Opposites [ Kounoi/Noijaku fan fiction ]

Shit..

~Noiz's P O V~

I could feel Koujaku's hand touch my hair as he walked passed me, it's a nice feeling... I've never felt that sensation before.. I was half tempted to lean into his touch because I wanted to feel that more...

I laid there on the couch in the dark.. It gave me some time to think about stuff...
The biggest reason I tried to comfort Koujaku when I saw him crying was because... I knew what it felt like now... And I had experienced it a few hours earlier...  True... I liked Aoba... But I have to move on... He doesn't like me- and he's in a relationship.. It was so painful...

But now...

I don't find it that painful... I feel calmed... And at ease with everything.. I feel peaceful and actually happy...

Not to mention how Koujaku's being so nice to me... I don't understand it...

We usually fight all the time .... Not more than 24 hours ago I almost punched him in the face... But now... He's treating me with warm atmosphere.... And it's not just the feeling of the blankets... But I feel cozy here...

I feel kind of like I'm....

Cared for....

Uugh- that's insane- don't get use to it-

You and Koujaku hate each other! Remember?

But I don't actually hate him.... Sure he gets on my nerves easily- but I don't hate him at all...
I'd never admit that to him though...

I nuzzle up against the pillow under my head. I wish I could stay here... 

Suddenly... I here muffled sobs...

Is he?

I get up into a sitting position, trying to hear if there is anymore

I still don't know why he was crying.... I've never seen him cry before... It was a... Surprisingly painful sight... To see a person who is usually so strong- NOT THAT I THINK HE'S STRONG!!- sob and choke on their own cries...

I hear another muffled cry and I get up and start to follow the sound to what I'm assuming is his bedroom. I can only see a little cause it's dark...

I come to a room that has a dim light shinning under the door. He must have on a lamp or something... I hesitate to open it, but when I hear another painful sounding sob- I fling the door open... As much as I hate to admit it- I care for him... Especially now- I care so fucking deeply...

He turns his head quickly with his eyes wide

He hesitantly wipes his tears and try's to clear his voice-

"A-ahem- uh- what are you doing in.. Here?"

He was still crying but trying not to

"Why?"

"Hm?"

"Why are you so fucking sad?"
I walk over to him, he's sitting on the corner of his bed I walk over to him and I was about to sit next to him when I saw something...

A chair directly in front of a window...

And there are tissues surrounding the area and a trash can nearby full of nothing but tissues....

Does he just... Sit there and cry?

He notices my staring at that direction and gives up his act, his face goes into his hands and he starts shaking

"Woah- hey- uh- Koujaku your kind of freaking me out- this is very unlike yo-"

"Unlike me??? Unlike me?!" His voice raises slightly

"What the hell do you know about me? I bet you don't know why I keep my hair like this, I bet you don't know any reason as to why I'm crying, you don't know me!" He choked out in between sobs

He was right....

I didn't know him

"Your right..."
I say looking down at my feet, but then I look back at him

"But I don't have to know you to care"

He freezes- I instantly regret saying that, I bet he's thinking something like,
'Noiz? Caring? That's bullshit'

I'd be if I were him

He looks up at me, considering I'm still standing in front of him while he's sitting

"Hey Noiz?"

"Huh?"

He bites his lip

I find it oddly attractiv- WOOOOAAHH- UUH-ahem ! What the fuck did I just think?

"Do you want to know me?"

He asks almost shyly

I nod my head slowly

His hand reaches up towards his face. Then stops, he hesitates in doing whatever he's doing

"J-just... Please don't judge me... All I'm going to say right now is that... This happened against my will..."

I nod a bit- now very intrigued and somewhat scared,

His hand starts moving again, he brushes his hand upward on his face, pulling his bangs with it

I brace myself, but then relax when the hair is out of the way

He had a tattoo on his face...

He averts his gaze and is now looking at the ground.

"This is so embarrassing..." He says holding back a sob, clenching his teeth

The tattoo makes him look kind of intimidating... And... His gaze looks more intense... I always thought his eyes were very intense...

Unconsciously I inch my face closer to stare at the black ink on his face, he flushes a bit.. I don't know why but I found it kind of satisfying...

I lifted my hand and touched the ink slightly,

He flinched

I quickly backed my hand away- then went back in for a second try, my other hand was now holding his jaw to keep him in place, he made a whimper and squeezed his eyes shut as he tried to turn his head, his cheeks flushed pure pink- my finger tips then traced the ink on his face, he trembled at my touch

I found that satisfying too

I was seriously debating my sanity

But I felt as ease with the way I felt

"N-Noiz!"
He whimpered aloud
I then realized how close my face was to his , he could practically feel my breath on him

I let go of him,

"I'm sorry!"

I backed up with a slightly flushed face,

"I-I didn't mean to get that close"

his hair was now out of place showing his eye only a little but still concealing it slightly

"It's... It's fine.."
He said still kind of trembling... His want for crying seemed to stop though... Good.

"Your very fragile..."
That was too flirtatious I am sorry-
Sort of

He flushed even more so at the comment

"Sh-shut up.."