Notes: Hey...I went to bed early and now I'm up early...*groggy* This is gunna be interesting... Gomen, so short *bows* Enjoy^^
Pairings: Ran x Ken
Warnings: AU, Ran POV, yaoiness, angst, fluff
Disclaimer: Not mine. Why not? Too emotional. But oh so fiiine.
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In My Arms
2
I woke up early, opening my eyes to the scarlet and golden wash of sunlight pouring into my room. I didn't want to wake up. The day would pass the same as all the others did. There was no point. Ken wouldn't be there for me to hold, to kiss, to love. He'd never be there.
"Ran, breakfast." Omi called through my door and returned downstairs, his light treading heard faintly on the stairs. I ran my fingers through my hair and stood up. I didn't want to be seen my Omi or Youji. They wouldn't understand how I feel. How could they?
I stumbled down the stairs, not caring that my feet were being hit at random angles on the hard wood steps. Youji and Omi were already sitting at the table, waiting for me. I didn't bother to even glare at them, I didn't say anything either. I know they gave me strange looks of inquiry but I ignored them and sat down.
I didn't eat, I didn't talk. I just stared into my mug of hot chocolate. It was a cold morning and a hot beverage was always pleasant but it reminded me of Ken's eyes. In his eyes I could fall forever but never be scared. I could be happy forever with him and I loved his eyes. I love him. But he didn't love me.
I vaguely heard Omi and Youji stand up suddenly, shoving their chairs back with a screech. I didn't care what they were looking at. I didn't want to know. They seemed surprised that I wasn't moving. I could feel their stares upon me.
"Ran." That voice. It was him. But I couldn't believe it. He wouldn't be here. I didn't move until a tentative hand was placed on my shoulder. "Ran, it's me."
My voice was barely a whisper as I finally stood and turned to face him. That chocolate gaze. I drank it in, it's beauty warming me. I wanted to be near him. I wanted to taste his lips. I wanted to hold him close but he seemed infinitely distant. But he was here. In front of me. Real.
I didn't really understand. A bag was by his side and he looked to be the same Ken he was when he left. Why is he back? I don't understand it. His hand wasn't on my shoulder anymore. I wanted to much to feel his warmth on my body again. I wanted to be pressed tightly against him, pulling him closer until we are one. I want him.
"I know, Ken."
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