ღThose Momentsღ {Ficlet/Oneshot Collection}

☪So Vivid☪►Kise Ryouta◄

There she was...

Staring inside the restaurant from the outside, through the window.

Utterly shocked.

Offended in disbelief.

[Name] was practically lifeless.

The phone at her ear was being suffocated by her trembling hand and the person on the other line kept calling out to her mute friend, "[Name]? Hello? Are you there...?"

But she was focused on something much more disturbing. Her eyes wouldn't rip themselves away from the scene before her; her lips separated in order to let some air into her lungs... because if not, she'd be biting down on her lip, purposely drawing blood.

"Sorry..." [Name] whispered shakily into the receiver. "I need to take care of something." Before her friend could question, she hung up the call and stuffed the device into her pocket. As she continued witnessing the scene merely feet away, tears began to pool at her eyes—yet a rage started to flame within her core.

In front of her was her husband... Kise was inside that restaurant waiting in line at the front to pay his bill, wearing his business suit, most likely he'd barely gotten out of work.

But he wasn't alone.

There was a woman with him, and not just any woman. Kise was happily accompanied by someone dear to her throbbing heart: her very own best friend.

That best friend was the one who practically united [Name] and Kise; she was the best friend who always cheered her on and the best friend who swore to never split up a "perfect" marriage.

But look at them now... She, the best friend, was laughing in his arms as her head threw back on his chest so Kise could kiss her temple, while his arms tightened around her body from behind.

[Name] continued to stare, widening her eyes this time to find the two locking lips. "Oh, gee...?" Everything was backwards and she could only swallow the lump in her throat. However, this was not ideal; this isn't right. Obviously not, damn!

Six years of marriage...

Six years of loving him (and only him), cooking for him, cleaning for him, stressing for him—everything for HIM. And this is how he repays the woman who's even tortured her body with birth control so she wouldn't bear the children that would interrupt their "perfect" life?

Six fucking years down the drain—for this?

Uh, no.

"You got some nerve," she hissed, marching to the front doors of the restaurant and pushed them open. She was in flames and every step on the ground was like a melting vibration to her trembling body, trembling in pure anger.

Even when she stood right in front of them, they didn't notice her presence—they just kept on showing their sweet passion with their lips.

Her patience was literally thinning by every smack and giggle that came out of her filthy mouth.

Sighing deeply, [Name] brought up her hand and aimed straight at the crown of her friend's head, grabbing a satisfying amount of her stupid hair until she was yanked away from Kise's face. Kise pulled back, surprised to see his 'lover's' pained face and darted into the stern gaze of his wife's eyes.

"[Name]!"

Said woman didn't even try saying a word; she just hardened her stare into a stern scowl—a look she never imagined to use against him— and used her free hand to abruptly shove Kise away, while she threw her friend aside, ripping a few strands of her hair in the process.