Diamond Eyes
Pairing;
YuffiexRiku
Summary;
I hope you never fade, as
you drift through my veins.
I guess you could say she was like a drug. One I was dangerously addicted to.
I just couldn't have enough of her. As if tomorrow would never come if she wasn't with me. A part of me. She wasn't a pill—no. Pills were much too easy to get a hold of and much too easy to take. Retrieving her would be a bigger challenge. She was one I was willing to die to get my hands on. And I loved when I had her. I also loved the pain that came with loving her, but it all felt so good together, it was perfect and unexplainable.
Her footsteps neared. I reached out my arm and pulled her into the alley just as she was about to pass by. I couldn't afford to be seen by anyone in town. Everyone in the universe wanted me dead right now and I couldn't risk being spotted in Traverse Town. Not that I was worried about being killed, no one here would be able to anyway, but I don't need to be causing a scene. I just came for her. I quickly cupped my hand over her mouth; the scared expression left her face once she registered it to be me.
"What are you doing here?" She whisper-yelled.
I smiled, "I wanted to see you. I had to see you." I restated, kissing her several times. I kissed her neck and brushed my lips along her jaw line. I kept kissing her. Kept caressing her. I tasted her skin—finding it to be irresistibly sweet, only tempting me to bite her. "I missed you." I said into her ear.
She remembered suddenly, and pushed me off of her, "Why'd you leave without saying good-bye?"
I studied her face and adverted my eyes to the cobblestone ground beneath my feet. I couldn't tell her why. She'd hate me. She was the last person I wanted to hate me right now.
"Well?" She shifted her weight onto her left foot and placed her hand on her hip. She only did this when she was annoyed or running out of patience. I hoped she hadn't run out of patience with me. Who would put up with me, if not her? Well besides Maleficent, anyway…
"Yuffie…I'm sorry—" I started.
"So you're not going to tell me."
"—I can't. Not now anyway.."
She frowned.
I smirked, knowing she hated it when I did. She pushed me against the brick wall and pressed her lips, hard, against mine. I had it now. The explanation, I mean. It was pure ecstasy—a natural high, having her so close to me. My lips on hers, her hips pressuring mine, myself allowing her small body to pin me to the wall. I probably would have fell at that moment if she had let go. If she weren't supporting me, keeping me this high I probably would have collapsed. Fainted. Maybe even died, if I was forced to go on too long without her.
Was there treatment for this?I doubt it. But why would I ever want to recover from Yuffie?
It hurt to love her and twice as bad not to.
Life was just meaningless after you've had her.
"I love you." She whispered, holding my face.
"So you're not mad at me?" I breathed.
She socked me in the arm, "Of course I am! You just disappeared. I didn't know if you were coming back or not."
I cringed and smiled weakly, "Trust me. I couldn't stay away from you if I tried."
It seemed I just needed her all the time. If I didn't have her in my system, I'd feel sick and my insides just died. Was it possible to have withdrawal from the lack of someone? Maybe it wasn't just any person. Perhaps it was just her. She was my chemical romance.
Riku being addicted to oxy,
Oxy-cottonYuffie.
Weird, I know.
This came from pure b o r e d o m
&&is the result of listening to
too much Hawthorn Heights.
© Square-enix.