Monday, April 13, 2009

In the stillness of the night

Title: In the stillness of the night
Pairing: Yamashita Tomohisa and Horikita Maki

In the kitchen you pour another cup of coffee and shrug the feeling of someone watching your every move. The old table cloth creases as your cup touch the soft pink material and you feel ill at ease. You check your phone for any messages and let out a sharp breath as you see nothing but the image of the spring cherry blossoms you usually use as wallpaper.

The heat of the coffee scalds your tongue as you take a sip and somewhere you hear the twelve tick tocks of an old grandfather clock announcing the stroke of midnight. Your skin feels the change in atmosphere as the once warm temperature turns cold and the area surrounding you almost freezes to a zero. You let out a soft huff and marveled at the smoky icy air you see. You automatically wrapped your arms around yourself in a feeble attempt to combat the sudden barrage of cold wind that invades your home.

The eerie sound he creates as he approaches makes your spine tingle and you watch as he glides on your living room floor, his feet barely touching the pale white carpet covering the ground. From your position you see nothing but a white figure clothed in a dark garment designed to make him more mysterious than he already is.

You stand still as if hypnotized as he calmly raises your chin and delivers his usual kiss which always feels like sandpaper. Your senses go overtime and yet you still cannot taste him, his body still feels like a solid rock which cannot be broken or scratched. You are irritated and you want nothing more than to press yourself against his cold body and make him feel the steady blaze of blind heat he elicits from you. Blood rushes through your head and makes you dizzy, his tongue finds its way inside your mouth and it feels coarse and wild and rough and you know you are the only one who feels that way.

He releases you and his eyes are the color of warm sunshine but you’re aware that it is nothing but a mere illusion he crafts to make you feel at ease around him. You are not comforted, you want him, the real him. Not this false imagery he portrays whenever he is around you. Your eyes pleads, I want to be like you. Make me be like you.

He shakes his head no and you know he’s giving you the same excuse he’s always given. I don’t want you to be like me, my world is far different than what you are used to.

You feel angry, helpless, how can you be together forever when he insists on you living in the colors of bright sunshine while he slowly wilts in the shadows of darkness?

Tomohisa, please. You hear yourself whisper as your fingers caress his oddly smooth cheek and you smile sadly as he takes your palm and places it on his chest, where his heart is supposed to be. You hear nothing. Not one beat, your gaze falls on his neck where the veins do not show and you wonder how someone with no pulse can love so deeply that it consumes your entire being.

He smirks as he follows your line of vision, you won’t find anything there, he says as he drops an all too familiar kiss on the crown of your head. Two of his fingers slowly touch the racing pulse below your right ear and your lips opens in a silent scream as he lowers his head and his sharp teeth penetrates the sensitive skin on your neck. You close your eyes as you feel the drops of warm blood drip from the open wound and you enclose your arms around him, refusing to let go.

Maki. He calls your name brokenly; you’re too good for me. You whimper in reply and before you know it, he is gone and you are left alone in your quiet apartment with your arms wrapped around yourself. You are vaguely aware that in the few minutes he was there, he left no trace of any kind. You collapse on the wooden floor of your kitchen and cry silently to yourself because you know you will never see him again.

Outside the wind settles down as the young man silently takes his leave. His tongue lick the blood off his cherry lips and while he knows that he can never hear it again, he still places his right hand on his left chest and pretends that the dull ache he feels is the breaking of his own heart.

4 comments:

shingung said...

waaaahh...it is sad..but i like it.....

nice one c0rin...makes me crave for more...hehehehe

c0rin said...

Not sad at all. Well. Not sad enough at least? Lol

theonlydoda said...

agree on shingung. yes. kinda sad. maki sure crying all night. lol. nice one. seriously, ur english is superb dude! i wonder i write good english as yours. my english sure pass with fying colours. A++. haish...

c0rin said...

huh? i'm failing english actually. HAHAHAHA?!