ｉｔ’ｓ ｓｏ ｅａｓｙ ｔｏ ｓｔｅａｌ．
Everything begins when the night swallows the sun, a slow snake drowning the light with its dark venom.
ｉｔ’ｓ ｓｏ ｅａｓｙ ｔｏ ｓｔｅａｌ．
uruha, kai of The GazettE
pg-13 mayhaps, au (looks like it's a sun-less world), 840w, 2nd person, first attempt!
He's too good for you. He tastes of smoke and wine and metal and too much salt, the flavours that your tongue has never taken a liking to. The first time he came around with his guitar, you asked for a name. I don't have a name, he said. You asked again, hoping that the night is dark enough to cover your burning face.
Names are much like small ripples across deep waters, he said and you must have thought, god what am I getting myself into. But before you could ask again, he cut in with a quick, name's Uruha.
Your real name?
No.
Nothing else was said that night.
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He said he imagined how it'd be like to set things on fire. Said he'd be creating a new sun. Then he started to fiddle with his lighter and you told him through quiet, slow syllables, That's dangerous, isn't it?
He grinned, and you were convinced that there was nothing more dangerous than his teeth.
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Why are you here?
You could have saved yourself the pain by telling the simple truth, because I want to see you. Or you could have given a more complicated answer like: every morning I wake up to the night and I feel terribly cold like a thousand vampire bats have sucked every drop of blood out of me while I was asleep and I need someone to flood my veins with life again if that is even possible.
Or maybe it was still easier to stretch a pale smile and say, because I'm waiting for the sun to come out again.
They were all truths, but some truths are more whole than others.
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He plays his guitar like he plays your heart, striking gentle chords most of the time. The bench is big enough for two, but you always sit at a bench further away, somewhere without a street light shining nearby.
Kai?
You almost choke on air. Y-Yeah?
Sit here.
When you settle down next to him, he puts his guitar aside and crosses his legs slowly, uncrosses them again, crosses them again, left leg over the right this time. You try not to stare at his legs. You steal glances at him. You don't know that he's stealing glances at you too because it's a little too dark to see.
Two thieves, one bench.
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When do you think the sun will come out again?
Whenever it wants to, I guess.
Do you think it'll ever appear...
Conversations dissolve into monologues on your part that seem to go on and on, faster and faster, until meaning is drained completely. You never knew you could be this talkative and when you're done, you're like a balloon stolen of breath, your limbs hanging by your sides uselessly, your joints feeling like they're coming unhinged. You run your tongue across your bottom lip and swallow regret. He watches you sag in your seat, then sticks a cigarette between his lips and continues watching you quietly. It feels like someone pushing an icicle into your chest,
inch
by
inch.
Maybe after this he'll never want to see you again, or maybe he wants to wait for you to leave. You always knew that you were never good enough for him anyway (but why). And he has too many different silences that you don't seem to will never understand.
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... Uruha-kun?
He doesn't respond for the fifth time, so you snatch his wrist from the guitar.
Uruha.
He's staring at your fingers. As if in reaction to his intense stare your fingers curl and twitch and under the dim street lights they look like they're broken.
Hey-
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It's so much easier to detach yourself from things you want and can't have when you don't exactly know what you want. That's the only thought running through your mind when the kisses travel down your collarbone. So much easier to forget what you really wanted all along.
When he uses his teeth, you wonder briefly if he thinks the same way. When you reach for his heat it scalds you and he gasps. You smile to yourself. The stars are colliding and breaking apart, falling onto skin like cold sweat.
The only thing that is real and true is the body.
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Kai.
Yes?
That's not your real name, is it.
(it's the only thing left that is yours)
You smile, because you don't know why he says the things he says or doesn't say. Smile, and then change the topic quickly before... before something happens. Although, isn't that what you really want? To stop making ripples and finally dive into the waters?
You decide that you might drown after all. He would probably watch you sink and you would never know his real name.
That guitar. Where did you buy it?
He slides a finger down the neck of the guitar, leans back and looks at the sky through half-opened eyes. There's still no sun.
Didn't buy it, he grins. Stole it.