Tears and Silence (Kyoya x Reader)

Tears and Silence

Drip. Drip. Drip. Tears fell down her porcelain looking skin on to the cotton sheets. Her eyes puffy from crying. Irises full of sorrow. Darkness engulfed her. Suffocating her from the light. She fought and fought against it, but it was in vain. Eventually she welcomed this darkness as it was the only thing that brought her warmth. Drip. Drip. Drip.

After an incident involving her parents, (name) decided to leave the US and left to Japan. Her money was limited and by her twentieth birthday she was broke.

Worries about freezing and starving to death filled her thoughts. Slowly those thoughts felt more like reality. Slowly they were becoming reality.

Until the day that she was saved. Saved by the person who lit a flame in her heart. His name was Kyoya Ootori.

He found her cowering in a corner with bruises and wounds from head to toe. Her hair was knotted and clothes were ripped. He merely looked at her balled up person then walked by not paying much attention to it. But something pratically screamed at him to help her.

Kyoya approached the girl offering his hand. She looked up at him with teary (color) eyes. Reluctantly she placed her small hand in his. He took her to his home where she was fed and cleaned.

Now her (color) hair looked soft and her wounds tended to. She even recieved new clothes. She felt so grateful for what he did. Thanking him for everything yet the man has never said a word to her.

'Can he not speak?' She wondered.

They ate a supper with a multitude of sides. Then the man opened his mouth "Miss, may i ask of your name?" Her eyes widened. Why did he wait until now to talk to her?

"(Name)... What is your name?" He was silent for a moment.

"Kyoya. Anyway i assume you do not have a home. Would you like to stay here?" A huge smile appeared on her face as she shook her head after saying 'thank you' multiple times.

She recieved a bedroom that lacked color. There was a dresser and a bed, both were black. "Tomorrow we shall buy some clothing for you." She nodded before he left.

Flopping on the bed the memories of those miserable days flooded her thoughts. Now they felt like a dream. (Name) curled up into a ball under the covers and fell asleep knowing she was safe. Because of her savior Kyoya.

The next morning she was awoken by Kyoya. He knocked on the door before proceeding in leaving an outfit on her bed, and a slight push on her shoulder to wake her. Without saying anything to her, he left.

Her eyes fluttered opened and saw some clothes neatly folded at the foot of her bed. She slipped on the violet skirt and black shirt. The shirt was short sleeved with a low cut back.

Next to the bed a hairbrush laid on the dresser. After brushing her hair she exited the bedroom. Kyoya was waiting for her.

They left his house to head towards a clothing store silently. After some shopping (name) had a wardrobe of outfits and thanked Kyoya. Yet the man stayed silent.

The rest of her day was silent. Supper was silent and the next day was silent. The deafening silence lasted for weeks. It drove her insane. She felt alone. But she wasnt. Kyoya was there and she had a home now but she felt alone cold. Depressed. Drip. Drip. Drip.

More tears cascaded down her cheeks. Insanity is taking over now. She looked over to the alarm clock she purchased. Time for supper. They ate in silence but for once it wasnt that bad. It was like Kyoya and (name) talked to each other without words. This still continued of the deafening silence but no longer was silence to her and Kyoya.

Soon a new feeling over took her other emotions. Love for him. And much stronger lust. In the middle of the night she crept throughout the house. Her hand gripped the cold doorknob before opening the door. Inside she walked towards the man she desired. The man she needed. Kyoya.

His onyx eyes opened and met her. He saw the lust in her eyes. The moon illuminated the room while she finally got her Kyoya. During that night they got to hear each other for the first time in weeks. Moans of pleasure throughout the night. The only noise they needed to communicate between one another.

The two never spoke at day but at night allowed their voices to be heard. She wanted more at times but he refused to give her more. She didnt want to lose him so she dealt with it. Only getting her love at night.

The darkness welled up inside her. The darkness is her. She loves the darkness. She craves the darkness. Kyoya is her darkness. The darkness of love and loneliness. A poisonous combination that she was addicted to.

Drip. Drip. Drip.