, he extinguished the only light source. A sudden blood-curdling scream echoed throughout the small room. The grace Seishirou had grown accustomed to had vanished, as she scrambled across the floor in panic. Sighing, he lit a cigarette and inhaled. Setsuka raced over to him and the soft glow produced at the tip.
"Are you afraid of the dark, Mother?" Seishirou asked calmly Her features were slightly illuminated in a pale manner. A smile played on her lips.
"Smoking is a horrible habit to pick up on, darling," she purred, regaining a confident composure. He simply exhaled as curls of smoke enclosed their bodies together. Setsuka pressed her lips against Seishirou's, his arms hanging at his side, ashes falling to the floor from the cigarette between his fingertips.
Characters by: CLAMP
I'm going to get screamed at for this one, I know it. This is one of the hardest and most controversial works I have ever written
***
Blood. Red nectar flowed down the edge of Seishriou's mouth, leaving a crimson trail. Her eyes lit up as she lapped away at it, then ran her tounge over his lips.
'Just like a cat,' he mused. Dark eyes bore into an amber sea with eyelids partially closed. A delicate finger traced the side of his face, causing a light moan.
"You are so beautiful," Setsuka whispered.
"As you are," Seishirou replied. Her hands trailed down his chest and interlocked his fingers with her own.
"Do you know how I would become MORE beautiful?"
"Is that even possible?" A light laugh.
"Very possible, dear son. You see, if I were to be covered in blood..."
Seishirou let go of her hands and turned his back.
"No," he responded firmly. Setsuka wrapped her arms around his waist from behind and rested her head upon a broad shoulder. She kissed his back.
"Don't you want me to be happy?" she asked softly. Seishirou turned his head slightly and recieved a kiss on his cheek.
"Yes, but I don't want you dead."
"Oh, Seishirou, you don't even know what you want." Seishirou's eyes flared and he turned to face his mother, fists clenched.
"I will not kill you. Do you understand?" She grabbed his shirt and thrusted her tounge into his mouth. Instead of returning the kiss with equal passion, Seishirou growled and roughly pushed her into a wall. He scanned the room and laid eyes upon the solitary candle.
"Don't you touch that," Setsuka hissed. With a swift movement of his hand, he extinguished the only light source. A sudden blood-curdling scream echoed throughout the small room. The grace Seishirou had grown accustomed to had vanished, as she scrambled across the floor in panic. Sighing, he lit a cigarette and inhaled. Setsuka raced over to him and the soft glow produced at the tip.
"Are you afraid of the dark, Mother?" Seishirou asked calmly Her features were slightly illuminated in a pale manner. A smile played on her lips.
"Smoking is a horrible habit to pick up on, darling," she purred, regaining a confident composure. He simply exhaled as curls of smoke enclosed their bodies together. Setsuka pressed her lips against Seishirou's, his arms hanging at his side, ashes falling to the floor from the cigarette between his fingertips.
