Illusions (13/?)
Title : Illusions (13/?)
Rating : NC 17
Pairing : Ruki x Kai
Theme : IV - 13 - Toothbrush
Summary : “Did you use my tooth brush again?!”
A/N : I have entered the shit period at work where we go back at 3-4am.. so yeah.. I havent have much time to write. Updates will be slower... ^^: C&C welcomed. This is from Kai's POV! ^^
Past chapters
Chptr 1, 2 , 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12
I threw my bag on the couch, padding to the kitchen to get myself a glass of water. Feeling the starting of a headache coming along, I then made my way to the bathroom, praying that I still have some aspirins lying around. As I dug around the cabinet for the bottle, the bright blue below caught my attention.
It was a toothbrush. It wasn’t just any toothbrush. It was his. I forgot about my search for the painkillers.
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“Did you use my tooth brush again?!”
A non committal grunt answered my question from the kitchen. I made a face at the still wet toothbrush, debating on whether to use it or not. I debated on personal hygiene versus personal hygiene. Grumbling still, I cursed the blonde monster softly under my breath as I quickly brushed my teeth before dumping the toothbrush back on the holder. I pulled on a clean t-shirt as I left the bathroom in my drawstring gym pants.
“How many times have I told you not to use my toothbrush? It is really unhygienic to have two person use the same toothbrush. It is revolting and it is…”
I silenced at the simple breakfast prepared by him all laid out on the table. A traditional Japanese breakfast, a bowl of fragrant white rice accompanied by a small plate of nattou and fried egg. There is even a bowl of steaming miso soup. Ruki stood next to a chair, holding it out for me, his customary smirk on his face.
“How… what… when…”
“Sit first”
I mutely followed his instructions, sitting down in the chair that he held out for me. His breath tickled my cheek as he leant down behind me, his arms wrapping around my chest, kissing my neck.
“You like?”
“Yes but…”
My inquisitive nature was subdued when he turned my face towards him, his surprisingly soft full lips meeting mine, my fingers curled around his wrists, letting him deepen the kiss for minute longer before he pulled away, our breaths both slightly erratic.
“And how is this different from sharing a toothbrush?”
I pouted at his logic as he pecked my nose once before he darted off to sit opposite me.
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I reached for the blue toothbrush, holding it between my fingers. Why is it that when a relationship ends, someone may take all their things away but they often forget this? Something which may be cheap in value but then brings back bittersweet memories. My hand hovered over the small plastic bin near my foot for a full second before finally dropping it back at the holder. Not yet.