Chapter Forty-two: Unbelievable pain
He sat, crumbled in the spot Kyou had thrown him, clinging to the wall
while trying his best not to cry. But it was a losing battle, and seconds
later sobs racked the slender teen's body. It was clear that things could
never be the same, not even if he...
"I'm sorry" He began, almost inaudible under the sobs, but the nezumi
would make Kyou understand, and if he couldn't Yuki doubted he would
ever be able to face the headstrong neko again. "I just can't help it. Just by
being yourself, you have no idea what you are taking away from me. Just
because you have no memory of what happened doesn't mean it wasn't real; it
doesn't mean it wasn't important to me. I really lo-" The crying teen curled
over to wrap his arms around his knees, and hid the tear-stained and
reddened skin of his face. It took all of his emotional strength to stay in this
room, not to run away, who knows to where.
He couldn't even pretend that `Maybe it was better this way.` That was
a lie. Right now, nothing except being held in Kyou's muscular arms,
sharing a sweet kiss, could make him happy. And the uncaring neko would make sure
that could never happen. Pain turned to anger, as he leapt towards the bed,
pinning the redhead's arms down, almost tempted to straddle the injured
and helpless boy.
"You cannot throw it away! I will not let you!" He once more kissed the
stunned neko, arms fully wrapped around his cousin as he forced the
shounen's lips open. Desperation drove him to such extremes, he had
never imagined forcing himself upon Kyou. But that's what occurred now, and
Yuki took advantage of the other's weakness to explore his mouth, gently
rubbing their tongues together. His hands caressed Kyou's torso greedily,
daring to tempt the edges of the pale blue hospital gown. What person, having
lived so isolated and alone, would reject such feelings? Breaking the kiss
momentarily for air, he whispered to the boy.
"Kyou, please, I want you. I love you.
He sat, crumbled in the spot Kyou had thrown him, clinging to the wall
while trying his best not to cry. But it was a losing battle, and seconds
later sobs racked the slender teen's body. It was clear that things could
never be the same, not even if he...
"I'm sorry" He began, almost inaudible under the sobs, but the nezumi
would make Kyou understand, and if he couldn't Yuki doubted he would
ever be able to face the headstrong neko again. "I just can't help it. Just by
being yourself, you have no idea what you are taking away from me. Just
because you have no memory of what happened doesn't mean it wasn't real; it
doesn't mean it wasn't important to me. I really lo-" The crying teen curled
over to wrap his arms around his knees, and hid the tear-stained and
reddened skin of his face. It took all of his emotional strength to stay in this
room, not to run away, who knows to where.
He couldn't even pretend that `Maybe it was better this way.` That was
a lie. Right now, nothing except being held in Kyou's muscular arms,
sharing a sweet kiss, could make him happy. And the uncaring neko would make sure
that could never happen. Pain turned to anger, as he leapt towards the bed,
pinning the redhead's arms down, almost tempted to straddle the injured
and helpless boy.
"You cannot throw it away! I will not let you!" He once more kissed the
stunned neko, arms fully wrapped around his cousin as he forced the
shounen's lips open. Desperation drove him to such extremes, he had
never imagined forcing himself upon Kyou. But that's what occurred now, and
Yuki took advantage of the other's weakness to explore his mouth, gently
rubbing their tongues together. His hands caressed Kyou's torso greedily,
daring to tempt the edges of the pale blue hospital gown. What person, having
lived so isolated and alone, would reject such feelings? Breaking the kiss
momentarily for air, he whispered to the boy.
"Kyou, please, I want you. I love you.