'Your Lips Speak Lies; Lies I Like'

Disclamer...Again: You know what? I don't own furuba, or its characters...Natsuki Takaya does. Bless that woman.

Japanese:1) Arigatou- Thank you. 2) bijin- Beauty; respectable term for 'babe'

Author's Note: Yo. It's Moi again. Disclamers are annnoying, but I still have to say 'em for the rest of the chapter(s) :((I still haven't decided whether or not I should finish this fanfiction..Writer's Block..Grrr). It would be way helpful if ya could R&R...for some reason, I am in the mood for ice cream..scurries off to find leftovers...and yes, Akito is alot younger than I planed for her to be. Fourteen? (shrudder) And as for what happened when Akito was remembering, that's for you to find out. By the way, I made-up a nickname for Akito. Peace in hell. Dudeeeee. Sorry, I jus' felt like saying that O.o

--mAi

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Akito closed her eyes slowly, as if time had slowed down just to see her finally give up. But Akito only told herself to take it. She blinked away a tear; a single unshed tear.

She never felt that shooting jab. And she regretted it.

'I can fly...fly...fly into the heavens...'

A resonating thud

Dark sheet of white

numbness

Illusional, bliss…?

(Chapter Two- Beauty, Wasted)

"Kureno-san, promise you will never leave my side?"

A curious face. A beautiful creation of Mother Nature.

I laughed. But my amusement was forced into just light chuckles when I realized a pair of serious eyes gazed at me.

"Kureno-san? Do you not love me?" Silence. "Are you like my Mother? Do you.." A sniffle. "..Hate..me?" A small voice; one that can bring a man to his knees.

"Of course I don't hate you, Aki-san! Why would I? You are the most adorable little angel, and you have blessed the Soumas." I smiled, I tried to make her believe.

That moment was quiet. Too quiet.

"That is not what Mother says."

I was burning under that glare. I was stunned. I never expected a meer eight-year-old to say something with such pain, such disgust. They are just children! And should do what childrens do best. Playing, smiling, living like there's not a care in the goddamn world! Naiveté. That's their born bliss. AndI envy that.

"Uh-um-Aki-san, why would you say something like that? If you won't believe that you have blessed the Soumas, at least believe that your existance has blessed me."

"Arigatou,Thank you. Thank you for saying that."

She beamed.It still amazes me how she can 'adapt' so fast. She has matured. But I worry that what I just told her is a lie...'Is it a lie? Well? Is it?' I asked myself.

"Because I love you, Aki-san, only you."

Her eyes started to tear up. Tiny formations of dew laced her dark lashes. At that moment, she's bijin. Gorgeous.

An eight-year-old's giggle accompanied a glowing face. Baby fat wiggled to her joy, and an innocent fire danced in those big laughing eyes. Those eyes were the darkest shade of coffee beans. Beautiful. Those eyes were nested comfortably between pale oval eyelids, and at the moment, laughter forced that pair of eyes closed, allowing the Sun's rays to cast a shadow upon those long wetlashes. Perfection at her best.

I wanted to kiss her.

I never really looked at Akito. But that evening I saw how beautiful she really was. She was such a delicate creature. So full of secrets. So interesting. That girl had me mesmerized. I wanted to know her.

I made a private promise, a promise to Akito Souma, a young girl i love.

------Five years later----

"Kureno, you remember what you said? what you told me?" Akito's dark puples darted towards me.

I pondered my answer. 'Was this a test?' I tried on an amused grin, and tried to keep things light; I don't have the energy to deal with a furious Akito.."Why Akito-sama, I have said many things! Just an hour ago I said: It is time for your medication Akito-sama, or--"

She cut me off with that glare. It was a blow, and it left a scar on my heart.

'That glare'. Thelook of disgust, angst, hatred all blended together on max. The look that over powers any man. The glare that has brought the feeling of death after death to the receiver.

I tried to recover my senses. I knew exactly what she was talking about. How couldI not?

"You know something, Kureno?"

I was afraid to ask. But I knew that she expected me to do so, and because I loved her, I have to obey. I would have died for that angel. She blessed my life.

"Akito-sama, what is it?" I forced a gentle smile, and did my best to hide my emotions.

"Kureno, your lips speak lies; liesI like"

'What did she mean?'

She smirked. I stared at my trembling hands.

"Kureno-san!"

Some voice was screaming at him, a gentle voice. Weak. Kureno lifted himself from the hard pillow. He looked back, and an oval impression bounced back into place.

It was all a dream. Kureno had a part of him that hoped that it was indeed not a dream, but reality. But there was reality, because that dream's contents were true. Everything in it happened before.

He licked his lips, and found them dehydrated, cracked.

Kureno glanced around the room with flickering eyes. His dark gaze never foundtheir target; for that voice seemed to have come from his head. Begging him. Pleading.

"Kureno-san! I need you!"

His body was erect,straining to decifer the meaning of all this, as he calls it, nonsense. But he felt attracted to that plea. It sounded so small...even cute.

Kureno mentally slapped himself for being so sick to think of it as 'cute'; A cry for help isn't something to be amused with, it was a gasp for life itself.

"DAMNIT, KURENO! HELP ME!"

'Akito-sama!' He was smacked out of sleep. Kureno ripped off his sheets, but was compelled to stop long enough to watch the white silently envelope him again. The whitness breathed out bubbles of stale air.

"Souma-sama is in trouble!" Kureno realized. He scrambled. He fell. Again. Again. He glanced back at his bed. The white sheet died there, ripped, defeated. He tried moving towards the door, but his legs wouldn't move. He knew why. 'Do I really want to see Akito-sama in distress?' he inquired himself.

'No'

He watched himself hungrily tear at his bedroom doa. He had to help save his angel.

'Your lips speak lies...'

He knew that he couldn't bear thethought of his love unhappy. In pain.Yet, he would never disobey her pleas.Damn him! Damn her for doing this to him!Damn it all!Every Goddamn thing that came out of her lips should go to Hell!

His legs moved, as if an ancient lock cracked; broken by powerful emotions. He ran. He panted. He stopped.

'...Lies I like.'

He was outside Akito's room, and silence greeted him.

Um..I don't think that was a good chapter...but I am absolutly DRY. no more ideas. (forced sarcasim) woo-hoo. well, please Read& Review, I really want to know your opinion,It really makes my day! .(stares at fingers) wow..they look...swollen .. Er...be right back..(scurries off to find sharpies)

--mAi (aka elegantSSin)