Fall from grace
By hye-kyo
Disclaimer: Standard disclaimers apply.
Author's Notes: I had a lot of things to do at work but its summer already and the air is muggy and sticky and I could not concentrate on anything. It is not a workday tomorrow for me and I was hoping I could finish a lot of stuff before the day ends but this (below) struck me and yeah, it is not much but I hope you like it.
Title: Love
Rating: T
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It was forbidden, what she wanted to do. Their god was a revengeful one and it was difficult not to believe and everyone believes, and whatever she says, whether it was logically well-put together, her arguments, no one will believe her for their god was revengeful. And everyone was afraid. Including her. But that does not matter now, for she knows she has not much time left, so as he, and she wants to love him and him to love her.
"I am," she whispers in his mouth, "I am in love."
He does not say anything, he only waits, for waiting is all he could do at this moment, he waits so he can protect her, protect her from himself.
"I know I am not…like you," she takes a deep breath and brings her hand to touch his chest, to feel the beating pulse under her touch and she almost cries, for she is different, so unlike him, and why did the revengeful god not make her like him? Or him like her?
"You are not," he finally says and puts her hand to her own chest, to show how much they are less different than what she originally perceived. Or how the world originally perceived. And these are perceptions, and perceptions are hard to change, for perceptions are rooted in dogmatic beliefs, dogmas as hard as concrete, massive and difficult to tear down, hard to scale or burn a hole through. "The only difference is that," he pulls her closer, a hand enclosing upon the hand she has on her chest, "I am a man and you are a woman. But even in that there is not much difference Kaoru."
"I might…put you in danger Kenshin," she admits her own selfishness but caresses him nevertheless, her chest against his, her flesh moulding with his, her heartbeat his, her promise of love in her mouth and into his own.
"I might as well be," he smiles despite the sad tone in his voice. And he accepts as he tells her his answer with his hands and mouth and tongue. It was once a different world, what they had. It was once so different, but he could not recall how different, he was brought into this world with all the signs of what it once had been erased. It was a lot different now, the rebellion told him, and they cannot love, for they have forgotten to love, for they follow what the revengeful god tells them, follow everything without fail, like clockwork, or something even less sophisticated than that, for the brilliant minds of men and women had been reduced to these un-brave blobs of flesh busy at making themselves acceptable, un-unique, similar to everybody. And things, he winces at the term they call people like Kaoru, they are deemed different, slaves, un-free. "I am in love," he whispers, his mouth on the underside of her chin, his heartbeat steady, moving against the hum of her own body.
"Love," she takes a long deep breath, ready to dive and fall and she clasps his shoulders as he pulls her closer still and she feels the world closing around her and her body falling into an infinite chasm, winding and winding until she shatters into a thousand shards, ready to be broken again and again. She feels free.
A/n: So what do you think?