(summer)
It's hot; we go swimming in a river just outside Kyoto. I've never swam in the moonlight before, but you tell me it will be fun.
Seeing you this way, Yuki, you're like an apparition. Moonlight bathes your body in liquid silver as you strip off your yukata and kick your sandals into the long grass on the bank. The sight of you there, clothed only in moonbeams as you wade into the silvery water sends shivers up and down my spine. Your image bends and contorts with the ripples, but your beauty cannot be broken by even the chilling water.
"Kamatari…" My name rolls of your tongue and I know I must have you, here, in the grass beside the river.
Never before have I had you; it was always the other way around. But suddenly, seeing you there, so ethereal, so unearthly, I want you all around me. I want to take you to the place to which you seem to spirit me every night.
I want to claim you the very way you've claimed me.
Kami-sama, I think I love you.
There are tears in your eyes as I take you for the first time; tears which role uninhibited down pale cheeks. I endeavor to kiss away the pain; I remember how much it hurts. I tell you you're beautiful; tell you I'm sorry; tell you anything but what I really want to say. Here, under the watchful gaze of the blue moon, I want to tell you that you are my heart…And that scares me more than anything.
Holding you now, I know I'll never want to let go, even though my loyalties must lie elsewhere. How am I going to leave you? I have to get back before dawn.
How could I let this happen?