Soft and Silent: Chapter Three: Kise X OC

" Yup, just one more shot!" The photographer smiled with satisfaction, clicking away on his camera as he took photos of the image of perfection standing right in front of him. The model practically sparkled with rainbows and unicorns and made all of his fans swoon at his feet, worshipping his every movement.

" And... Done! Thank you Kise-kun!" the photographer exclaimed and patted the model on his back as if entertaining an old friend. The model, Kise, just turned to smile in gratitude at the photographer and said nothing more, returning back to his make-up studio and locking the door in silence.

As he slumped into his chair, he automatically flipped open his neon yellow LG phone, staring at the LED screen intensely.

One hundred and ninety-eight missed calls. Two hundred and twelve messages.

He sighed, tossing his phone onto the table. Of course, he was still irritated at her... Although not as much as yesterday, although he obviously wasn't going to spend his entire day worrying about her. However, every time he shut her eyes to rest, he could see her.

The tears like precious beads of love tainted with pain streaming down her face. Her palms silently resting on her lap, not a single visible attempt to cover up her tears. Her hair messily tied in a bun, strands falling along the sides of her face unlike her normal prim and proper appearance. Her legs forever straight on the bed, unable to move another step anymore. Her entire body lay so silently rigid on the bed as if she was a doll, a figurine with no life.

She had been in a car accident when they were about eighteen and she was paralyzed waist down. He feet could not no longer touch the floor or feel its soul and spirit pulsing through as she would previously, swirl around with the electricity and passion coursing through her veins. Now she was just trapped to the bed like a bird in the cage, her freedom bound to the wheelchair and bed.

More so, he had forgotten what they had fought about. He wasn't even sure if it was something big. Vague memories of the argument could barely suffice. It was something about their entire relationship or the accident or something along those lines.

Frustrated, he grabbed his phone, unable to resist that compelling urge to dial her number and give her a call just to hear her deep and cracked voice warm his empty heart. Punching in the numbers fervently, he enthusiastically pressed the call button, pressing the phone against his ear as he heard the sound of the call getting across.

A click.

Someone picked up.

" Ohayou!" Kise chirped into the phone, unable to contain his excitement. How long was it since he had heard someone pick up the phone since the last time he dialled this number? Three hours? Twelve? It seemed as if he could not remember a lot of things now, and yet, he still remembered her voice and face.

" The number you have -"the line cut off abruptly as Kise flipped his phone shut. His eyebrows furrowed as he dialled the number again only to have the same response. He couldn't understand how her number could have changed when he didn't notice at all. Totally irritated with how things were technically not progressing with him spinning round in circles, he went through all the messages that she sent him.

Friday 8.42pm

" Kise-kun, gomen (sorry). I didn't mean to shout at you... It's just... Please call me back..."

Friday 9.15pm

"Kise-kun, please call me. I've been calling so many times... I miss you so much... Please respond..."

Friday 10.00pm

"Kise-kun, I'm going to sleep soon. I'll call you tomorrow."

Saturday 12.00pm

"Kise-kun, I've just woken up. I feel really tired nowadays... Where are you?"

Saturday 1.00pm

"Kise-kun, I've left a lot of messages but you aren't responding. How are you?"

Saturday 3.00pm

"Kise-kun, I'm so sorry. Please. Please don't ignore me."

Saturday 9.00pm

"Kise-kun, please... please..."

Sunday 10.00pm

"Kise-kun, please help me... I miss your warmth so much. I cannot stand not seeing you."

Monday 9.00 am

Kise-kun, today they came to see me... But I still cannot face them without holding so much hatred in me."

Monday 11.00am

"Please Kise-kun. I cannot see the world without you. Please come.""

Tuesday 12.00pm

"Ryouta, thank you. I saw them today and forgave them. Gomen... I have to go where the path to hell leads me to..."

Kise dropped his phone onto the floor, his hand clamped over his mouth. Silent sobs echoed in the room, the reality flooding and breaking through his gates and dams he built up when she had left him. He shook his head, collapsing to the floor like a destructive heap of mess. He couldn't take the reality, so he had left it as it was. And yet, he had to open the wounds today...

He could remember the fight now. A minor thing that seemed so big and important at that time. They had fought about when he would take her out to an amusement park like how he had promised her. She had insisted on going to the amusement park that very day, but he had decided against it because he was afraid to be scolded by his manager if he was to be sighted in public with a girl and taken by the paparazzi. Now thinking back, he could've just agreed to her request. Such a small minor thing, and yet he could not fulfil it.

He could still see it. The entire scenario that lay right flat dead in his eyes.

"Ryouta, she has passed." Akashi commented coldly as he judgingly eyed his former Teiko teammate hug the already lifeless and cold corpse. He could see the weakness in his eyes, but he didn't know what better way to comfort him. The rest of the Generation of Miracles knew that Kise had been with her for five years already since they were fifteen.

They could still see her smiling and laughing with them during group outings and how Kise looked so blissful and contented beside her. She was his beacon of light in his shadows that guided him along the way, leading him from the dark. However, that light was now gone.

Her body laid in a white silk night gown, her elegance and silence so still as if death had not yet reached her and she was still in a deep slumber. The glass of water was still on the floor, the water split all over the floor but no one bothered to clear the mess up. The pills from the bottle lay strewn all across the table beside the bed, some even scattered onto the bed.

In her hand, she continued to hold her phone, a gift from Kise. It was a matching couple's phone, the type that showed how much they loved each other. The glass crystal keychain that hung from her phone was gripped so tightly in her hand that it had embedded itself into her hand, but yet her face showed no sign of agony nor pain.

Kise hugged her lifeless form, regretting how he had missed the moment to support her at her weakest. This was all his fault. He loved her so much but she had left him because he had stubbornly rejected meeting her for a month even though he knew how much she depended on him.

This was all his fault.

Kise had to face reality. She was gone, and it was his fault.

- END OF KISE X OC-

Author's note:

This may not really be a legit X OC chapter but yeah...

*applause*! I SURVIVED WITHOUT COUGHING OUT BLOOD,

:D two book updates in one day :D AWESOME!

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