Essence - Ice
Title: Essence - Ice
Chapter: 4/?
Author: kiroyo
Genre: Angst, Drama
Warnings: Implied smut
Disclaimer: I own no one.
Rating: PG15
Pairing: Kai x Reita, Uruha x Reita
Synopsis: He feels, tastes, and smells of someone else.
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Uruha’s pov
I have more time for you now.
I cocked my head to the side. What? Did he break up with Kai? As much as I am relieved at that thought, something nudged me and told me it’s not so simple.
I kept silent and met his gaze, willing him to carry on.
So I went home and felt something sticky on the ground the moment I stepped foot into the house. When I looked down I saw something red. I thought it was cranberry sauce you know, since he bakes stuff every other day but it was a red trail that led into the kitchen. When I went in, he was limp on the ground. So I called the ambulance and yeah.
My eagerness vanished. All thoughts, be it conscious or subconscious, disappeared; my mind went blank. The mug of coffee I wanted to pass to him upon his arrival fell out of my grip and onto the floor. Oh god… What had Kai done? What had I done?
We don’t have to worry anymore Kou. Apparently he’s smart enough to resolve this and leave first. I don’t even have to break any news and break his heart or think of how to carry out any of this bullshit.
He laughed.
A chill ran down my spine. A shudder followed by another. And yet another. For the first time ever, his laugh gave me no warmth or anything akin to joy. The butterflies in my stomach concocted from the anticipation of being to meet him earlier immobilized and crashed down onto the pit of my stone cold guts.
He laughed?
I dropped my head and stared down at my hands which were a blur. Were they shaking or was my vision hazed from this? From his words?
Recurring pattering sensations similar to that of falling raindrops met my palms. I then realized that I myself was the source of it. My hands were both trembling and I was crying.
When I seemed to have gained slightly better control, I somehow managed to garner sufficient strength to lift my head and look at the man I love sitting across me. The man I wished so hard before to be with was leaning back on the couch, crossing his legs and smiling at me.
I quivered again. Does that wish still hold true? What does my usage of past tense mean? Was it a grammatical slip due to my current emotional state or faux pas of the truth sitting before me? Out of the corner of my eye, the caffeine and porcelain mess remained where it was. There was no evidence of anyone going near it to clean it up. It was so perfectly untouched that anyone could tell that no one bothered to even try to do so.
Kai is now in the same situation as that mug.
A jolt ran through me and I jumped so hard that my foot slid to the left and crushed a solitary piece of jagged porcelain. I blinked back my tears and stared at the pair of brown eyes meeting mine in confusion.
My foot stung from the tiny bits of stoneware now stuck in my flesh. It was bleeding. My insides froze from his cold contact cupping my face and my eyes widened upon the sudden realization that his pupils were as dark as asphalt. All these hurt and I was in pain. But these physical sensations were nowhere near to what my beating organ was feeling.
Another tear fell. His eyes twinkled and he smiled, his other hand coming up to my cheek to wipe it away.
I trembled again.