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Infidelity
Misao sighed against warm skin as she thought about her husband. It was raining outside, the droplets pelting against the window as the darkness outside threatened to destroy any peace or happiness. Misao, however, was at ease and slid out of the bed, careful not to wake the dozing man beside her. Slipping on her silky, soft pink house robe, she walked out of the bedroom and into the front room of the apartment. Her cup of tea sat still on the coffee table in front of the couch as it had been left in their haste.
The rain was coming down in torrents. "Damn." She muttered in deep distress and frustration. Placing the cold mug into the microwave, she turned to face the empty, darkened room and crossed her arms across her chest, as if protecting her heart. If she could make it home in this weather, it would be an absolute miracle, especially if she could get there before a certain somebody…
The microwave stopped suddenly; the power went off. Any lights that had cast a few shadows across the apartment cut out abruptly and Misao grabbed her now warmed mug and walked into the living room, folding her legs underneath her on the couch. The darkness hadn't mattered anyway; she knew that apartment as if she had grown up in it.
Gods, what in the hell am I doing here?
She thought she could escape him, what a naive, innocent thought for something so sinful, something that had no bearing on her conscience. It was innocent at first, but that innocence was soon abandoned, for the scorching need to possess and brand as her own. He wasn't hers, this she knew. But her selfish nature, her willingness to throw herself onto him with every intention of leaving at five o'clock kept her from ever staying away too long.
It wasn't need, at first desire. It was as if he had grabbed a hold of her soul and she his; what they held between them now…it was pure need. Nothing anyone could ever tell her about her actions would stop her from what she was doing. It was too hard, simply too much to bear.
And her husband loved her; gods he loved her so much. She wondered if the same fire she felt for him he felt for her. It was impossible; her husband was incapable of such emotions. His nature was completely different form hers. His emotions didn't smolder him like they did her, didn't consume his entire being or leave him lying awake at night, staring at the ceiling with tears leaking from his eyes.
Did he need her like she needed him? Misao doubted it. It was probably improbable and definitely impossible. Misao stared into the tea she had barely touched. She had tried to stop it, tried to stop this infidelity, everything her entire being fought against, everything except her heart. It was her fate, her cruel destiny to sit and contemplate her feelings over such a person, one that others would consider a devil. Nobody would ever understand. Hell, Misao didn't even understand anything that was happening. It was all sheer confusion, ludicrous all at once yet so wonderful, so marvelous that she would never be able to deny him.
Fingering her wedding ring, she sobbed softly and took the damn thing off, flinging it across the room. "Your husband would not appreciate this." A deep voice said through the darkness.
Misao saw something glisten through the shadows, moving upwards steadily. She stayed silent as nearly silent footsteps approached her. "He doesn't need it."
The man raised his eyebrow in surprise. "It is almost five o'clock." He sat down next to her.
"And I don't care." Misao stood, gazing down at the early invisible man before her. "I can't back to that house. I'm staying here. With you, my home. I need you, Aoshi. It's too much. If I leave, then I'll never come back…but if I leave there, I will never go back."
Aoshi stayed silent. "You aren't being fair to him."
"He has never been fair to me. Asking me to do so much for someone whom I could never love nor need. No; Soujiro and I…we were never the way you and I are. I hesitated to marry him, but I told him should I never come home, to not search for me. I despise him now, my dislike for him is comforting to me, and my mind will not be changed. I cannot even feign happiness with him anymore."
"He loves you."
"Do you not, as well? My guilt….he knows. He knows that I won't come home one day; he suspected it soon. And he promised. If he cannot claim my soul, then I am not his. I gave him five years; you've managed to claim it in less than two months and hold it tightly in your grasp for a year." She was frightened at her sudden decision as she stood before Aoshi, trembling slightly.
"Do you believe in this infidelity?" Aoshi asked coldly, even as he pulled her closer to him, trapping her body within his arms.
"I believe this infidelity. I love this infidelity."
Yeah…I wrote this in like ten minutes. You guys should be able to tell since it is kind of bad. Doesn't mean I shouldn't get reviews. Please, tell me what you think of it. I'm thinking of writing a whole 'Infidelity' series, with different couples, but of course it will be five thousand times better than this one…
