Dedication: For Animegoil, since she pointed out that there wasn't enough emotion in the last chapter, and Mizu-Tenshi for pointing out that it seemed rushed (which is was). I've taken some time over this one, and hopefully you'll both like this one a little better ;;
The song is Yesterday to Tomorrow, Audioslave.
Forsaken part four
The day goes past in a blur. There's much explaining, introducing and arguing to be done; we spend the time just as we have for the past two years - him baiting me (with aid from the manjuu) and me rising to it every time.
It's only later, much later that it all finally becomes real to me.
After joining our bodies, drowning ourselves in passion, I hold him in the comforting warmth of our mutual afterglow and realisation hits me:
He's come back to me. He's staying.
Staring down at him I feel a sharp, sudden agony explode in my chest and my eyes sting - it's his beauty, I tell myself: he's so beautiful that it burns. I bury my face in vanilla-scented hair and let tears fall into pale locks. He must feel the dampness in his hair because he pulls back, looking worried.
"Kuro-sama?" He asks, blue eyes filled with concern. He wipes my tears away. I try my best not to shake, to be strong even though pain, anger, relief and joy are waging a war within me.
"This is the second time in three months you've made me cry," I scowl, trying to blink away the pain and bury it in anger.
"I'm sorry." His voice is soft but serious. He doesn't have to explain because I understand - he had no choice: he had to face up to his past before we could properly begin our life together. I know he had to do it but it still hurts. He still left me. He looks at me but I won't allow our eyes to meet, not when tears still fill mine. A slim finger traces the planes of my face; jaw, cheekbones, nose, brow. "I wondered if you would wait for me," he murmurs, his fingers still memorising my features. "I wondered if I was worth waiting for. Even if you hadn't waited I had to come and thank you; you gave me the strength to let go of my past."
"You wondered if I'd wait for you?" I snap. "What the hell else could I do? I couldn't get you out of my mind!" I'm shouting, my temper breaking free of its tenuous leash. "If you hadn't come back, I'd've spent the rest of my damned life pining for you!" My fingers dig into his shoulders; I must be hurting him but he doesn't flinch. "You haunt my thoughts," I whisper harshly. "You own my heart. I could never love anyone the way I love you."
His eyes close for a long moment and then his lashes flutter. "He almost killed me, you know." Blue eyes are open but unfocused as he replays what happened in his mind. "I almost didn't get up when his last attack knocked me from my feet." His eyes catch mine and hold them. "But then I thought of you. I made myself get up because being with you is all I ever wanted." We stare at each other for a long moment before my heart twists at this new knowledge: I almost lost him for good. I pull him to me tightly.
"You bastard. Don't you ever leave me again."
"I won't," he promises, then his lips capture mine and the kiss sends me reeling. "You're my happiness," he whispers, our lips still touching so that I feel his words as well as hear them. "I'm not letting go of you again."
Calming down I pull back, chasing my breath before devouring his mouth. There's nothing that matters in the world but him and I: it turns only for the two of us.
I lower him to the bed again but this time we make love rather than just satisfying our lust.
When he returned I couldn't believe my luck but now I see it has nothing to do with luck: everything between us was meant to be. What brought us together, the first time and now, was hitsuzen.