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It's been too long since I updated T.T I feel so giddy now that I sneaked some time to do this Cx You think I have time…? You liars, try being freshmen. See? Aha! Let's see what you can do then! Ha! :O
Soooo, this chapter is probably gonna get me the reaction I want from you about Shinji (she'sJustChanginTheSubject) ehem, yeah.
I haven't gotten any critiques on this story- isn't that partially what reviews are for? I can't be that good, right? xP
Nobody is annoyed with Mayuri's name either, so it's staying the same ^^
Okay I'll stop before I start ranting now. Last but not least this chapter is dedicated to the 'adorable' BlueberryAbsinth- who's bearing with my late replies x3
Enjoy~
Forgot to forget you
By: Farah
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V. Strangling the Truth
"…You're going?" a sickeningly sweet, shrill voice called out in a hoarse whisper, hinting a disappointed undertone.
The fair haired man, now buttoning his shirt, only nodded in acknowledgment of the woman's awakened state.
She didn't comment further, looking down at the mattress in thought, crimson clashed with crème white as locks fell around her round, plump cheeks.
He eyed her briefly from the mirror. 'What does that look mean?' he thought in thin alarm.
Some minutes later, she got up and walked to her closet, eyeing him from the corner of her sight, while looking for something to cover herself up.
Flashbacks of what had been between them some hours ago passed through his mind, as he noticed how distress took a larger portion of her irises.
Silence was always their farewell salute, so as she called his name in stern determination; he stopped his hand from twisting the doorknob and listen, eyebrows a little furrowed, at what she had to say.
"You still haven't considered my offer?" the ginger in her hair almost seeped out and tangled in her voice, as she fitted a large white sweater.
"Whey, Mayuri-chan, too eager ta have me all for yerself?" he turned around, facing her as she was wiping the smudge traces of make-up off her face. His voice was the same superficial sweetness he used with every other girl, minus the monkey at the warehouse.
"I'm just proposing help." She sounded formal, though he bet he would see the smirk that ghosted over her lips had her head been tilted a bit more upwards.
"Eeh, Mayuri~! Ya know I don' like fancy stuff, let alone live in one!" He tried his best not to glare at the wide smile she sent him as she swayed her way towards him.
"But you sure can bear with it… for me?" she said coyly, stroking his chest slowly.
Shinji couldn't take any more; he shoved her away lightly and cleared his throat, voice losing all pretense extents.
"You know your lines, Mayuri-san, I thought I made that clear until a certain stage." He eyed her coldly, the façade he wore seconds ago dissipating in thin air.
"Then when are those lines going to fade, hmm? Four months is a long enough while to stop leading me on, don't you think?" her retort was a tad too biting for his liking; no other woman could use contempt over him other than one, certain ex-fukutaichou and that was just because he had already won her heart.
'But should I let this one slip, too, I can never learn how to forget you, Hiyori…' he thought bitterly, overcome by the intense cold that washed over his bones every time another woman touched him.
He sighed, smoothing an arm around Mayuri's shoulders as he kissed her cheek in a fast notion.
"I'm sorry, Mayuri, I just need some time to myself." He said softly, not helping the way he always compared how absent a large portion of his soul had always been when the eyes he looked into weren't honey upon freckled skin.
The woman sighed, the green of her eyes contrasting with the red of her eyebrows as she furrowed them a little, before smiling heartily at him.
"As you wish, dear, just don't take too long…"she trailed off, fixing his scarf as she walked him to her front door.
He pretended to care, and pretended that the hurt in her eyes did something to provoke the humanity that barely existed in his dead spirit, so he could only but kiss her forehead in false appreciation and walk out in silence.
Tightening the red scarf he'd stolen from… her , around his neck and face, Shinji puffed hot breaths into the wool, at least he wasn't worried over having a cold for the next week.
He did not feel the wind biting at his skin, or the cold seeping through his clothes; he had already missed the feel of warmth since he came out of his room that noon.
The blond treaded down the foggy street, indulging his mind in the emptiness outside. Though he couldn't help but wonder, as the squealing of the rusty swings in the park he passed through reminded him of her pigtails, whether he would ever be able to convince her enough that he forgot…
'I'm letting you go, my sorrow I'll regret.'
'You speak of joy, like men should seek it.'
つづく
A/N: Not as long as I would've preferred :S But take what you can I guess; it breaks my heart I can't keep writing 24/7 *sniff*
Any comments? Expectations? Critiques? Or even random ramblings. Please let me know what you're thinking C;
Jana~