Corrupted Dreams

Dressed in Red

"Black, black... black." I listed off the colors of the clothes assorted in Shirou's closet as he stood leaned against the closet frame beside me, playing with a strand of my blue hair. "Black, black, and more black." I glanced over at him. "You can be a very bleak man, you know."

"It's not all black." He scoffed.

"Ah! Yes," I grabbed a shirt sleeve. "You've got a red shirt as well, how original. And what's this? A black shirt with a blue tint?" I clicked my tongue. "Careful, you don't want to get too colorful."

He chuckled, letting go of my hair to instead wrap his arms around my neck. "Will you stop making fun of my closet? I thought you liked me in black."

"I'll admit, you do look sexy in black, but that doesn't mean it has to be all you wear."

"At least my fashion sense is better than yours." He pinched the front of my shirt. "What? Are you in competition with a rainbow?"

"Hey, hey, no reason to turn on me."

"Don't insult my wardrobe, and I won't insult yours."

I pressed my forehead against his. "I'm just saying you could use a little more color."

"Oh, I think you are all the color I need." He hugged me closer, kissing me gently.

When we broke, I stayed in his grip, a smirk sliding onto my face. "Still, I think you could look sexy in something other than black." I didn't wait for a response before pressing my lips back onto his. The embrace became heated, driven mostly by me. Somehow, I felt that taking advantage of these private moments would lessen my need for him in public. It never worked, revealing to me that this wasn't a sexual craving for him. All I wanted was to love him without fear, and for him to do the same to me. This just happened to feed my desire for him.

Parting my wet lips from his, I sighed, letting my head drop into Shirou's shoulder. Arms wrapped around his neck, I tucked my face into his neck. My motivation to do anything but this quickly ran from me. "What's wrong? Are you tired?"

"Mmm, no." Inhaling, I breathed him in. "Just, Emiya...?"

"Yes, Cu?" I smiled when he said my name, his arms better securing me. Pulling my head back, I looked at him. Part of me had been putting off this question, but it seemed the only thing I could think of now.

"Emiya..." I pulled my lips tight. "By chance have you reconsidered, about... hiding what we have?" His eyes were unreadable as I spoke.

"Is it bothering you that much?"

I would've responded but a knock sounded on Shirou's door. Shirou shoved me into the closet giving me a clear answer, but at least he pushed me gently. Though it stung, being enclosed in a room with clothes that smelled of Shirou wasn't exactly horrible. I happened to fall into one outfit in particular.

***

Moving from the closet where Setanta now was shoved into, I went to the door, guilt still stinging my gut. I'm not sure if the intruding knock saved me from the moment or made it worse. With a sigh, I pulled open the door. "Yes?"

Fujimaru was there, his eyes widening slightly as I opened the door. "Oh, sorry Shirou, I didn't think you'd be sleeping."

"No, I--" I suddenly became aware of my disheveled state. "Nevermind. What did you need, Master?"

"Oh, I came to tell you about a mission this week."

"And I presume you want me on this mission."

"Yes, the support team."

"Is it a singularity, or a supply run?"

"Supply run, though this one won't be like the typical. It'll be a heavier mission, if you're up for that?"