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“I don’t want to be forgotten.” I said to her. She was laying across the couch, her head in my lap. I was half listening to the television, some news program that I couldn’t understand in the first place attempting to tell me about world events. She turned onto her back and looked up at me blinking behind her oval-shaped glasses that she wore for reading and watching television. They were certainly very fashionable, she looked cute in them.

“I will never forget you.” she smiled widely and curled into a little ball once again, her hand absently stroking the inside of my thigh. I went back to stroking her hair, ebony engulfing my fingers as if it were a small ocean all its own. She sighed and spoke up again, her fingers arching slightly before releasing my leg. “Kiss me.” I felt my jaw slack a bit.

“Kiss you?”

“Yes.”

“Well, okay then.” I shrugged and bent over slightly as I licked my lips and pressed them together. I expected her to turn her head, but she did not. Instead she tipped her head a bit, causing her hair to slip away from her neck. I kissed her there allowing my lips to brush over her skin softly. My right hand had come to rest upon her side and I felt her breath catch in her chest. Adrenaline coursed my veins, I knew it because my heart sped up.

“So gentle…..perfect.” she turned to look at me as I began my retreat; however, she had lifted an arm and caught the back of my head. “Kiss me.” and I did so, her lips full and flushed against my own. It made my heart race as the tip of her tongue emerged to trace the outline of my lips. I reveled in it and began to let my hand slide across her abdomen. She tensed immediately but her lips worked against my own, coaxing me to coil my tongue with her own.

I desperately wanted her to get up, even though I wanted to kiss her more. I was afraid my growing erection would disturb her and it made me squirm slightly beneath her head. As if she had read my mind, she began to sit up; however, it could have been because I was straightening up slowly to goad her away from my lap. Whatever the reason, she was sitting up and reaching across to the end table where she meant to leave her glasses behind.

“I’m scared.” she spoke the words quietly as she straddled my legs and looked at me, biting her lower lip slightly.

“Of what?” my hands were already sliding up along her sides feeling the cotton of her shirt beneath my touch.

“The way you make me feel.” I could feel her shiver and her heart thud against her ribcage. I could feel it beat against my hand. I brought my hands toward me, letting my fingertips trace the outline of her breasts resting within the cups of her bra. Her face reddened.

“Do you want me to stop?” there was a quiver in her voice and she shook her head, letting her eyes flutter closed.

I hardly heard the soft words float across the distance to me, “No.”

She helped me undress her, though she never looked at me the entire time. She looked so nervous, unprepared for where her emotions had taken her. I whispered my question to her again, watching her chest rise and fall perfect nipples follow the motion of her short breaths. “Do you want me to stop?”

“No…..it’s okay.” her voice was a soft soprano that held a certain amount of vibrato. She inhaled as it all took place, she guided my tip into her. I went slowly, letting her relax around me before I continued forward. She exhaled when I withdrew, afraid I was hurting her. Her eyes were slitted as she looked at me, her lips finding mine again. I could feel her hands pulling my hips to her, this time she seemed more relaxed as she brought her hips to meet me. I kissed her neck as our bodies came together, I listened to her breaths quicken and become more shallow. She murmured something as she broke our kiss, her hands gripping my forearms. I ignored her nails biting into my skin and filled her more deeply. For a moment she gasped, bits of unintelligible words escaping her lips as her body quivered and rocked against me. I watched her flushed face, skin glistening from exertion. I did not leave her, instead I remained within; feeling her throb around me. “You make me breathless babe.”

“Do you love me?” she listened to her voice echo off the walls of the empty apartment when she caught her breath. It left a hollow feeling behind as she then silently allowed her fingertips to slip along the damp folds of skin between her legs. She had forgotten for a moment as her chest expanded that she was alone.

“Of course you love me.” she turned her head aside, looking at his picture upon her nightstand. She came to rest on her right and brought her knees closer to her chest while smiling softly at his image. He had the brightest smile she had ever seen, though it was rare that he displayed it. She listened to her heart as it beat heavily within her ribcage, she imagined him spooning her slender frame with one arm draped over her. Tentatively, she brushed strands of ebony from her face and allowed her eyes, like perfect tipped almonds to slowly shut.

Her mind drifted to the days before, he came to visit with his bright smile and gentle voice. She could hear him speaking in her mind, stern tone reminding her to be careful while cutting vegetables. “Don’t cut yourself dear, I don’t want to take you to the emergency room. Besides, if you pass out I don’t speak your language.” She roused herself from the vivid dream by giggling. She missed the smell of his cologne, but it lingered still on what she had designated in her mind as his pillow. Her leg rose from the mattress and carefully came to rest upon it as she hugged it closer.

“You make me….” her voice murmured off into silence as her weary body drifted off to sleep. The pillow soon became warm, just as he was warm when sleeping in her bed. He made her breathless with the way his fingers ran through her hair, the way he traced the small curves of her body as if she were the most beautiful and fragile thing in the world. She loved that about him.

“You can tell me to stop…..” she had closed her eyes, she must have looked nervous to him. She was though, she wasn’t used to the way he made her feel; his touch gliding over her skin as if she was made of satin. Goose flesh rippled along her body when he brushed his touch around her breasts.

“No…..it’s okay.” She gripped the pillow tighter as her breath caught in her chest. She shivered beneath the light sheet that covered her and finally settled down. “You make me breathless babe.”

The first taps of rain upon the smoked glass made their presence known as she curled her figure into the frame of the window. Her eyes watched as the random droplets of water made their way to the sill and speckled the glass. She fit perfectly within the frame, left foot propped upon the side of the frame; her right leg curled to rest her foot upon the inner sill. The lazy patter of rain quickly rose to a rhythmic tip tap of water upon glass and stone. Her body shivered slightly as the glass that her bare shoulder pressed against cooled from the rain. A slender arm curled upward, fingers splayed as the hand moved through the mane of ebony hair. She raked it away from her face, pulling thin strands of hair from just barely olive skin. She took a breath and tipped her head aside, resting it upon the glass as she thought

She turned canted eyes upward head rocking slowly aside to look at the fissures that ran haphazardly along the pane of glass above. The back of her hand wiped away the crimson trails left behind by her tears, she barely glimpsed at the streaks created upon surreally perfect flesh. She released a strained laugh that died within the dead apartment to her side. How those fissures mimicked her heart and if she even still had one, her soul. An idle thought flitted through the mourning mind of the broken girl, she had always meant to fix that window. Her tongue, without goading from her own mind slid across her lips it did nothing but hint at the coppery presence of blood; blood that was not her own. Slowly, she coiled her tongue about the newfound canines. Momentary anger welled within her, but it died away; just as her struggle had died away in the alley when this all went horribly wrong. It was exactly as the struggle had died away when she fed from the man now laying cold on her living room floor. His flesh was as ashen as the sky just before she was killed, before her entire way of life was obliterated. They had destroyed her. They had destroyed what He loved. He would never come back, it was over.

Languid motion forced her head to set upon the window frame. Coming to rest, she draped her arms about her bent knees, both feet coming to rest upon the sill flat. Her mind entered a tumble, darkness, the rain took her away. The body on the floor was gone, the loathing was beginning to vanish. There was really only the rain, just like home. She took a breath, the slender torso of the girl expanded as her lungs were filled needlessly. Home. Her mind rebelled for a moment, reminded for an instant of the dried blood on her lips. Finally, she came home; the rain was pelting her hair.

The moon had risen nearly to its zenith before I woke. He held me as if I would break.
His knee rested between my thighs, he was like a child. I curled my fingers against him, tipping my head back in the same instant, blinking away tendrils of shadowy darkness left from my sleep. I heard the soft hiss of my nails as they grazed his flawed flesh. He was imperfect, and yet he was perfect. His anger gone while he rested, as peacefully as a baby. I watched him, unbreathing unmoving caught in between death and life. He shifted slightly, arms tightening slightly only to once again treat me as if I were glass.

I rose, leaving him to lay alone my eyes gazing upon the man. One hand, almost nervously pushed away the annoying thin strands of blue-black sliding them behind my ear. The air warmed my flesh soft steps padding toward fallen clothing only to step over it. I opened a door, and within placed my hands upon silken fabric to cover myself. The touch of silk, how it was like him but ironically so unalive. Again, I approached him, coming to the edge of the bed. Like seeing the sunrise for the first time, I watched him sleep my fingertips drawn to old scars caressing them as if I could make them disappear.

“They will always be…let him alone.”

The shadows seemed to melt away from her as she stepped from the doorway into the darkness that loomed outside. The lanterns that burned dimly along the cold exterior of the courtyard were intensified by the snow that had already gathered upon the stone floor of the temples training ground. She silently, upon bare feet stepped through the cold compacting flakes to stare at the moon that had just barely parted the heavy cloud cover. She was consumed by the gently falling fragile flakes of snow as they salted her hair and lingered upon her lashes.

A silent figure on the edge of lantern light watched the frail figure of the woman, her kimono a sullen grey to match the clouds that had only recently allowed the moon to look upon her visage. From the shadows the interloper gazed upon her, pale face tipped back to catch snowflakes upon her slowly curling tongue. She took no notice as the observer’s outline gained shape within the dim flickering of the lanterns. He left behind the tell tale mark of zori within the snow as it gave in to his weight.

“I love the snow.” her voice was a soft soprano that floated on the night breeze to fall eventually silent on the snow. She turned her head to peer at the approaching figure which paused to gaze upon her. She smiled as ebony wisps of hair caught in the light yet chilling breeze pulled from the bun that kept the curtain of black from her shoulders and atop her head. She hugged herself as the armed figure approached once again.

“The morning grows close. You should rest Utada chan.” the voice was stern, but it was but a mask to the caring tone that hid beneath. Square jaw and narrow eyes peered upon her, and still she smiled. Silence began to grow tangible before she moved, stepping away from her love, her warrior. She left him to stand there, his left hand resting upon the weapon that never left his reach. She admired him a moment as she paused upon the threshold of the temple entrance, adoring him she dropped her eyes slightly in deferrence.

“The others sleep already. Won’t you come?” the curt nod sent her moving again. Still she smiled.