Post by Kohaku LeBara on Dec 23, 2009 4:34:47 GMT -5
I haven't written like this in a while.
Criticize it as harsh as you wish. Please be honest.
This is Young Kohaku (20) and his (passed)wife Cho (17)
"Don't do. Don't. Please, don't!"
The begs echoed the room, no other noise could be heard but those pathetic begs, those pleas. It was pointless though. The words lingered in the air and the young woman, no the young girl on the bed was unmoved. She wasn't small, having a mature face, womans figure with wide hips and swelled chest. Brown eyes even held a since of age to them, though in all the child wasn't old, not at all. Barely seventeen years were put into growing this form and many more years of experience and of knowledge were pounded into that mind. Pale hands laid limp in her lap, legs covered by simple denim jeans. They didn't stand out, no special design or design, just simple thrift store type. She was so simple. That white top clinging to her shoulders, exposing the top of her breasts as it slid down to tie a not at the center, flowing loose below, hiding the true shape of her stomach. that child was silent for so long in life and even now, words weren't falling from those naked lips, not decorated in some coating such as gloss like many her age. Would normal people cry now? Maybe. Not her though, no that would be stupid. She tossed away such emotions, they were pointless.
"...Mon chéri"
Those sweet foreign words, nothing could keep her from lifting her head to stare at those amber eyes, the ones that belonged to him, the man who owned her heart and soul. Warm chocolate irises looked the man over before her, unable to look away. Tall and lean. He wasn't lanky oh no, for a boy of barely twenty he certainly could hold his own. that pale face, those lips gently parted, as if wanting to speak but can't. She can hear the shaky breath, god it hurts to see that look in those eyes that she loved. Fear. That mop of silver hair, always smelling of sweet apples., how many nights had they laid under the stars with that mop of hair in her lap, playing with it while he thrilled her with stories. She didn't speak, she didn't need to. Over the few years he had learned to read her actions. She lifted her hand, as if to reach but simply held it up. In an instant he was by the bed side, on knee on the bed as one hand gripped hers, his arm wrapped around her back to pull her close. They were mere inches apart, her eyes never breaking away from the golden hue before her. they reminded her of her fathers, only her fathers eyes were always holding a dangerous twinkle, some plan going through his head on how to make things more amusing. No, these eyes were different. They were shimmering with the tears that glazed them, filled with worry and fear. God how she loved those eyes. She loved waking up in these arms, seeing those eyes meeting hers with a smile in tow.
"mon chéri, parler!" Silence. "vous m'effrayez!!"
He always talked his mother language when he was under distress. She wanted to tell him it was alright, oh how much she wanted to but she couldn't. Cause it wasn't alright. Everything was coming apart, danger was near. She could feel it with each every step, each thick breath. Something was coming. There was a soft warmth on her forehead and cheeks from his gentle kisses, his shaky breath repeating words in that language. French. She would never admit it, but once she met him and learned he spoke it she had spent countless nights reading book upon book of the language so she could understand. She told Slasher, that dear man, that it was so she would know he wans't doing something foul and trying to cover it with foreign words but no. The truth was she did it cause she wanted to be able to understand every word that came from that man, the one who laughed when they first met and caused her to fall in love in a way she never knew.
"Cho...Cho!!"
The girl broke form her trance and stared at the man before her in shock, realizing what was really going on. Kohaku, the man she loved was kneeling on the bed, cupping her face with shaky hands, his eyes threating to spill over in tears of worry, his breath almost sobs. The woman took a breath, gasping weakly before staring at him with wide eyes. What was she doing? She couldn't let him know that danger was near. He would take her away form here, to protect her but still. She couldn't have him get in the way, never, no not him. She would rather die then see him get involved in this god damn fight. It was her fight. that bastard killed her parents, and he was just her love. her only love, the one she would hold to the grave. Which felt very near. She couldn't think that way though, she had to be strong. Instead the girl took a moment of silence before looking up at him and giving a warm smile.
"Ko...haku"
The man let out a shaky sob, kissing her gently before kissing her cheek again, pulling her into his arms. The girl was moved on her knees as well, leaning forward so she was in his arms. She didn't argue. Instead, she gripped his shirt, hiding his face in the dark cloth that covered his shoulder. He scolded her gently, his hand stroking the chestnut locks that spilled down her shoulders, speaking in a hushed whisper, trying to stay in English to slipping.
"Je vous aime, Please.. don't scare me! ne moi effrayez pas!!"
"I"m sorry...I didn't mean to scare you, but you know how I am.."
"You shut down..please don't do that. I love you....Je vous aime"
He kissed her again, so gentle and warm, oh how she loved that of him. his warmth, his soft nature and that god damn laugh that made her fall for him the moment they met. He was so full of
life he was happy. why did she marry him? Why did she drag that beautiful soul down into her tainted hell? The girl fell silent and continued to grip his shirt, burying her face into is chest. She was the worst cause she didn't regret dragging him with her. It was worth the pain to come, for her it was. Of course she knew it would tear him apart. But...she didn't care. She wanted this warmth, this happiness. The future held what it held, for now, all she wanted was that sweet love to engulf her and smother and blind her till the end.
Till the end. She would fool him till the end with this false smile. Tears would follow this moment in the future. Most would be his no doubt. But that's not what scared her. What scared he was the fact that she knew, she knew...she wasn't in that future.
Her only desire, is to have that laugh in her last moment. She could go happy then, oh yes, she could certainly go happy then[/size][/blockquote]
