Sunshine After Rain: 3
Pairing: Kurosaki/Tsurara
Genre: Romance/Angst
Rating: PG
Summary: There’s no point for a summary when you can just read it
Sorry for being so late! I went to Sydney and sort of lost inspiration. But never fear, i couldn’t bear to let you guys down, thanks for the support. Enjoy!
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Tsurara
The wind blows airily against my skin as I sit on the park bench. I hunch my shoulders up against my face and stretch my hands above my head as I yawn. He’s late, again. It’s been two weeks since we started dating, and even though I know he’s not the one I really love, I’m happy, because he makes me happy. We’re meant to be shopping for outfits. His dad’s having a major company party next week, and he really wants me to go with him. At first I hesitated, I’m not meant to be a part of that world. Hmmm, doesn’t that sound familiar? But hesitation isn’t really an option with Kiyoshi. Being the impulsive man he is, he had already told his father I’d be attending. “Baka” I think to myself. I stare at the flower garden in front of me and a small smile plays on my lips. They’re exactly the same as the ones Yoshi brought me last week. I keep smiling and staring at the flowers, oblivious to the fact that the people around me are starting to get creeped out, and that he’s in front of me, panting. I’m immediately awakened from my trance and I look up at him.
“Sorry I’m late, class, overtime, run, nearly hit, car, sorry.” He pants while putting forward his reasonable explanation. But I fell playful today; I’m not letting it go that easily. I stand up and cross my arms on my chest.
“You’re late, your second time. Sorry, but that’s one time too many.” I say with a pout and a sulky face.
“Awww c’mon Tsurara, I told you why. What could I have done? My Professor’s talking rate is like one word per hour. ” he says, regaining his composure.
“So? You could’ve jumped out the window, KO’d the professor. But I get it; you just didn’t want to see me. ” I sulk in a “I know exactly what happened” voice as I walk away.
“Ts-ur-rara” Kiyoshi says with a pleading voice. “Don’t be like that!” he says as he grabs my hand and pulls me towards him. It takes me by surprise, I let out a gasp. His body is strong and stable against mine. His face only inches away from mine. “If you really wanted me to jump out the window, I would’ve. If you really wanted me to knock out my professor, I would’ve.” He wraps his arms swiftly around my waist, in an intimate embrace and brings his face closer towards mine, until our lips are only centimetres apart. “But don’t ever think that I don’t want to see you, because you’re all I ever think about.”
As soon as the words leave his lips, I feel heat running up my neck. I know my cheeks are burning a baby pink. “Hmmmmm” he sighs as he nuzzles his face against my nape. “You look pretty in pink.” He says. I push him off me and pout, annoyed. Why? Because I know the pink he’s referring to isn’t my dress. He smiles and touches my face tenderly. “Shall we go?” he asks calmfully. I glare at him for a few seconds and then I smile. How cute he looks today. I nod and he smiles lazily as he entwines his fingers with mine. And off we go, hand in hand.
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Kurosaki
I unlock the door to my apartment and walk in. “Huuhhhh,” I think to myself, sometimes swindling drains all the energy out of you. I drop my bag on the floor and pull off my wig. “Fuck!” I swear to myself as I scratch my head, wigs are so itchy. I can feel a rash on the back of my neck. I rub it with my fingers, yearning to feel some kind of relief. But, just as I thought, my plea goes unrewarded. I make my way towards the kitchen and open the cupboard to grab some instant noodles. For a second I’m distracted. I see the cake Yukari made for me on the bench top. But strangely it doesn’t remind me of Yukari, it reminds me of Tsurara. I smile, remembering the time when she had made me dinner, but she wouldn’t make me a cake, I specifically told her that I didn’t like cakes, or hand woven sweaters. I wonder how she’s doing, now that she probably doesn’t have anyone to lecture on about what’s right and wrong.
I pick up the cake and place it in front of my purring cat, much to its delight. Pouring hot water into the bowl I think about the time I saw her in the park, supposedly, with that man. I can feel the rage building up inside me, without any apparent reason. I suddenly feel a burning sensation on my hand, wait, make that painful burning sensation. I look down and stare at my hand for a few seconds before I realise I’m pouring hot water on my hand. My eyes widen and I drop the kettle. “Ahhhhhhhhhhhh,” I yelp as I jump up and down grasping my hand. I keep jumping and shaking my hand in the air. “Owwww, shit shit shit!” I yell as I bring my hand up to suck it. The hot breath from my mouth doesn’t do anything to sooth the pain so I do the logical thing and run it under cold water. Some of the pain seems to be eased as the cold water numbs my hand.
Thinking about it won’t help, so I think about swindling. Next week, yes next week. Perfect time to pounce on Hitomi. The annual company party of the prestigious Suzuki Industries. Yes, smart thinking. I look down at my hand and turn the water off. I wrap my hand with bandages and kiss it. “Poor hand” I say to myself as I pout in pain. Wow, I’m talking to my hand; I definitely have a life right? I shake my head in tiredness and plop down on to my bed. Next week, that’s when I’ll get Hitomi, next week.
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Genre: Romance/Angst
Rating: PG
Summary: There’s no point for a summary when you can just read it
Sorry for being so late! I went to Sydney and sort of lost inspiration. But never fear, i couldn’t bear to let you guys down, thanks for the support. Enjoy!
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Tsurara
The wind blows airily against my skin as I sit on the park bench. I hunch my shoulders up against my face and stretch my hands above my head as I yawn. He’s late, again. It’s been two weeks since we started dating, and even though I know he’s not the one I really love, I’m happy, because he makes me happy. We’re meant to be shopping for outfits. His dad’s having a major company party next week, and he really wants me to go with him. At first I hesitated, I’m not meant to be a part of that world. Hmmm, doesn’t that sound familiar? But hesitation isn’t really an option with Kiyoshi. Being the impulsive man he is, he had already told his father I’d be attending. “Baka” I think to myself. I stare at the flower garden in front of me and a small smile plays on my lips. They’re exactly the same as the ones Yoshi brought me last week. I keep smiling and staring at the flowers, oblivious to the fact that the people around me are starting to get creeped out, and that he’s in front of me, panting. I’m immediately awakened from my trance and I look up at him.
“Sorry I’m late, class, overtime, run, nearly hit, car, sorry.” He pants while putting forward his reasonable explanation. But I fell playful today; I’m not letting it go that easily. I stand up and cross my arms on my chest.
“You’re late, your second time. Sorry, but that’s one time too many.” I say with a pout and a sulky face.
“Awww c’mon Tsurara, I told you why. What could I have done? My Professor’s talking rate is like one word per hour. ” he says, regaining his composure.
“So? You could’ve jumped out the window, KO’d the professor. But I get it; you just didn’t want to see me. ” I sulk in a “I know exactly what happened” voice as I walk away.
“Ts-ur-rara” Kiyoshi says with a pleading voice. “Don’t be like that!” he says as he grabs my hand and pulls me towards him. It takes me by surprise, I let out a gasp. His body is strong and stable against mine. His face only inches away from mine. “If you really wanted me to jump out the window, I would’ve. If you really wanted me to knock out my professor, I would’ve.” He wraps his arms swiftly around my waist, in an intimate embrace and brings his face closer towards mine, until our lips are only centimetres apart. “But don’t ever think that I don’t want to see you, because you’re all I ever think about.”
As soon as the words leave his lips, I feel heat running up my neck. I know my cheeks are burning a baby pink. “Hmmmmm” he sighs as he nuzzles his face against my nape. “You look pretty in pink.” He says. I push him off me and pout, annoyed. Why? Because I know the pink he’s referring to isn’t my dress. He smiles and touches my face tenderly. “Shall we go?” he asks calmfully. I glare at him for a few seconds and then I smile. How cute he looks today. I nod and he smiles lazily as he entwines his fingers with mine. And off we go, hand in hand.
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Kurosaki
I unlock the door to my apartment and walk in. “Huuhhhh,” I think to myself, sometimes swindling drains all the energy out of you. I drop my bag on the floor and pull off my wig. “Fuck!” I swear to myself as I scratch my head, wigs are so itchy. I can feel a rash on the back of my neck. I rub it with my fingers, yearning to feel some kind of relief. But, just as I thought, my plea goes unrewarded. I make my way towards the kitchen and open the cupboard to grab some instant noodles. For a second I’m distracted. I see the cake Yukari made for me on the bench top. But strangely it doesn’t remind me of Yukari, it reminds me of Tsurara. I smile, remembering the time when she had made me dinner, but she wouldn’t make me a cake, I specifically told her that I didn’t like cakes, or hand woven sweaters. I wonder how she’s doing, now that she probably doesn’t have anyone to lecture on about what’s right and wrong.
I pick up the cake and place it in front of my purring cat, much to its delight. Pouring hot water into the bowl I think about the time I saw her in the park, supposedly, with that man. I can feel the rage building up inside me, without any apparent reason. I suddenly feel a burning sensation on my hand, wait, make that painful burning sensation. I look down and stare at my hand for a few seconds before I realise I’m pouring hot water on my hand. My eyes widen and I drop the kettle. “Ahhhhhhhhhhhh,” I yelp as I jump up and down grasping my hand. I keep jumping and shaking my hand in the air. “Owwww, shit shit shit!” I yell as I bring my hand up to suck it. The hot breath from my mouth doesn’t do anything to sooth the pain so I do the logical thing and run it under cold water. Some of the pain seems to be eased as the cold water numbs my hand.
Thinking about it won’t help, so I think about swindling. Next week, yes next week. Perfect time to pounce on Hitomi. The annual company party of the prestigious Suzuki Industries. Yes, smart thinking. I look down at my hand and turn the water off. I wrap my hand with bandages and kiss it. “Poor hand” I say to myself as I pout in pain. Wow, I’m talking to my hand; I definitely have a life right? I shake my head in tiredness and plop down on to my bed. Next week, that’s when I’ll get Hitomi, next week.
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