Sorry (again) about the delay! Had no flipping clue what I was gonna write after I finished the third chapter & so sat roasting my ass letting the muse dance around me until it started writing itself; as it now did, all in one day. pout (Bows deeply in apology…)
For those who know/want to know the series, male/male love is alluded to/mentioned in this fic & also the series itself, if you don't like that, DON'T READ THIS! (You poor people you….) snicker
This fic is taken from both the anime series & the manga that have been released. This chapter is told primarily from Risa's point of view, as if you were viewing her thoughts & seeing through her eyes.
(This fic is unedited/beta-ed!)
eeeeeeeeeeevil cackle
I own nothing… such a pity…
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Chapter 4: Illusion
Time slowly passes, the trees outside whispering in a weaving dance among themselves, mesmerizing any who gaze into their shadowed depths.
Oh gods I hurt! Satoshi, why did you do this?
But—I know why…
Curled up among hopelessly disarrayed sheets, I simply watch as you slide swiftly off the bed and away from me. Your movements are precise, supple and without haste; though naked you have no shame, no inhibitions or self-consciousness; you're comfortable in your skin.
Right now I hate my skin. It is the wrong skin, though soft, not his skin… Skin you would never run your hands over, as you would Braille, learning all you could with every brush of flesh with flesh.
I shift around in your bed; spatters of blood soaking into the sheets once more and aching muscles protest my voluntary movement, yet I wish to follow you with my eyes. Moonlight and depthful shadow play across your pale body, wreaking shimmering havoc with the sheen of sweat still filming your skin from your wanton sex… and my painful one… So very beautiful you are though it is not something you realize or seem to care about; but you are. Perhaps that is why we are drawn to you: icy perfection that is hard and erotic, dangerous and seductive. It unfurls a desire to be taken, to surrender, and be obliterated willingly from existence while being consumed in dark fires.
Or perhaps that is simply my yearning that is calling out…
A smile of tired sadness sweeps across my lips and my eyes close briefly with something like regret. Yes, I know you love Daisuke, though it is not the love of the obsessed. You'd die for him…and you almost did. You yearn with every breath you take, every step you make and everyone you break. To reach release you make love to Daisuke, though it be only in waking dreams.
I know this… and I am sorry
Your completion shall likely never be, as you are silent sentinel: watching, without interfering: guiding without showing your hand. You love from a distance as only you can.
The trees shift you into haunting shadow and you slump wearily to sit in the seat of broken angels, the silhouette of wings askance with your naked form, playing with my eyes as nothing else: pale as marble stone melting with milky flesh, shimmer and shadow of wanton blasphemy.
You fall into thought and unguarded emotion slides across your face… then a fleeting smile.
He who holds your heart is a blessed thing
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TBC…
Flame me,
Fuck me.
Kiss me,
Hug me!
Send 'em up,
I'll eat it up!
AN) Once again! Gotta wait for a bit, as the fifth chapter needs to formulate in my muddled mind! Gonna be out though… soon.
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