The Concealing Darkness
The curtains barely rustled as the tall lithe figure stepped soundlessly across the pitch black bedroom over to the soundly sleeping boy in his bed against the wall. He paused in his step momentarily as the boy shifted slightly in his sleep, anxious, before continuing his quiet step over to stand over the bed. The boy slept on, unworried, his spiky hair splayed out over his pillow.
Such normality.
This wasn't where he belonged.
Yet something felt so right, as he stood there in silence, happy to merely watch the sleeping figure, observe the gentle face in sleep, without having to worry about keeping up his constant facade. It was hard, yet his feelings had crept up on him, taken him purely by surprise, the shocking gentleness he felt towards someone he'd once merely considered as someone he needed to defeat.
The slightest whisper of words was muttered by the boy as he shifted in sleep once again, snuggling against his pillow. The other bent lower to hear, bracing a knee against the bed.
"... Mukuro."
He straightened slowly, a smile hovering around his lips. But it was a gentle smile, not the amused, teasing and possibly provoking smirk he usually wore. He bent once again, and brushed his lips over the sleeping boy's forehead in the lightest kiss.
"My Tsuna." He whispered.
Tsuna's frowned slightly in sleep, as though he could hear the faint sound, but the taller boy was already straightening up, withdrawing once more from him, and the feelings he knew he bore. And as Tsuna opened his eyes, Mukuro had once again faded into the darkness of the shadows, like the phantom, the illusion that he was.
In the dark room, Tsuna drew up his legs under the covers and buried his head in his arms, his heart aching as he wished for what could never be. Then he turned his head, and looked out into the moonless sky, wondering, not understanding, regretting. Too many feelings plagued his small frame.
Another day. A new day. A new leaf.
If only he could start again.
He shook his head sadly, lay down once more under the covers and closed his eyes, falling asleep to memories of glimpses of gentle red and blue eyes, and the lightest touch of lips against his forehead.
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Could have ended that better, possibly. >_> I think my endings are getting weak.
For mssekishi :3 ~ Thanks for the lovely presents and I hope this suffices in return. <3
The image I never managed to quite capture was a bit like this: the touch of a butterfly, which was the kiss. ~
Such normality.
This wasn't where he belonged.
Yet something felt so right, as he stood there in silence, happy to merely watch the sleeping figure, observe the gentle face in sleep, without having to worry about keeping up his constant facade. It was hard, yet his feelings had crept up on him, taken him purely by surprise, the shocking gentleness he felt towards someone he'd once merely considered as someone he needed to defeat.
The slightest whisper of words was muttered by the boy as he shifted in sleep once again, snuggling against his pillow. The other bent lower to hear, bracing a knee against the bed.
"... Mukuro."
He straightened slowly, a smile hovering around his lips. But it was a gentle smile, not the amused, teasing and possibly provoking smirk he usually wore. He bent once again, and brushed his lips over the sleeping boy's forehead in the lightest kiss.
"My Tsuna." He whispered.
Tsuna's frowned slightly in sleep, as though he could hear the faint sound, but the taller boy was already straightening up, withdrawing once more from him, and the feelings he knew he bore. And as Tsuna opened his eyes, Mukuro had once again faded into the darkness of the shadows, like the phantom, the illusion that he was.
In the dark room, Tsuna drew up his legs under the covers and buried his head in his arms, his heart aching as he wished for what could never be. Then he turned his head, and looked out into the moonless sky, wondering, not understanding, regretting. Too many feelings plagued his small frame.
Another day. A new day. A new leaf.
If only he could start again.
He shook his head sadly, lay down once more under the covers and closed his eyes, falling asleep to memories of glimpses of gentle red and blue eyes, and the lightest touch of lips against his forehead.
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Could have ended that better, possibly. >_> I think my endings are getting weak.
For mssekishi :3 ~ Thanks for the lovely presents and I hope this suffices in return. <3
The image I never managed to quite capture was a bit like this: the touch of a butterfly, which was the kiss. ~