PLEASE READ: This story COULD be close to an end.. Should I keep it going for longer?
See ending note for details!
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Although our emotions were crazed, we ended up having sex that night. Make up sex is strange thing. In no other situation would it be okay, morally and for pleasure, for you to hit orgasm while the other person cries and declare they hate you.
That shows love, right? Both of you in tears, arguing, declaring your hate while you're just getting closer and closer to cumming. I feel bad for admitting that I actually like angry make-up sex.
Afterwards I collapsed on top of him. For a minute, we stayed like that, saying nothing and refusing eye contact. Afterwards I rolled off him and curled up like a kitten on my side of the bed. Some how, sleep came quickly even with how awful I felt.
I awoke the next morning to find Ruki's head on my chest and one of his heads fiddling with my red hair. Still ridden with morning fatigue, I forgot the last few days.
"Morning" I mumbled softly, stroking his head "You haven't been like this in the mornings for a while"
Ruki hummed in the back of his throat, his head lolling to one side.
"I missed it" he whispered.
The small smile that blessed my face dropped as I remembered my awful actions. My heart sank past my stomach and my head throbbed with rage. I couldn't forgive myself for my own idiocy. I was one lucky twat to still have Ruki lying there with me.
"Do you love me?"
Ruki's voice dragged me out of my thoughts with the speed of a built. With a shaking sigh, I nodded. I spare head moved to stroke his shoulders.
"Of course I love you" I breathed.
Ruki nodded "Same. I feel the same towards you"
I grinned. I guess I had to settle with that line. It was enough to make me feel secure. The fear of loosing him was unbearable painful. I needed reassurance, anything, just to take the horrid feeling away for a short time.
The day ran fairly normal. Ruki and I lounged around in the living room with a movie for the rest of the morning. That was until Ruki received an urgent phone call from his agent. Within the following hour he was washed and dressed, leaving with a kiss on the forehead before he ran out the door with little explanation. A small problem with an up coming tour was all I could work out as Ruki had rushed out. I spent the rest of my day waiting for him, part of me fearful he may not return. I received two phone calls while I was attempting to make a sandwich. Let me be honest, I'm not good at preparing nay food, including bloody sandwiches. They always fall apart, the butter rips the bread, and there is always too much mayo. While I was attempting the first stage (buttering) my home phone rang. With a groan, I abandoned the bread and answered, receiving an overly enthusiastic Niya.
I gained two pieces of information from this call, one of which wasn't very important to me.
The bassist began to drunkenly confess his love for unknown person. From what I understood from his slurs ad hiccups, it was a german girl he'd met in a bar the night before. It also seemed that he was currently in her house.
The second piece of information was actually important to me. Band practice was scheduled for Tuesday, Wednesday and Friday. Monday and Thursday had been skipped due to Ruka having to take his 'woman' to hospital on those days.
That phone conversation had only been over for a minute when the phone rang again. This time I was trying to neatly put lettuce in my sandwich. For some reason, that I can't explain, I'm not good at doing this either. I was considering giving up and going down to Family Mart and buying a pre-mad sandwich. Fuck.
This call was Haru.
"Hey!" I greeted happily "I've been worried"
"Worried?" I half laughed "Why on earth-?"
"I phone you yesterday and were, like, really weird! Did I upset you? I'm really sorry!"
I usually find it annoying when people jabber on, but it's a bit different with Haru. Even though he's in his 20s, he's quite a child. He seems eager for the best and excited about everything. I feel like there's little darkness in his life. But of course, upon one of our first meetings I learnt this was anything but true.
Haru phoned to tell me he was going on a tour round Japan, so was unlikely to random catch me out and about for a while. He apologized for what happened at his gathering, declaring himself to be a 'selfish drunk'.
"I wouldn't have let her hit on you if I was sober!" he explained "I feel so bad. Is everything okay?"
I reassured him all was fine. With that, we bid farewell and good luck.
I saw him once more, a week after he returned from the tour. I took some flyers from him and hand them handed out at a Nightmare live, I even advertised the band on stage, insisting they were 'brilliant young talent'.
I wouldn't see Haru again for several years.
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This story could end in a chapter or two! I don't know whether to end or keep it going... Turn it into a reality series! -laughs-
Should I make it longer? Or end soon?
I could make the current 'I love you' story line longer...
I could always do a baby story line (not mpreg)...
A break up story line!
And there's so many other characters Hitsugi could get with for a chapter... Or end up with. Who ever said Ruki was his true love?
SO MANY OUT COMES!
Should it end now?!
