Night, the Beloved Chapter Five
Author's Note: Sorry for the long wait everyone! I've been super busy with school and stuff so I hope you don't mind the wait for the chapter, enjoy!
Chapter Five - Sweet Dispositions
And while our blood's still young
It's so young, it runs
And won't stop til it's over
Won't stop to surrender
Songs of desperation
I played them for you
A moment of love...
Sweet Disposition - The Temper Trap
God, he's so pretty, I thought to myself as my camera flashed, revealing Aoi's perfect features.
He grinned at me after I lowered the camera and gave me a tiny wink before turning his face into that perfect mask of beauty.
I wanted him. I watched him bite his lip sexily for the camera, his eyes dark and unreadable as always. I wanted him for myself, I wanted him to want me, that was my sin...I wanted...
I knew I wasn't ugly. I wasn't a model by any means but I was moderately pretty, maybe even good enough. I took a few more photos then Kai moved over to take Aoi's place, the two of them playfully teasing one another and making me smile.
After a moment of photo taking I noticed Aoi standing awkwardly behind me.
“Would you like to stand over here?” I asked, “Or even sit? You could get a better view of what I'm doing over here.”
I honestly didn't care what he was doing, I wanted him close to me. I wanted to feel the muscles of his back and wrap my arms around him like we had been on his motorcycle. I shook my head, berating myself for being such a fool, there was no way any of this was even close to being possible.
Next was Uruha, with a face so beautiful, and yet seemed like an ice queen. He glanced at me coldly and the camera bulbs flashed blindingly again.
“You're very pretty Uruha san.” I said softly, smiling up at him in the hopes that he would melt somehow, and like me.
He glanced over, brushing aside his blonde hair, “Thank you.” he said in that same icy tone.
Sighing I stood and turned the camera off, Aoi staring with the same dark eyed stare that he always seemed to fix upon me.
“Um, what about my portrait and the group shot?” Ruki asked softly.
“Oh...I said softly, “Oh. Right, I'm so sorry Ruki-sama. May I continue this tomorrow?”
He gave me a strangely quizzical look, then shrugged, “Sure, I don't see why not.”
I bowed, making sure I looked feminine, and mumbled a thank you.
The band disintegrated into several different directions and Aoi stared at me, a quick smile fluttering on his lips.
“What?” I asked, pulling down the tripod and camera and inserting them into separate bags. My hands shook slightly as I pulled up the zipper and I sighed irritably.
“Would you like me to take you home? The subway might be a bit uncomfortable for you this late.”
“I'm perfectly capable of caring for myself thanks.” I snapped back rudely.
Aoi seemed taken aback for a moment, then shrugged, “If you say so.”
The soft flower of guilt opened its petals in my chest and I turned to him bowing at a ninety degree angle.
“I'm so sorry Aoi-san.”
He inclined his head slightly and nodded, “I forgive you Ivory-san.”
“I'm sorry,” I said again, “I don't seem to be making much of an impression on either you or your bandmates.”
Now, he looked awkward, almost ashamed, “Please, do not mind Uruha-san...he's...very...”
He fell silent, unable to think of an excuse for his friend and I felt bad for making him.
“Either way,” I said, unable to stop myself, “I'm not very sure he likes me. I wish I knew why though...”
“I like you.” he said softly.
Then, his face flushed as if he was incredibly embarrassed.
“I'm sorry.” Aoi said gently, “I didn't think before I spoke.”
“I like you too Aoi-san!” I said smiling.
He advanced closer now, and I couldn't help but step backwards my heart pounding as panic set into my chest. I wasn't ready for this now, and I cursed myself for it.
His lips were close to mine, and the scent of menthol filled my nostrils.
God...I wanted it though, wanted to feel his lips on mine, I wanted to give into that kiss.
His eyes were dark and passionate and I lifted my lips to briefly touch his own. My heart fluttered in my chest and beat soundly in my ears.
The touch of our lips together was seemingly electrifying and Aoi jumped backwards, nearly pushing me into my tripod.
However a moment later I realized it was not merely the power of our kiss that had put Aoi in such a frenzy.
Kai stood staring at us both through the open door, his mouth agape.
A sheet of music fluttered in his grasp and he continued to open his mouth and close it unaware of what to do or say.
Aoi's fists however were clenching and unclenching with startling speed and his breathing seemed fast.
Then, he turned and followed Kai out the door, and the two of them began to speak in hasty japanese.
I shook my head miserably, not wanting to listen in on more terrible things about me.
I continued folding my tripod, unable to stop thinking of the feeling of that kiss.
Why? I wondered Why did he do that? What unearthly force had possessed him to kiss me? I had always heard that the Japanese viewed kissing as an act of foreplay, of sex.
But what about Aoi? Was he that way, why had he kissed me?
The questioned burned in my brain and I groaned, angry at both Aoi and even more so at myself.
Once I had finished packing everything up I stepped outside, relieved that I had not interrupted anything.
Kai stood at the edge if the door and Aoi had disappeared from view.
“Ivory-san!” he said kindly, “Aoi-san had things to attend to so may I have the pleasure to escort you home?”
I sighed, honestly wanting to talk to Aoi more but then nodded. “Of course Kai-san” I said bowing, “Thank you.”
Chapter Five - Sweet Dispositions
And while our blood's still young
It's so young, it runs
And won't stop til it's over
Won't stop to surrender
Songs of desperation
I played them for you
A moment of love...
Sweet Disposition - The Temper Trap
God, he's so pretty, I thought to myself as my camera flashed, revealing Aoi's perfect features.
He grinned at me after I lowered the camera and gave me a tiny wink before turning his face into that perfect mask of beauty.
I wanted him. I watched him bite his lip sexily for the camera, his eyes dark and unreadable as always. I wanted him for myself, I wanted him to want me, that was my sin...I wanted...
I knew I wasn't ugly. I wasn't a model by any means but I was moderately pretty, maybe even good enough. I took a few more photos then Kai moved over to take Aoi's place, the two of them playfully teasing one another and making me smile.
After a moment of photo taking I noticed Aoi standing awkwardly behind me.
“Would you like to stand over here?” I asked, “Or even sit? You could get a better view of what I'm doing over here.”
I honestly didn't care what he was doing, I wanted him close to me. I wanted to feel the muscles of his back and wrap my arms around him like we had been on his motorcycle. I shook my head, berating myself for being such a fool, there was no way any of this was even close to being possible.
Next was Uruha, with a face so beautiful, and yet seemed like an ice queen. He glanced at me coldly and the camera bulbs flashed blindingly again.
“You're very pretty Uruha san.” I said softly, smiling up at him in the hopes that he would melt somehow, and like me.
He glanced over, brushing aside his blonde hair, “Thank you.” he said in that same icy tone.
Sighing I stood and turned the camera off, Aoi staring with the same dark eyed stare that he always seemed to fix upon me.
“Um, what about my portrait and the group shot?” Ruki asked softly.
“Oh...I said softly, “Oh. Right, I'm so sorry Ruki-sama. May I continue this tomorrow?”
He gave me a strangely quizzical look, then shrugged, “Sure, I don't see why not.”
I bowed, making sure I looked feminine, and mumbled a thank you.
The band disintegrated into several different directions and Aoi stared at me, a quick smile fluttering on his lips.
“What?” I asked, pulling down the tripod and camera and inserting them into separate bags. My hands shook slightly as I pulled up the zipper and I sighed irritably.
“Would you like me to take you home? The subway might be a bit uncomfortable for you this late.”
“I'm perfectly capable of caring for myself thanks.” I snapped back rudely.
Aoi seemed taken aback for a moment, then shrugged, “If you say so.”
The soft flower of guilt opened its petals in my chest and I turned to him bowing at a ninety degree angle.
“I'm so sorry Aoi-san.”
He inclined his head slightly and nodded, “I forgive you Ivory-san.”
“I'm sorry,” I said again, “I don't seem to be making much of an impression on either you or your bandmates.”
Now, he looked awkward, almost ashamed, “Please, do not mind Uruha-san...he's...very...”
He fell silent, unable to think of an excuse for his friend and I felt bad for making him.
“Either way,” I said, unable to stop myself, “I'm not very sure he likes me. I wish I knew why though...”
“I like you.” he said softly.
Then, his face flushed as if he was incredibly embarrassed.
“I'm sorry.” Aoi said gently, “I didn't think before I spoke.”
“I like you too Aoi-san!” I said smiling.
He advanced closer now, and I couldn't help but step backwards my heart pounding as panic set into my chest. I wasn't ready for this now, and I cursed myself for it.
His lips were close to mine, and the scent of menthol filled my nostrils.
God...I wanted it though, wanted to feel his lips on mine, I wanted to give into that kiss.
His eyes were dark and passionate and I lifted my lips to briefly touch his own. My heart fluttered in my chest and beat soundly in my ears.
The touch of our lips together was seemingly electrifying and Aoi jumped backwards, nearly pushing me into my tripod.
However a moment later I realized it was not merely the power of our kiss that had put Aoi in such a frenzy.
Kai stood staring at us both through the open door, his mouth agape.
A sheet of music fluttered in his grasp and he continued to open his mouth and close it unaware of what to do or say.
Aoi's fists however were clenching and unclenching with startling speed and his breathing seemed fast.
Then, he turned and followed Kai out the door, and the two of them began to speak in hasty japanese.
I shook my head miserably, not wanting to listen in on more terrible things about me.
I continued folding my tripod, unable to stop thinking of the feeling of that kiss.
Why? I wondered Why did he do that? What unearthly force had possessed him to kiss me? I had always heard that the Japanese viewed kissing as an act of foreplay, of sex.
But what about Aoi? Was he that way, why had he kissed me?
The questioned burned in my brain and I groaned, angry at both Aoi and even more so at myself.
Once I had finished packing everything up I stepped outside, relieved that I had not interrupted anything.
Kai stood at the edge if the door and Aoi had disappeared from view.
“Ivory-san!” he said kindly, “Aoi-san had things to attend to so may I have the pleasure to escort you home?”
I sighed, honestly wanting to talk to Aoi more but then nodded. “Of course Kai-san” I said bowing, “Thank you.”