A/N: ::kicks self for writing this:: Um. Dark. Very dark. Perhaps should be rated R, but….right. I wrote this fic for Pika(Chien) a while ago for her birthday. X_X;
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I stood by the streetlamp, my soft, spiky strands of pale blue hair illuminated by the light that shown from above. With a small sigh, I slumped against it, trying to strain my eyes to see in through the darkness. I was waiting, waiting for someone who my mind protested against sharply. I should NOT be here. I shouldn't be here to meet him of all people. Not the one person everyone I have come into contact with despised.
"You came." A gentle velvety voice rang out through the air, and the
young man stepped into the light. Darkness joining the light. It was a good
analogy, for when you compared he and the auburn-haired youth, they were as
different as night and day. The figure smiled, tossing his hair over his
shoulder with a gentle flick of his hand. His earrings made a small clinking
noise as they were disturbed, and once more, the silence was interrupted.
"I did. That doesn't mean anything." I was known...or at least, by
Ren...to be quick to defend myself, even though just a hint of a blush was
apparent on my boyish features. I frowned slightly at the implications of his
hungry smile, and gestured at the sidewalk next to me. "You can sit down,
if you want."
"No...I don't think so." He sighed, more out of seeming tired than offended, but there still remained an awfully familiar smirk on his face. I looked up towards him, staring into those chocolate brown eyes of his, so different, but so familiar to the ones of my comrade. I slowly casted my gaze down his body, more muscular, but still almost identical to that of his twin's. I suddenly jerked my gaze to the ground, not wanting to give him the wrong idea. He was for company. Company, and company only. Still, a thought protested in the back of my mind that said I was only using him. Using him as a replacement for the only other I'd ever felt even remotely attracted to.
But Ren didn't love me. He couldn't possibly.
So I settled for him. I settled for another, as dark and mysterious, perhaps even more so than the other darkness that made myself, the day, lighter. Hao was easier to love. Easier to give myself to.
And he'd said he loved me. Sure, it was shallow love, lust masquerading as a bond deeper than only physical, but he still loved me. In some twisted way.
I could feel him as he stared at me with those beautiful auburn eyes of his, studying me, willing me to stare back. He had a slightly puzzled look on his face, as if he were trying to think of the reason I would not face him. I sat there, still slumped onto the cool metal lamppost. For just a moment, I met his eyes, once more, and they were half-closed in that sexy, seductive sort of way. His smile never wavered. There were no spoken words between us, but we understood the look in one another's eyes.
It was only for tonight. Only tonight.
I closed my eyes and moved with my instincts, reaching to wrap my arms around his neck. Strong hands made their way down, resting at the small of my back, sending light shivers down my spine. In my mind, Ren was the owner. Soft lips closed tightly over mine, a lean body pinning me to the pole and deepening it. For a moment, I forgot who's hands were exploring me. For a moment, I forgot who was causing me to whimper and make pleading, whimpering sounds, my body only wanting more, anything more.
For only a moment.
"Horo...horo....l-look at me."
He panted out my name, making me open my eyes. I saw him over me. I saw him. He was Hao. He was my enemy. He wasn't Ren.
He wasn't Ren.
