Nostalgia

Reprise (1/2)

Reita x Uruha

Uruha's POV

Where is he? Is our relationship really over? Can we not salvage it anymore? I proceeded to the next place where he might be at. Still no him. I chewed on my lip, wondering where he might be.

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I threw the door open, not caring the loud bang it caused as it bounce back from the wall. I stomped into my small apartment, catching sight of my own teary reflection as I passed the mirror hanging by the hallway. I paused. I frowned. I punched it, angry at my own pathetic face before crying out in pain, cradling my bruising knuckles to my chest. Am I really that feminine? Even the mirror refused to break. I frowned at it for a while longer before massaging my sore fingers, leaving my reflection, pacing in my room.

Stupid Reita. Stupid Aoi. Let them both pound themselves into the ground. I don't care anymore. I sniffed, wiping away the tears that flowed, wincing at the tender area around my eye. Stupid Reita. Does he have to punch me just because I finally told him how I felt? I don't want to cry anymore. Damn it. I am a bloody guy. I kicked the foot stool on the floor, seeing it fly across the room in satisfaction. I washed my face, pulling my hair back with a rubber band, frowning at my own reflection again. What can I expect from him? He could have his choice of anyone, guy and girl alike. What would he want with me, a person who can't pass off as a girl properly and sometimes can't even pass off as a guy? I am a freak. I heaved another sigh, switching off the light, moving to my living room to get my cigarette pack. I wonder if the cigarettes don't kill me, would a broken heart? A soft tap on my shoulder made me scream, turning around with flying limbs, punching the burglar, murderer, stranger who had entered my apartment. My hands fly to my mouth, gasping.

"Are you okay?"

Reita held on his stomach, gasping for breath, holding a hand to halt me from coming closer. He finally straightened with a red face, still holding onto the injured area.

"I guess I deserved that"

I flushed red, remembering what he had done earlier. I returned to my initial objective to get my cigarettes, passing by him silently. I yelped when he pulled my arm hard, me falling against him, him hugging me tight despite my struggles.

"Sorry"

I stilled, hands falling to my side as we both breathed hard, waiting for him to speak. His hands idly caressed my back, raising goose bumps all over my skin. He pressed a soft kiss on my neck, before murmuring against my skin.

"You startled me"
"You think with your fists?"
"Sorry"

I sighed, hesitantly resting my head on his bony shoulder, inhaling the scent that is uniquely him, my breath tickling the baby hair on his nape. He shuddered, pulling away from me abruptly, not seeing or perhaps not caring the hurt look on my face. He stepped back, covering his eyes with his palm, still breathing hard. I frowned at him, snitching my cigarettes to place a well needed stick between my lips.

"Sorry"

The regret in his voice broke me then. Anger at the entire night's events rise up. What does he think I am? One minute pushing me away, another pulling me close.

"I don't understand you. What the hell do you want from me? You punched me when I said that I liked you. You come here saying you are sorry. Then you kiss my neck then you pushed me away again. What the hell do you want? You can't just blow hot and cold non stop. I am not a toy that at your whim, you can do anything you like. I have feelings. Yes! Feelings damn it! Even if you don't feel a single thing for me, I do so you can't do as you please, you asshole!"