[Echizen] Boys Like Girls [Ryoga] 6

We drift farther and farther apart. I was right all along, wasn’t I…?

“Ah…” A female voice moaned in pure ecstasy. Giggling at the tickling sensation as his mouth trailed down light butterfly touches and nips upon her cream skin.

Her hands caressed his tan bare skin coated with a slick sheet of perspiration; their hearts beating erratically under the influence of teenage hormonal urges and the scent of romantic lust.

Whispers of heated sweet nothings in her ears and he had completely succumbed to her syrupy vocals echoing his name again and again.

“Ryoga.”

The door creaked open and light filtered the murky gloom. Their heads wrapped in clouds of yearned desire had dissipated once they saw the figure standing in the light.

“Ah… Yukari---,” Ryoga scrambled away from the clutches of the twisted bed sheets and grabbed his shirt from the ground. Attempting to run after the female silhouette, she grabbed onto his hand before he flew out the door.

“Ryoga,” His hazel irises searched in slight pain down towards the dark red head on the bed who plead at him through long dark lashes, “stay with me.”

Theme #10 – Say Ah…

Song Inspiration: Swing of Lie – YUI

The phone rang constantly every few seconds, but Yukari didn’t even bother picking it up. Her lavender irises were misty as she sank down against her bedroom door and her darkened strawberry blonde hair cascaded over her eyes like a curtain.

“Close your eyes and get ready to say ah.” Ryoga winked at her.

Her fists were clenched and it felt like the whole world that they had built over the past four months was a delicate illusion that was now crumbling down at her feet.

She knew he was probably leaving excuses on her phone and she wasn’t ready to listen to his wounded tone, for fear of accepting all of him, time and time again.

“Trust me,” Ryoga said, “or are you too scared to, little miss flat chest?”

She was afraid of the hurt she was experiencing because she let her walls down, leaving her defenseless and open to heartbreak. It hurt, her chest felt as if it had been crushed, shattering into pieces that were too jagged and sharp to place back together.

Yukari was unsure of whether or not she should have listened to him. He was an unpredictable person after all.

Trust was too strong of an obligation for him, she thought. He wasn’t one to be serious or reliable to begin with. He was wild and untamed as she was his complete opposite. She played a gamble when she chose to be with him, and it seemed like she had lost this game.

Yukari huffed, clearly not in the mood for his tricks, “Fine.”

Was she considered a blind sighted fool for falling irrevocably in love with him? Or was she considered as merely a reckless greedy little girl who longed for the happiness that could be found from another person?

She could feel him clasping something cold around her neck, “okay, now open them.”

What did she see in him that made her grow such passionate affections towards him? What made her feel this way and why?

Yukari blinked down to see a silver chain with an opal pendant hanging around her neck. He grinned at her surprised expression and kissed her cheek, “Happy birthday.”

Maybe she was stupid. Maybe the love she felt were just her hormones taking over and everything they held in importance was for naught.

She fingered the necklace around her neck and tightly grasped onto the chain.

Maybe everything he said was a lie. He probably didn’t love her like she loved him, perhaps he trapped her in his web of untruth so that he could break her, while making her feel worthless and throwing her away.

“You’re really cute, little miss flat chest~”

But was he really that twisted?

She yanked the necklace from her neck, leaving a red streak across her skin and threw the accessory across the room.

“I love you.”

There was a possibility that he may have been.

“Bastard, you fucking bastard,” she screamed and her voice quivered and cracked sharply.

She rose from the ground and grabbed the photographs on her bedside table, pictures of them… pictures of him and smashed them onto the ground where glass shards littered the floor.

“I hate you, I fucking hate you,” She sobbed, grabbing the pictures from the glass, cutting her bloody fingers, “I wished I never fucking met you!”

She set to rip the photos apart, destroying their past memories in anger and shame. Tears streamed down her face in full force and the sight was blurry.

“Fuck you, Echizen Ryoga!”

… Every time you open your mouth, I know who you really are.

To be continued.