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I watched the gray ribbon trail along in the wind, falling back to earth. It had fallen out as she ran, the colorless satin shining softly in the moonlight. The tall figure walked slowly to retrieve it, and I gasped for air. His face was beautiful in this light, the soft silvery-blackness of his hair, highlighted with the creamy white strands.
He walked silently over to me, scooping me suddenly into him. His arms wrapped around me, holding my legs and torso firmly, yet gently. I stared up at his gray eyes which watched straight ahead. I lifted a hand to brush the dirt from my face, and he looked down and smiled, a very slight smile, tipping only the corners of his mouth.
My hand brushed my face, touching the cuts gently. It was then that I noticed his hand lightly stroking the exposed part of my leg. I held my breath and looked up... it didn't seem that he knew what he was doing. I looked back to where we were headed, his home in the midst of the Sohma complex. "Why aren't you taking me to my own home?" I asked him, staring with wide eyes.
"Your mother wouldn't like to see you this way. I'll clean you up at mine and bring you back. Don't worry," he explained quietly, his face expressionless again. He tightened his grip, his hand sliding closer to the hem of my skirt. He fingered the edge, and my face flushed pale pink.
Suddenly my head felt so dizzy, the world spinning in a frenzy. I groaned, gazing into the sky at the stars that crept one by one into the sky. Before I drifted to sleep, I glanced at my hands, usually creamy white, which were dusty and blood-spattered.
***
My first thought as I awoke was that his arms were still around me. Those strong, thin arms wrapped about me comfortingly. He hummed softly, a dark rich bass voice just barely audible in the stillness. My hand raised, stroking the soft strands of hair. His chin rested on top of my head, his breath soft on my skin. My hand trailed down the side of his face, which was warm and soft. I felt the cheek flex under my touch, and he gently nibbled the tips of my fingers, still humming.
I pulled my head quickly out from under his, and as his chin fell, I pushed my lips to his. He pressed back, closing his large eyes. I let myself drift into him, savoring every second, wishing the soft kiss in the dimly shadowed light cast through the paper door. He blushed suddenly and looked away, trying to hide his face.
My hair fell in long strands across my eyes, ashamed that I had taken that power over him. Did he even realize what he had done? He stood up abruptly, causing my body to falter in it position. "Gomen ne, Haru-san... I didn't mean to..." he stalked around the room. "Haru-san?" Tears rose to my eyes... what if I had ruined everything?! I should not have done that!! I'm so horrible!! He hates me!! The thought of worst-case scenarios kept popping into my mind, and I hugged my knees to my chest.
"You look much better now..." he said calmly, looking at me unemotionally. His silver chains glinted in the starlight, and he walked towards me.
"Gomen ne, Haru-san," I whispered, an unnoticed tear falling to the floor.
"Stop apologizing. There is no need. What happened?" He took my hand in his pale one, looking over it gently before shoving it back at me.
"A girl... followed me," I didn't really even know what happened. "Can I ask you a question?"
"Anything..." he trailed off, standing at the edge of the porch and looking into the sky.
"How can someone tell you they like you as they try to kill you? I don't understand..." I looked at his back, standing so rigidly all of a sudden.
"That is what happened?!" He exclaimed out of nowhere, his black personality coming out in an instant. "You poor, beautiful baby..." he grinned, sweeping me up into his arms and planting soft kisses on my neck. "I should make it better..." and with that he pulled me tighter in, kissing my mouth and caressing my hair. Should I fight it?
He laughed softly, playing with the top button of my shirt as he continued to kiss my lips. His were soft and full, his tongue moist and hot on mine. He opened a button on the shirt, exposing my chest a little. This wasn't right. He popped another open, and I tore my face away from him, pushing him backwards.
"No!! I don't want this!!" I cried, falling backwards and quickly re- buttoning the shirt. Instantly his stone expression returned, softened by his eyes which looked at me, confused.
"What happened..." he watched me button the shirt and it dawned on him, his gray eyes widening with fear. He was instantly beside me, hugging me tightly. He breathed heavily, and I wrapped my arms around him.
"This is what I want..." I kissed him, letting White Haru gently brush away the bangs from my face, holding my jaw line with the other hand. His kiss was so gentle, and I ran my hands idly through his hair. I didn't feel alone.
I watched the gray ribbon trail along in the wind, falling back to earth. It had fallen out as she ran, the colorless satin shining softly in the moonlight. The tall figure walked slowly to retrieve it, and I gasped for air. His face was beautiful in this light, the soft silvery-blackness of his hair, highlighted with the creamy white strands.
He walked silently over to me, scooping me suddenly into him. His arms wrapped around me, holding my legs and torso firmly, yet gently. I stared up at his gray eyes which watched straight ahead. I lifted a hand to brush the dirt from my face, and he looked down and smiled, a very slight smile, tipping only the corners of his mouth.
My hand brushed my face, touching the cuts gently. It was then that I noticed his hand lightly stroking the exposed part of my leg. I held my breath and looked up... it didn't seem that he knew what he was doing. I looked back to where we were headed, his home in the midst of the Sohma complex. "Why aren't you taking me to my own home?" I asked him, staring with wide eyes.
"Your mother wouldn't like to see you this way. I'll clean you up at mine and bring you back. Don't worry," he explained quietly, his face expressionless again. He tightened his grip, his hand sliding closer to the hem of my skirt. He fingered the edge, and my face flushed pale pink.
Suddenly my head felt so dizzy, the world spinning in a frenzy. I groaned, gazing into the sky at the stars that crept one by one into the sky. Before I drifted to sleep, I glanced at my hands, usually creamy white, which were dusty and blood-spattered.
***
My first thought as I awoke was that his arms were still around me. Those strong, thin arms wrapped about me comfortingly. He hummed softly, a dark rich bass voice just barely audible in the stillness. My hand raised, stroking the soft strands of hair. His chin rested on top of my head, his breath soft on my skin. My hand trailed down the side of his face, which was warm and soft. I felt the cheek flex under my touch, and he gently nibbled the tips of my fingers, still humming.
I pulled my head quickly out from under his, and as his chin fell, I pushed my lips to his. He pressed back, closing his large eyes. I let myself drift into him, savoring every second, wishing the soft kiss in the dimly shadowed light cast through the paper door. He blushed suddenly and looked away, trying to hide his face.
My hair fell in long strands across my eyes, ashamed that I had taken that power over him. Did he even realize what he had done? He stood up abruptly, causing my body to falter in it position. "Gomen ne, Haru-san... I didn't mean to..." he stalked around the room. "Haru-san?" Tears rose to my eyes... what if I had ruined everything?! I should not have done that!! I'm so horrible!! He hates me!! The thought of worst-case scenarios kept popping into my mind, and I hugged my knees to my chest.
"You look much better now..." he said calmly, looking at me unemotionally. His silver chains glinted in the starlight, and he walked towards me.
"Gomen ne, Haru-san," I whispered, an unnoticed tear falling to the floor.
"Stop apologizing. There is no need. What happened?" He took my hand in his pale one, looking over it gently before shoving it back at me.
"A girl... followed me," I didn't really even know what happened. "Can I ask you a question?"
"Anything..." he trailed off, standing at the edge of the porch and looking into the sky.
"How can someone tell you they like you as they try to kill you? I don't understand..." I looked at his back, standing so rigidly all of a sudden.
"That is what happened?!" He exclaimed out of nowhere, his black personality coming out in an instant. "You poor, beautiful baby..." he grinned, sweeping me up into his arms and planting soft kisses on my neck. "I should make it better..." and with that he pulled me tighter in, kissing my mouth and caressing my hair. Should I fight it?
He laughed softly, playing with the top button of my shirt as he continued to kiss my lips. His were soft and full, his tongue moist and hot on mine. He opened a button on the shirt, exposing my chest a little. This wasn't right. He popped another open, and I tore my face away from him, pushing him backwards.
"No!! I don't want this!!" I cried, falling backwards and quickly re- buttoning the shirt. Instantly his stone expression returned, softened by his eyes which looked at me, confused.
"What happened..." he watched me button the shirt and it dawned on him, his gray eyes widening with fear. He was instantly beside me, hugging me tightly. He breathed heavily, and I wrapped my arms around him.
"This is what I want..." I kissed him, letting White Haru gently brush away the bangs from my face, holding my jaw line with the other hand. His kiss was so gentle, and I ran my hands idly through his hair. I didn't feel alone.