A/N: The story is almost finished… Enjoy it while it lasts! PLZ ENJOY CHAPTER 9! ;3
Eh…? What is this wonderful feeling…?
The sun burned my eyes when I opened them, even though they were protected by my eye lids. My eyes twitched for several seconds before I could fully open them and focus on the lovable face in front of me.
Yoshiki…
He was sleeping very soundly. His arms were tightly wrapped around me, as if I was his precious property. Not wanting to let go of me, ever. I had no idea his arms were this muscular and burly. I squirmed around as I was wrapped in them and snuggled closer into his warm, naked chest. When he wakes up… he won't be able to hear my voice. Now as I've confirmed his condition, then I should explain this to his parents. But first…
I thought back on what I was going to give to Yoshiki as a christmas present. I'd been working on it ever since my conversation with his mother. Speaking of christmas… Maybe I can convince him today? If he accepts, then I'll have to call my parents… My apartment is quite big, so it could be the perfect place to celebrate christmas with all of us, eh? Distracted by my thoughts, I flinched when I felt Yoshiki move around in his sleep and gradually opening his eyes.
«Mm… Mornin'…» he groaned out, pulling me closer to him. «Morning to you too,» I said and giggled. He brushed my messy hair back with his hand and muttered: «Guess we're going to Hell after this, right?» «Definitely,» I replied. «Like, what should I tell Satan? "Yeah, I'm here 'cause I hooked up with my psychologist,» he said and laughed. «Come on, don't say «hooked up!» I pouted and puffed up my cheeks. «Why not?» he asked. «Well… Can't you be more romantic about it? I mean, you ARE really good with words,» I said. Ugh, I just want to smack that smirk off his face.
«Then… Confessed?» he suggested. I shrugged and suggested my honest desire: «How about "made love?" He laughed and stroked my cheek. «You're really cute, y'know that? I guess "making love" isn't that bad, but…» he mumbled. «But what?» I asked sitting up so that the covers weren't covering my upper body anymore, earning a blush from him.
«W-Well…» I showed him a smug smile, crept closer to him and wrapped my arms around his neck. «What's so wrong about saying "made love"?» I asked, cocking my head to the side. He poked his bottom lip out and finally answered: «I won't answer you, until…» He got up, picked up my sweather from the floor and handed it to me, averting his gaze. «… Until you cover yourself.»
«My gosh, you're such a baby…» I jokingly whispered and started dressing myself along with him. When I think about it, Yoshiki's suggestion was better than mine. Saying «confessed» makes it sound much more emotional, just like it really was. I snuck a peek at him and smiled for myself.
I still clearly remember his face when he heard my voice for the first time.
«Oh… Can I ask you something?» I said when I realized something. «Sure,» he said. «… You knew the entire time that you got your hearing back during the nights?» I asked. He looked shamefully down on the floor and nodded. «Yeah… Listen, I hate talking about it, okay? I really, really hate talking about my condition. I may get my hearing back during the nights, but…»
He clenched his fists and hissed out: «It's during the nights where my wound truly open up. Everything I regret and every bad thought effects me so much that I sometimes end up seizuring. Last night was the worst experience, though. After seeing you with your co-worker….»
I took a hold of his hand. «It was all a misunderstanding, trust me,» I reassured him. He nodded at me and smiled. «I know… It didn't exactly look like you liked his guts. But still… Seeing you kiss someone else made me feel so empty…» he said. My grip on his hand tightened. He felt the same way as me all along…
…
«Really, this is one of the few things I can make gracefully. Please be grateful,» he said in an exaggerated british accent when he put the pan with the eggs and bacon on his dining table. I must say, his apartment was much prettier than I expected. The walls are so pure and white, the rooms are clean and the windows are so large…
«I won't be grateful until I taste it,» I said with a sassy attitude. «Help yourself,» he said with a grin. I didn't need to hear that twice. God, I was starving! I immediately digged in after filling my plate. Huh… It's not that bad, actually. It looked like he knew what I thought just by looking at my face, so he didn't bother to ask me how it was.
«So… Have you thought about it?» I asked. He looked up at me, his mouth stuffed. «Thouh bah wah?» he mumbled. I let out a short laugh and said: «Christmas. What do you think?» «Oh…» He swallowed the load and looked up at the ceiling. God, he hasn't has he?
«… You said you wanted to invite your parents too, right?» he asked. I nodded. «They'll be excited if I say I'll celebrate christmas with my… uh…» He smirked at me and filled out the sentence for me: «Your boyfriend?» My cheeks burned in embarassment. «Are you really…?» I asked shyly. I felt a light hit on my head.
«Idiot,» he spat out at me. I looked at his face and noticed how warm his eyes were despite teasing me just now. «I've had a thing for you for quite a while now and I've finally got you. What else am I to you?» he asked in earnesty. I knew it. He really is good with words… «You're… my boyfriend,» I filled out, feeling my tear ducts heat up. G-Geez, I'm such a softie… Does it really mean this much to me that he wants to be that precious to me…? Yes, of course. He poked out his bottom lip when he noticed this.
«Aw come on, don't cry now…» he soothingly said and stroked my cheek with his fingertips. That only triggered them. I shed two large streams of tears and enjoyed the sensation of him wiping them away.
«Since you're being so sweet… Let's do it,» he accepted with a smile. My face lit up, and my heart almost jumped out of my chest. «Really?!» I blurted out with a huge smile. «Yeah. But with one condition,» he said, placing his index finger on my lips. I cocked my head to the side and he answered:
«Let's celebrate the day before christmas together. Just the two of us.»
My blood rushed excitedly. A christmas… with just the two of us? Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god! «Oh, gladly!» I blurted out again. He gave me a pat on the head and asked: «Now that that's out of the way… What would you like for christmas?»
I stopped to think for a moment. Come to think of it, I have everything I need, don't I? Well, there are some things I want, but those are only like tiny extras that wouldn't really make my life any better. «Hmm… I would love anything from you, Yoshiki,» I said, smiling at him. He sighed and muttered: «Geez… You're so…»
«It's true!» I interupted him and walked over to where he sat, ahead of him. He opened his arms and invited me to sit on his lap, which I did. «After all… You was the thing I desired the most,» I whispered, listening to his heartbeat. «Ayumi… I'm glad,» he mumbled, looking at me with gentle eyes. «However, I won't give you a present until the day itself,» I said. He shrugged and muttered: «Alright then… That's for another time. Now…»
He tilted his head to the side and planted a small kiss on my lips. «I'd like to stay with you for a bit longer,» he said, his cheeks tinted with red. «Mhm…» I breathed out, lifting my head up for another kiss, much more passionate than the last one.
Oh… I can't wait…
*THE DAY BEFORE CHRISTMAS*
«Alright… It may not be Thanksgiving, but…»
I muttered embarrased when I put the tray with the stuffed turkey on the dining table. The sun was just about to go down. My apartment was lit up with candles only and decorated with christmas ornaments and a small christmas tree with only one present; Yoshiki's present for me.
Yoshiki didn't seem to mind, though. His mouth was watering when he saw the steaming hot turkey next to the potato salad and white rice. Not the traditional christmas meal, but it was a special one for the two of us.
«My god… This looks SO good!» he moaned out. «Wait. I've got something else,» I said with a smirk and pulled out the treasure from underneath the table. When he saw the wine bottle, he chuckled at me. «Don't laugh! This is Pinet Noir! Expensive!» I pouted. Honestly, I wasn't too keen on wine. But since it's a celebration…
Yoshiki held out his glass and said: «Pour it up, baby.» I laughed at him and did as he wanted. The red substance filled the glass with quite the elegance. After filling my own glass, I raised it, inviting him in for a toast.
«Cheers!» we said in sync and clinged our glasses together before drinking a sip. Oh… This was different. It was kind of a sickly sweet taste that coated my tongue… Hmm, not that bad though. «What do you think? You laughing now?» I asked, raising my eyebrow at him. He licked his teeth and muttered: «It really tastes like… something you'd pour on a cut.»
I laughed whole-heartedly at his description. «Well then, dig in!» I said, immediately digging into the turkey myself. «Yay!» he yelled out like a kid.
With our small talk, time went by much faster than I anticipated.
…
«Are you sure…? I mean, I can open it tomorrow if you want,» I said, unsure. He shook his head and crossed his arms. «I can't wait to see your reaction. Hurry up and open it!» he pouted out unpatiently. «Alright alright…» I sighed and giggled. The package was quite small, but I didn't mind at all. I ripped off the purple wrapping paper carefully, in case it was something fragile. When I finally got a good grip on the small tube, I held it in front of my eyes.
My heart stopped beating.
«No… No… H-How did you know?!» I yelled as if I was scolding him. My hand that held the liquid matte lipstick, named «Demon Soul»; the only color that was darker than «Demon Mist». It was almost black and came out just last week.
Yoshiki laughed and explained: «I thought back on the dark lip color you wore the first time I saw you. I figured you liked dark colors, so…» This was the best present he ever could've given me! I threw myself into his arms.
«Thank you so much!» I yelled out with my eyes closed. Wait, he couldn't have heard me. I mean, he can't understand me if he can't see my lips, and the sun hasn't gone down yet. Then… it won't hurt to say anything, will it..? I smiled mischeviously and whispered:
«I love you…»
«…What?»
My blood turned ice cold. No way… I immediately opened my eyes and froze when I couldn't see the sun above the horizon anymore. The sun is down, so… Oh shit. Why the hell did I say that?! «U-Um…» I stuttered out and let go of him immediately. His eyes were widened and his mouth was half open.
«… Say it again, please…» he whispered, his hands enveloped in mine. I gulped and felt my cheeks redden. I have no choice… The cat is out of the bag. I took a deep breath and said in a low voice: «I love you…»
«Again.»
«I lo-…Mphm!»
He stopped the words from spilling out by covering my lips with his own. I felt his tongue tickling my bottom lip, making me go completely numb. So numb…
…That I don't remember what happened after that.
A/N: Next chapter will be the last one ;_; Oh well, UNTIL THEN ;3