This is honestly just a collection of random erotica drabbles, that will involve Various J-Rockers. 18+ only! If you don't like reading sex, then you really should not read this collection. Drabbles by definition, are super short writings that range...
A:N - Contains scenes of death of a pregnant woman, and mention of suicide that some readers may find distressing. Discretion is advised.
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Kaoru watched with a soul shattering scream of Bella's name, as a driver lost control of their car. It mounted the curb and smashed into her, sending her flying off the ground and slamming into the thick glass at the front of the perfume store. He watched half blind with tears, hearing the screams of bystanders all around him, as her body slid down the pane and then slumped onto the pavement unmoving. He knew instinctively, without even going near her, that she had died upon impact of the car. He felt his heart splinter and then explode into a thousand jagged pieces that lacerated his entire soul. He dropped to his knees and released a heart rending scream. His Bella. His wife. Was gone and with her, the future they had planned for them.
Kaoru came awake with a shout, his body practically flying off his mattress. He was drenched in sweat and his face was soaked with tears. He dropped his head into his hands and heaved, his sobs so strong they burned his throat.
Every night it was the same. His mind replaying Bella's death over and over again. It had been five years since she had left him and this world behind against her will. Five years, since he last kissed her lips, hugged her tightly or simply basked in her soothing presence. But he hadn’t just lost Bella on that dark day, he had lost their son as well. Two months. Two months until she had been due to give birth and then both had been cruelly stolen from him by the fates.
The driver of the car, a middle aged man, had committed suicide a few months after the accident. Even though it hadn't been his fault. His car's steering had malfunctioned. The wheel had swung wildly and then locked in place, rendering the driver unable to control the vehicle at all. His brakes hadn’t helped much either. Even though the man had been completely cleared of any fault, he still blamed himself and the guilt of killing a young mother and her unborn baby had been too much for him.
On shaking legs, Kaoru got out of bed and made his way into his apartment. He had sold his and Bella's house, shortly after her funeral because he couldn't bear to live in it any longer. Everywhere he looked, he saw Bella. In the small library that he had made for her, where they had made love on the first night they'd moved in. To the kitchen, where they had cooked and laughed together. As well as engaged in more than a few food fights. And the living room where during a winter's night just before Christmas and by the fire, on a bed of pillows and blankets, they had created their son. Everywhere he had turned, she had been there. They had been there. He hadn’t been able to cope. So he had packed up as many of their memories as possible and then put the house up for sale fully furnished and move-in ready.
He stopped in his kitchen and looked around. The apartment was home now. Somewhere, where he wouldn't find Bella everywhere he turned. He didn't want to destroy her memory. He never would. But for his sanity, he couldn't be reminded daily of everything they had lost. He hadn’t been with a woman since. Had no interest in one, not even for superficial release. He just couldn't bring himself to have another woman in his bed. Even though the bed he had now, had never been touched by Bella. It still didn't feel right. And he couldn't imagine having anyone else taking their rest beside him, or sharing their body with him.
