Undisclosed Desires

23. U Are My high

"Aren't you going to take a hit?" His voice murmurs through the cigarette in his mouth. Buckling his pants, watching you examine all the bright color options.

"What do all the colors mean?" You curiously ask. It was the plan, coming to Labyrinth, getting physical evidence of whatever they were distributing, and leaving.

You just got momentarily sidetracked with the hot man with the snake tattoo. Regardless, you got the drugs.

"The intensity level."

It's pretty self-explanatory. The pastel colors seem much friendlier to ingest versus the red color with the biohazard-like sticker.

"And Labyrinth is the only place I can get them?"

Your question made his head turn sideways with curiosity. You were being too pushy.

If you were there, like you said you were, you would have been flying high right now with the number of drugs in your lap, not asking questions.

You knew the probability was high, taking the drugs you were seeking, but you hoped to avoid it.

Peeling off the wrapper, you prepare for the unavoidable head-spinning to follow.

"Whoa, there." He stops you, clasping your wrist before you can put the candy in your mouth. "Only half." Sitting in the bed beside you, he splits the drug in half, simultaneously putting it in your mouth and his, stopping you from fully ingesting the purple candy.

"Master Kiyoomi, is there a concern in your voice?" You tease him.

"I could care less how much you take." Says bluntly. "But considering that half of half made you collapse on the dance floor. I'd say half is more than enough. Plus, I'm not in the mood to babysit a fucking acid trip." The sound of the door slamming as he walks away echoes in your ears.

His words were cold, even his actions seemingly uncaring about you possibly overdosing, making your body sting a little. The lump in your throat that was slowly growing is halted by footsteps coming back into the room.

"Drink it." He demands, sitting on the edge of the bed, handing you bottled water. His gaze was always as if he was analyzing you. Always with a hint of concern in his eyes that he tries to hide. Examining your bruised body as his fingers twitch as if he wanted to caress the purple tint he caused you. He bluntly spoke like he didn't care, yet his actions screamed with aching emotion he didn't know how to properly project.

Like the Yin and Yang snakes on his body, Kiyoomi is hot and cold.

You fiddle with his knuckles, tracing the letters tattooed on his skin. With his furrowed eyebrows, he momentarily twitches at your touch. But his hands remain still, allowing you to touch him.

There is silence as you laser focus on his tattoos, tracing them in your mind and with your fingertips. There were so many questions you wanted to ask him, but at this moment, nothing is as important as memorizing all of his tattoos. Your eyes become heavier, your speech seems slightly sloppy, and time moves slower, "Are you afraid of the germmmmmonster?" You mumble, trying to keep your body upright. Holy shit, this works fast.

"Germs are disgusting." He responds, notching your swaying body.

"That why you cover your face? Dont cover your face. It's a cute face." You pinch his cheeks, causing him to groan at your handiness. "Ope. I gave you the cooties. SORRY." You gasp, covering your mouth. "Here, I'll kiss it better!!!" Focusing on his slithery friend on his cheek, right on top of the snake's forehead, you place your kiss.

The giggles erupt from your lips as his stern face turns into various caricatures. Bubbles shaped as animals surround him, making a "pop" noise as your fingertip touches the imaginary bubbles. "Waitamintue. Germs?! But the tongues."

Somehow, your nonsensical speech made sense to him, even though he didn't respond. He also wondered the same thing.

Kissing is repulsive. Tongues are germ-invested organs that should not be intertwined together. Admittedly, Kiyommi kissed you to get answers. He knew it would drive your body to the edge as his tongue swirled your mouth.

But that only explains the first kiss...the others he doesn't have an answer to. All he knew was your lips looked soft, felt warm pressed against his mouth.

"Will you kiss me again?" You curiously tilt your head to the side, like when puppies hear the word treat. It was an honest question, not a cutesy flirty one. It was as if you were genuinely confused. Like you didn't know if he'd ever kiss you again.

Kiyoomi's rainbow-colored eyes stare at you as your body tries to inch closer to his face. With puckered lips, your body moves—in the wrong direction. Instead of inching forward, the heaviness of your state makes you fall in sideways towards the edge of the bed.

Your body kept endlessly falling to the ground, the tingling sensation on your stomach like a roller coaster ride. Starry eyes and a cloud of pillows catch you before you fall to the concrete floor.

"I almost fell into the water." You gasp, laughing as he places your body back into the bed.

"Not water. Lava. So be careful."

"LAVA?!?" You yell as you attempt to whisper. "Quick, Omi! Your legs!" You hug his body tightly away from the danger.

"Omi?" He smiles at your current childlike state, resting your body on the bed. He hovers over you, examining you.

"omi omi omi makes me horny horny horny!" You sing in your elated state. Too focused on your pitchy singing to notice his mouth wrinkle as he chuckles. Once more, making a puckering noise, hoping to collide with his, but instead, your lips are met with the palm of his hand, gently nudging you back to laying down. "Bedtime."

You try to fight it. But the second your body nuzzles into the soft surface as your feel your body getting tucked into bed, your eyes forcibly begin to shut.

"And to answer your question, yeah, Labyrinth is the prime distributor. So, if you want the good shit, you're stuck with me, Princess." His voice whispers as your eyes fully shut.

Maybe it was the drugs making you hallucinate, or maybe, it was just your sleepy state, dreaming that Kiyoomi kissed you good night.

Probably just a dream.

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"Jesus, Kiyoomi. I told you to interrogate her, not fuck her."

A familiar voice states as footsteps enter the room. In your sleepy state, you couldn't make out who it was or what they were saying. Your only concern was going back to sleep.

"You wanted answers, Rin. Doesn't matter how I got them." Kiyoomi's voice muffles through the closed door. Even if you wanted to eavesdrop, they were too far away, and you were deep in your dreamy state. "How did you know she'd come here, anyway?"

"Bokuto said she was asking a lot of questions about this place, figured it was a matter of time. So, why did she come snooping around."

"Drugs. She said she wanted drugs."

"Do you think she's lying?"

"I think she has her secrets, like most people. But no."

"And is that your brain speaking or your dick?" Rin scoffs, seemingly teasing his tattooed friend. "Alright, well, this shit with Johzenji is getting out of hand. We don't need any careless bloodshed or useless drama."

There was a pause in Rin's vague comment. Making Kiyoomi roll his eyes in annoyance. In the lecturing department, it was usually Kiyoomi giving the blunt speech to the likes of their more childish and reckless partners. While Rin would stand behind him, arms crossed, silently staring down at the people getting chewed out by Kiyoomi.

Being on the receiving end of Suna's narrowed eyes, a non-scolding yet disapproving stare makes Sakusa's lip turn into a scowl. He was waiting for the cyanide remark that was surely coming.

"He's not going to be very happy you slept with his girl."

"His girl, pfft." Kiyoomi scoffs. "If he actually gave a shit about her, he wouldn't have left her all alone. I know I wouldn't. Anyways, I've had my fun. Atsumu can have his little toy back."