Title: Wishing well
Rating: T
Pairing: KyoyaXRenge
Prompts: water spirit, water, wishing well, seduction
„Don't wander too far, Renge-chan!" the old woman yelled after her granddaughter. The girl laughed mischievously, but nodded her head. "And stay away from the well or the spirit will take you away!"
Despite assuring her grandmother that she would stay away from the well, Renge found herself in front of it. Perching her body on the edge and throwing her legs over rim. Something called to her. Wary of her precarious position she gripped the stone frame, nails digging in. From inside the sound of water moving reached to Renge's ears. She leaned in closer, her unbound hair falling over her shoulders. Underneath the water murmured little endearment like sounds.
A brush against her foot made Renge shiver. She strained her eyes, trying to see through the darkness down below. There was nothing there. However, whatever had touched her was now sliding over her calves. The water sloshed, droplets caressing her skin. Her yukata was soaked; Renge could feel the cloth dragging downwards, it's weight increased by water. Unseen hands rose to her knees; strong fingers clenched in the thin material of her garment, widening the slit. Those same hands glided to her hips, leaving behind a wet trail.
The languorous pull grew in insistence. Dimly, Renge realized that she might be dealing with one of those water spirits that dwelled in wells waiting for an unknowing innocent maiden to succumb under their charm. As if knowing the prey had figured its game out the spirit took form and startled Renge. Assuming a handsome face with striking grey eyes it caught her undivided attention. The soul climbed higher until its chin was resting on her knee; it was surprisingly solid. A shock of black hair splayed across her uncovered skin and over her yukata. Water seeped into her very being.
Marble against ivory, and the spirit curved its lips in a seductive smile. Alarms blared in Renge's mind but her hands were already untangling from their place. She couldn't help asking, "Who are you?" Her mind already knew the answer.
Pale lips parted, "I am Kyoya." And he dragged her down, down with him, into the water.
Water surrounded her; above and below water, everywhere water. Her grandmother's warnings ringed in her ears. The water drowned her as Kyoya's lips fused to hers. Her lungs burned because everything was water and the warnings were meaningless. Renge closed her dark eyes when Kyoya wrapped his arms around her. Cold and dark, she was now water.
Above the sun shone and an old woman walked the ground searching for a daughter. "Renge! Where are you child?" There was no answer to her question but the sound of whispering water from the well.
I have no excuse, I know. This is a pointless show of Kyoya's seduction skills, using Renge as the (happy and thoroughly accepting) prey. Hope you had fun.