Evoke

Chapter Fourteen

A/N~

The song above is to be played when the time is right, as it's Kuro's voice that I envision this as. You'll know when to play it.

Saphri~

Ash's Pov~

My eyes narrowed in at the familiar silverette as he continued as his work at the cafe. I hadn't talked to Kuro in what felt like months, but was only two weeks. My anger at his words ran steady the first week, but as the second week rode on, our bond pulled at my heart and I knew I wouldn't be able to stay away from him for very much longer.

Kuro turned his back to my view from across the street on the bus bench.Curse the skies! Why did he have to be so infuriating. Why did he have to say such things about Jeremy? About..me? He promised he wouldn't hurt me, so why would he do this. The pure look of fury in his eyes as he ripped Jeremy away from me, and his expression of betrayal as he murmured those words that made me snap. I didn't understand my own actions, the boiling of my blood only hit me until after I'd hit him, and even then, beyond it all I was hurt.

Jeremy was a friend, a trusted friend. He wouldn't hurt a fly and is one of the kindest people I know. Kuro had no validation to come at him like that, and to try to pick a fight over such...such jealousy. I didn't mean what I said about it being ugly on him.. To be honest, it sent a shiver down my spine of the pure unadulterated possessiveness falling in waves off his body.

Ugh! What am I even still holding onto? I wondered as I continued to watch him from a distance. Seeing him this way, I'd been here watching him for a good bet of two hours. Trust me, I'm no stalker but with Kuro, I can literally gaze at him and not notice the minutes tick away. It had long since gotten dark, but since it was Saturday, the cafe wouldn't be closing until almost midnight.

Stop being a coward and go talk to him!

Biting my lip and playing with the long messy braid that lay draped over my shoulder, I slowly treaded my way across the street into the dimly lit building. A quick scan of the bar and crowd revealed that Kuro was not only not cleaning up the bar station anymore, but was on the little stage, sitting under the spotlight that was only a level or two brighter than the rest of the lights.

I marveled at his curtain of silver hair pulled back into a low pony tail, with only two long locks hanging from either side of his face. He was clad in a worn, fitted black skirt and dark wash jeans that hung low on his waist, giving me just a peak of his pale stomach as he situated a red guitar into his lap and fixed a microphone to his level.

"Hey guys, I know I may be familiar to some of you regulars. I'm the new barista here but tonight under request I'm supposed to sing. Doing that Japanese thing and all that." He earned a few chuckles from the crowd for that, and I walked for to just the edge of the crowd in the back, wanting to hear his voice more, my heart missing ever note of his smooth timber.

"This one is called 'I'm Just Your Problem'. Here goes.." he said, and once he started strumming the chords on that electric guitar, I was captured.

"La da da da da..

I'm going to bury you in the ground.

La da da da da..

I'm going to bury you with my sound-

I'm gonna drink the red from your pretty pink face-

I'm gonna- What, you don't like that?

Or do you just don't like me."

I gasped at his somber tone, biting my lip nervously as he continued the song in his beautiful voice.