Like the only thing I have anything to do with Ryuga. ANYWAYS. Onto the story. I hope I get Kaze's personality right. As well as Ryuga's, first time writing him.
Good pratice.
Now I'm getting off-topic. ONTO THE STORY.
Ryuga Kishatu merely stood as the house's last light went off. It was Masamune's room, and who knows what the idiot was getting up to.
"You'll come, right, Ryuga?"Kaze's eager voice rang in his mind. "Visit me sometime, kay?"
It's not that I don't want to come over, Ryuga thought, it's more like I'm unsure about the impact all the idiots that live with her will have on Kaze. His jaw twitched at the thought.
The only thing that Ryuga actually felt pleased about was Kyoya. He wasn't here.
Kyoya hated Ryuga's relationship with Kaze, but he was away with Tsubasa and that bratty kid along with two other girls.
He took a step forward, not really caring as the wind tugged at his untucked coat. Why did he even wear the thing, anyway?
Kaze always loved to curl up with it and fell asleep on him while clutching it.
Ah, well...he smirked to himself as he nudged open the doorway.
Another small smirk flitted across his lips as he realized the group would freak out if they found it he was here.
Where was Kaze, anyway? It would...be rather...disturbing if he accidently walked into Gingka's room. Even though, that probably wouldn't happen, because the smell of hamburgers were coming from one of the rooms.
And Ryuga was straight.
There was a muffled whimper from one of the rooms, and Ryuga poked his head in, making sure to keep quiet in case it wasn't the brown-haired girl.
Even if he would enjoy their expression.
Kaze was curled up on her bed, clutching her pillow close to her chest. Her hair, well, it already caught the disease of bed-hair, but this was worse.
It poked up in spikes, covered her eyes in curls, was sprawled across the bed wildly.
"Ryuga, please, don't it me..."Kaze suddenly murmured, and Ryuga pursed his lips.
She was...oh. Back then, during the Dark Nebula.
Ryuga slowly sat down on the bed, making no move to wake her.
He actually liked when she was asleep. She had a way of curling up that he just...well, liked.
Ryuga decided to leave her alone for awhile, wandering back out in the hall, propping himself up against the wall. Why go out and come back fifteen minutes later?
Closing his yellows eyes, he quietly listened to the sounds of the house. Gingka's outragous loud snoring could be heard. Heck, if a jetplane rushed through here, Gingka wouldn't wake up, and you would still be able to hear his snore.
Idiot.
What Ryuga didn't notice, however, was green eyes blinking dizzily in the darkness, half-asleep before it slammed into him.
"What - ? Kaze?"
"Ryuga..."Kaze mumbled against him, "You came."
"I did."
Her eyes twitched under her eyelids. "Did you really...have to come in the night?"At this rate, she ewas clinging onto him for dear life.
"Yes."
She sleepily cracked open one green eye. "I dreamt of it...back then...with Doji..."
"I know. I heard your murmurs."
She glanced up at him, her grip around his waist getting tighter.
"When that happened...I thought I would be comsumed by my own darkness..."
"Kaze, if that would ever happen to you, I would find you, even in that darkness."
I rushed that end, and I feel like I messed up Ryuga. Well, Skitlez-chan, *Nods* there you are. :D
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