Closure (My Heart's Left Wanting Remix)
Title: Closure (My Heart's Left Wanting Remix)
Author: Kamika Farinas aka tinyangl/korette_destiny
Rating: PG-13
Words: 1237
Characters: Nishikido Ryo/Sawajiri Erika
Summary: Ryo can't forget some things about her, no matter how hard he tries.
Author's Note: Remix of My Heart's Left Wanting by noble_scarlet/honeymilk_tea. Oh god, I don't even know how to properly remix, I think. @.@ I really hope I didn't screw up your fic. @.@ Thanks to cynicalism for helping me out. *flails*
She does him in every time - it had only been a fleeting glance, but it'd caught his attention immediately. A photograph on the front of some rag magazine, the headlines were in big font - stealing his gaze. Bragging, flaunting what he'd lost so long ago. Of his own undoing. Ryo tried to ignore it, eye twitching, but he ended up buying the magazine anyway. And any other that had said photo in their pages.
Putting them all side-by-side only made matters worse, but that was just what Ryo did. He's a masochist as much as a sadist. The images burned into his head, to the point that he's sure if he put them away, he could still see them - every detail amplified. From the smile on her face (had she ever smiled like that around him?) to the delicate lacing of their fingers. It was enough to drive a man mad - he soon punched a wall, but it did nothing to relieve his anxiety.
Instead, he sent her a message, asking, only asking - never pleading - if she could come over. That night if possible.
She didn't answer back; Ryo didn't expect her to. Sawajiri Erika was always a woman of action, not words.
-
She always comes in like a storm - all fury and rage, her words full of bite and her delicate features contorted to show him just how pissed she was at him. "Speak, Nishikido," Erika'd started.
Ryo almost laughed; it was typical of her. Straight to the point, no pussy-footing around. Nobody spoke to him in such a manner (although some people came close, like a certain arrogant Matsujun), but Erika was in a league of her own. "Why," he asked, his voice filled with as much bite as hers. "Have you got somewhere else to be? Like with that hotshot producer you were caught holding hands with-- what's the deal with that?"
He'd hoped he could surprise her, show her that there is really nowhere one can hide in the entertainment business. But she rolls with punches as well as he does. Her reply came seconds later. And he heard her, he definitely heard her as she turned the situation back on him. Her words were harsh, and made to hurt. But Ryo knew there was more when he heard his name.
Ryo. Just one syllable. No formalities. Just Ryo.
It shouldn't have affected him in the least, a name was a name. Erika'd called him that before they'd broken up. It shouldn't have been a surprise that she'd use it again. It was what she was used to.
But he still stared, maybe his mouth had dropped open. He thought he had said something about it, shown his surprise, but he couldn't be sure since his brain wasn't cooperating with the rest of him.
"Did you hear anything I just said?" Maybe Ryo had said something after all.
"I heard you," he said quickly, not wanting a fight. It took a couple of breaths before he can stop his fists from shaking, and Ryo lifted his gaze to match hers. She was strong, unwavering. "I just--" he started, at a loss for what to say. "I didn't--"
"You didn't...? What?" Erika always did have the power to confuse him, her eyes were just enough to send his brain into such a tizzy that he didn't have a clue what he had been talking about. Strong-willed versus strong-willed. There was never a winner between them.
Instead of speaking, because Ryo was just like her - all action, no words, Ryo pressed a hand against her cheek, almost delicate, and leaned in.
I didn't think I'd be replaced so soon.
-
She embodies passion - throwing herself onto his hands, body flush against his own. He liked it that way - made it easier for him to run his hands through her hair, slowly trail down the length of her body. The feel of her skin underneath his fingertips felt familiar - soft, warm, almost electric. Ryo almost swore he could feel sparks jumping from her skin to his and it only served to make him more excited.
Her lips welcomed him - hot and wet, tongues sliding against each other. Remembering was half the fun, and memories bombarded him as he recalled the last time this had happened.
Goodbyes shouldn't happen more than once. Twice was just stubbornness.
Erika asked him breathlessly - god, he loved making her breathless. The hitch in her voice, the sound of her breath against his ear, her lips precariously hovering right under his ear, above the jaw - he loved it all. "What are we doing? Nishikido." She stopped, as he squeezed not really knowing what part of her his hand was currently hovering over - it ended up being her ass, coincidentally enough. She shuddered under his touch. "What are we..."
"Kissing," Ryo said, cutting her off. His mouth trailed down her throat, leaving scattered kisses along his path. "We're kissing, Sawajiri."
It's like the use of her last name in retaliation to the use of his jump-started her. The throaty moan that escaped her lips only fueled his actions - his hands wandered, re-marking points that he had before. Marks that had long been erased for the eye, but were still there underneath the skin. Ryo could remember them clearly, each and every one.
He could feel the finality to his actions - like he knew, like his body knew that this would be the last time he'd touch her. So he took advantage of this time and marked everything all over again. It'd take time, but Ryo was always meticulous.
-
She never left as loudly as she entered - if anything, she was the entire opposite. Ryo figured it was all because if people didn't notice her gone, they'd think she was still there. She'd always be on their minds and Ryo thought that was the most appropriate thing he'd ever heard.
When Erika'd told him that she'd never see him again, Ryo wasn't sure how he felt at that exact moment. He hadn't said anything, just gone to the door and opened it for her. Watched as she walked away and wondered if his heart was aching or not.
Beneath his fingertips was the doorknob, but all Ryo could remember was Erika's skin. The feel of her moving against him in unison. The image of her breathless underneath him was burned into his head, covering the one of her and that producer - he almost had forgotten what brought her there that night.
There was a flash of light in his eyes before he saw her running back towards him. It was almost instinctual - his arms opening up to wrap around her waist, tightly but not too tight because he didn't want to show weakness. Her lips were near his ear again and her words were soft, not breathless - two entirely different things.
It wasn't much, nothing mind-blowing, world-turning. Just a simple goodbye. But Ryo knew that this time was finally the truth.
If twice was stubbornness, the third time was a charm.
Ryo thought it lasted only a second. Or maybe an hour. Time was distorted whenever Erika was around. But she moved out of his hold, turned around and walked back to the elevator. Out of his sight, out of his building, out of his life.
Ryo closed the door and shut his eyes. Nothing compared to closure.
Author: Kamika Farinas aka tinyangl/korette_destiny
Rating: PG-13
Words: 1237
Characters: Nishikido Ryo/Sawajiri Erika
Summary: Ryo can't forget some things about her, no matter how hard he tries.
Author's Note: Remix of My Heart's Left Wanting by noble_scarlet/honeymilk_tea. Oh god, I don't even know how to properly remix, I think. @.@ I really hope I didn't screw up your fic. @.@ Thanks to cynicalism for helping me out. *flails*
She does him in every time - it had only been a fleeting glance, but it'd caught his attention immediately. A photograph on the front of some rag magazine, the headlines were in big font - stealing his gaze. Bragging, flaunting what he'd lost so long ago. Of his own undoing. Ryo tried to ignore it, eye twitching, but he ended up buying the magazine anyway. And any other that had said photo in their pages.
Putting them all side-by-side only made matters worse, but that was just what Ryo did. He's a masochist as much as a sadist. The images burned into his head, to the point that he's sure if he put them away, he could still see them - every detail amplified. From the smile on her face (had she ever smiled like that around him?) to the delicate lacing of their fingers. It was enough to drive a man mad - he soon punched a wall, but it did nothing to relieve his anxiety.
Instead, he sent her a message, asking, only asking - never pleading - if she could come over. That night if possible.
She didn't answer back; Ryo didn't expect her to. Sawajiri Erika was always a woman of action, not words.
-
She always comes in like a storm - all fury and rage, her words full of bite and her delicate features contorted to show him just how pissed she was at him. "Speak, Nishikido," Erika'd started.
Ryo almost laughed; it was typical of her. Straight to the point, no pussy-footing around. Nobody spoke to him in such a manner (although some people came close, like a certain arrogant Matsujun), but Erika was in a league of her own. "Why," he asked, his voice filled with as much bite as hers. "Have you got somewhere else to be? Like with that hotshot producer you were caught holding hands with-- what's the deal with that?"
He'd hoped he could surprise her, show her that there is really nowhere one can hide in the entertainment business. But she rolls with punches as well as he does. Her reply came seconds later. And he heard her, he definitely heard her as she turned the situation back on him. Her words were harsh, and made to hurt. But Ryo knew there was more when he heard his name.
Ryo. Just one syllable. No formalities. Just Ryo.
It shouldn't have affected him in the least, a name was a name. Erika'd called him that before they'd broken up. It shouldn't have been a surprise that she'd use it again. It was what she was used to.
But he still stared, maybe his mouth had dropped open. He thought he had said something about it, shown his surprise, but he couldn't be sure since his brain wasn't cooperating with the rest of him.
"Did you hear anything I just said?" Maybe Ryo had said something after all.
"I heard you," he said quickly, not wanting a fight. It took a couple of breaths before he can stop his fists from shaking, and Ryo lifted his gaze to match hers. She was strong, unwavering. "I just--" he started, at a loss for what to say. "I didn't--"
"You didn't...? What?" Erika always did have the power to confuse him, her eyes were just enough to send his brain into such a tizzy that he didn't have a clue what he had been talking about. Strong-willed versus strong-willed. There was never a winner between them.
Instead of speaking, because Ryo was just like her - all action, no words, Ryo pressed a hand against her cheek, almost delicate, and leaned in.
I didn't think I'd be replaced so soon.
-
She embodies passion - throwing herself onto his hands, body flush against his own. He liked it that way - made it easier for him to run his hands through her hair, slowly trail down the length of her body. The feel of her skin underneath his fingertips felt familiar - soft, warm, almost electric. Ryo almost swore he could feel sparks jumping from her skin to his and it only served to make him more excited.
Her lips welcomed him - hot and wet, tongues sliding against each other. Remembering was half the fun, and memories bombarded him as he recalled the last time this had happened.
Goodbyes shouldn't happen more than once. Twice was just stubbornness.
Erika asked him breathlessly - god, he loved making her breathless. The hitch in her voice, the sound of her breath against his ear, her lips precariously hovering right under his ear, above the jaw - he loved it all. "What are we doing? Nishikido." She stopped, as he squeezed not really knowing what part of her his hand was currently hovering over - it ended up being her ass, coincidentally enough. She shuddered under his touch. "What are we..."
"Kissing," Ryo said, cutting her off. His mouth trailed down her throat, leaving scattered kisses along his path. "We're kissing, Sawajiri."
It's like the use of her last name in retaliation to the use of his jump-started her. The throaty moan that escaped her lips only fueled his actions - his hands wandered, re-marking points that he had before. Marks that had long been erased for the eye, but were still there underneath the skin. Ryo could remember them clearly, each and every one.
He could feel the finality to his actions - like he knew, like his body knew that this would be the last time he'd touch her. So he took advantage of this time and marked everything all over again. It'd take time, but Ryo was always meticulous.
-
She never left as loudly as she entered - if anything, she was the entire opposite. Ryo figured it was all because if people didn't notice her gone, they'd think she was still there. She'd always be on their minds and Ryo thought that was the most appropriate thing he'd ever heard.
When Erika'd told him that she'd never see him again, Ryo wasn't sure how he felt at that exact moment. He hadn't said anything, just gone to the door and opened it for her. Watched as she walked away and wondered if his heart was aching or not.
Beneath his fingertips was the doorknob, but all Ryo could remember was Erika's skin. The feel of her moving against him in unison. The image of her breathless underneath him was burned into his head, covering the one of her and that producer - he almost had forgotten what brought her there that night.
There was a flash of light in his eyes before he saw her running back towards him. It was almost instinctual - his arms opening up to wrap around her waist, tightly but not too tight because he didn't want to show weakness. Her lips were near his ear again and her words were soft, not breathless - two entirely different things.
It wasn't much, nothing mind-blowing, world-turning. Just a simple goodbye. But Ryo knew that this time was finally the truth.
If twice was stubbornness, the third time was a charm.
Ryo thought it lasted only a second. Or maybe an hour. Time was distorted whenever Erika was around. But she moved out of his hold, turned around and walked back to the elevator. Out of his sight, out of his building, out of his life.
Ryo closed the door and shut his eyes. Nothing compared to closure.