my first spiral fic!
Disclaimer: Kanone, er… I mean Spiral is not mine.
On with the story.
Cold, calm and composed, those were the words that could describe one Eyes Rutherford, upcoming pianist and blade child.
He chose to be like this of course. There was no way he could afford to be otherwise. It was better this way. Why harbor unnecessary emotions? They would only breed weakness, make him vulnerable.
It was a good thing he couldn't smile, an even better thing was that he couldn't cry. He liked himself this way, he was perfect, without flaw.
That's why he hated himself when he was with that guy these days.
He didn't like it when that person would wrap his arms around him, smiling that insecure smile, definitely didn't like to feel warm hands creeping up his shirt, exploring pale skin, surely didn't enjoy it when the other used to nuzzle his neck with soft, warm lips, how an occasional bite would make his head reel and knees go weak, absolutely despised the fact that his own body was unable to protest, loving every bit of the slow, sweet torture being inflicted on it.
This person could make his heart constrict with pleasure and pain. And even though he was careful not to show any of it on his face, Eyes knew it was dangerous territory. Things were getting out of hand.
This was almost an everyday occurrence. First the other boy would yell and fight and after calming down, he would do these things with Rutherford's body, all the while, searching the depths of azure for something. What it was that the other boy so desperately wanted to see, Eyes would never understand.
What Eyes did comprehend that it was wrong. He really couldn't pin-point what was wrong about the whole situation.
But then, maybe the whole situation was messed up to begin with.
In Rutherford's opinion, the other boy was hell bent on walking the path of utter destruction, it was a way of life for that person. So different from himself who just didn't want to stop believing.
And as he closed his eyes, letting the other have his way, neither encouraging, nor discouraging, not knowing what should be done to save his mentor, friend and lover, he knew that they had arrived at the crossroads, the day they would part was not far.
The moment of parting was less dramatic than he expected. No words were exchanged,
he didn't even flinch at the blade which missed his face by a hair's length. And with a swish of the white coat, the other boy was gone, disappearing into oblivion.
And Eyes couldn't help but wish that their paths would cross again.
Parting was such sweet sorrow.
( written for the time when Kanone left the group, on Kiyotaka's arrival. If u liked it, do tell me! )