Solitude
Intro: -QUEEN, 'Carry On'- Ho ho ho! KRIV is so beautiful! I think it's appropriate to read DD for the seventy-seven-billionth time now.
A/N: There really should be more KRIV supporters... (cries)
'Darling…I love you.'
'I'd be disturbed if you didn't.'
'Krayon, do you love me?'
'…Yes, sweetheart, more than anyone else in this dump of a world. And that's how it will be. I'll love you forever – and only you. Why shouldn't it be so?'
He smirked. And answer so predictable was being recited by the master of the unpredictable.
'You're being sentimental, dearest Raenef.'
-O-
"What the Hell do you want from me?" she demanded. Her eyes were flaring a bright red identical to her flaring strands. "I'm sick and tired of you stalking me, you devil!"
"Now, now. Try being a little more caring! My feelings, why they are hurt!" dramatically wailed the flamboyant demon.
Chris twitched. "Raenef! They're at it again!"
-O-
'Raenef, dear, I think you're the only person I've loved that hasn't made me cry.'
'Oh, so now I'm not your only?'
'That's not what I meant and you know it, darling.'
'…Only one person is worth your tears and that person won't make you cry.'
'…Are you trying to break up with me…?'
'No, dove, I'd never make you cry. And if I had the names of all who did, we'd probably be missing over half the demon council after I'm through with them.'
'…Would you ever cry over me?'
'Even if you left me, I would not. You'd be back sooner or later – sooner, preferably – and you're not the type to be unfaithful. Not to me, at least.'
'So I'm not worth your tears?'
'Would you ever really make me cry?'
-O-
"Erutis, darling, over here! Mon Cher, look at me!" he shouted, waving his hand violently about. His smile broadened by the second as the two tattoos by his eyes glittered like true stars.
Erutis growled. She was fed up with all of his yapping. She was tired of it all – when she wasn't tired, she was sick. She was sick and tired.
"Go away! You're annoying and useless! I hate you!"
-O-
'Love?'
'It's nothing.'
'Well it has to be something. I know my dearest isn't the quiet or stoic type.'
'If I was, it's crush the relationship. I mean, it would be too depressing. I can only handle so much.'
'So what's wrong?'
'…Don't you hate me?'
'What do you mean?'
'I look like a girl but I'm powerful enough to pin you down. I'm shameless; I admit like men…I'm a real piece of work.'
'…We're in the same boat, are we not?'
-O-
"Do you like me or what?" She asked, obviously annoyed. It was a question she would probably base her thoughts on the reaction.
He looked down a moment, his sapphire eyes dull. A small smiled formed and he simply glanced at her. "Or what."
"S-so you don't want to sleep with me?" she inquired. For some reason, she was let down by the reply. What more could she have wanted?
A serious expression caught him with shock. "I didn't say that now, did I?"
-O-
'Raenef, say my name.'
'…Krayon, I love you.'
He smiled. 'Will you say it again?'
'For you darling, I will.'
-O-
"Do you even know my name, dearest?" he asked one day out of the blue.
She gazed over with a disgusted look. "Of course I do, Mr. Flamboyant-Idiot-Demon-Lord."
-O-
'I love you.'
'Not that. My name.'
'…Krayon.'
-O-
"What? Were you expecting me to call you something else?"
"Of course not," he stated with a chime. He stood up to leave. At the door, he twirled around to smile. He ran out.
-O-
'Why do you punish yourself, love?'
'Punish myself? What do you mean?'
'Don't treat me like a fool, Krayon of Egae.'
'…I miss you. I've cried over you so many nights. Even when I told myself not to – that it was a matter of time – I did. Time doesn't seem to come fast enough. And still, I miss you all the much more.'
'Crying? You're punishing yourself because you cried?'
'I still remember what you told me.'
'Dear me, there have to be loops. One can cry out of joy.'
'I wasn't crying out of joy, darling! I-!'
Raenef's gaze pierced through Krayon's soul. They were much closer now. Something inside Krayon broke. For the first time, he curled up and let Raenef hold him as he cried.
'Love, I'm waiting for you. Don't cry anymore. It hurts me as much as you.'
Krayon shook his head with a weak, broken smile. 'I know, but right now, these are tears of joy.'
-O-
"You're weird, you know that? What kind of person cries themselves to sleep? You didn't even do anything with me last night!"
He was silent. As he brushed his locks in the quiet, she flopped down back into bed. He put the brush down, welcoming in sunlight by opening the curtains.
The light in the horizon was weak and dull. Nothing filled into the room and so it remained dark. He sighed, forgetting about the woman in his bed.
He was like his room – barren and dull from the missing man who left long ago. The picture of that man still hung above the bed covered by a curtain. Raenef had asked him once to take it down because it disturbed him, Krayon recalled.
Ten minutes past by and the room wasn't any brighter. This was his punishment. The emptiness that filled his soul was his punishment for ever crying over Raenef.
Afterthoughts: Ok-We… I'm depressing you now, aren't I? I'm so sorry. I'll get some fluffy-fluff into this strand one of these days…
