A Short story arranged as moments in time, establishing the beginning of Kamijo's
relationship and then eventual marriage with original female character Emilyn Bathory.
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I like quiet moments.
In quiet moments, it’s just us. Him and me. No one else and nothing else.
No glitz or glamour. No flashing cameras. No stupid, repetitive questions from complete strangers, who feel they can ask anything, just because they have a badge that says ‘PRESS’ in big, bold letters.
Quiet times are the best times. They are the times, when he will wonder into my dance studio, in nothing but a pair of soft sweat pants and no shirt.
He will watch me dance, with eyes, that aren’t covered with make-up, their real colour, not hidden by contacts. He will run his hand through disheveled hair, that isn’t in it’s customary curl but in it’s natural straight state and is still long enough, to fall into his eyes. There’s just him.
Him, in all of his unmade glory. It’s my favourite way to see him. Relaxed and unbothered, with a soft smile on his face, as he watches me practice, some other new routine, that I had managed to come up with.
In quiet moments, he’s the man, that slips, naked, into bed with me and wraps his arms around me, pulling me close, as though I would disappear if he didn’t.
He whispers that he loves me in his deep, sultry voice and in the language of his people because he knows it makes me shudder with delight and it makes me cuddle closer to him, which is what he wants, as I reciprocate his words.
In hushed moments, I’m the woman who slips quietly into his recording studio, just to listen to him sing, as he slowly creates the beginnings of his next song and falls asleep because his voice soothes me that much.
In still nights, I’m the woman who will push him down onto his stomach, so that I can massage away the stresses of his day or his work. Smiling gently, as I hear his deep sigh and I know that he’s finally relaxing and letting himself soak up the quiet.
In silently passionate evenings, I’m the woman that makes his eyes darken, as I make my intentions known and we enjoy each other, sometimes, right there on the floor because we see no sense in moving anywhere else, just to continue what we’re doing.
You see, for me, he’s not a heart-throb and sex-symbol of women, he’s just my handsome and heart stopping husband. The man I love and who I have loved for a long time and the man who I will bare children too.
For me, in quiet moments, he’s just Kamijou Yuuji, not the Vampire Kamijo, modern day rockstar.
My name, is Emilyn Bathory-Yuuji and I married one of Japan’s biggest stars and this, this is our story.
