A little lateness never hurt anybody...

Even if it is 3 days late.

Well, my apologies for the lack of updates since last Thursday. I was caught with a bad cold. But now, on this...7th day (hah hah, funny, it actually is!), I will resume my daily posts, seeing as I'm feeling much better.

Now, as I had said last time, I wouldn't actually know what to post next, but I finally came to picking something.

This is another little dramatic story, featuring that couple I posted on the 2nd day (look up the 2nd day for reference). It's a bit longer than their first story, but it's also a one-shot, currently on indefinite hiatus along with the whole series representing them.

If you take a peek , then leave a shout-out or something.

Enjoy.

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The hidden passions we share

Kou X Nadia (original pairing)

Rating: M

Genre: Romance, drama

She gasped as she awoke, body convulsed in cold, icy sweat. There were the dreams again, her childhood days with the woman she assumed was her “mother”, though that was in role, so to speak. Her mentor had been as well a mother for her. Her real mother, her human one anyway, had passed away at her giving birth to said woman. Those beautiful days on that island…since that accident however, things wouldn’t ever be the same again. Mykonos then took her in, engulfing her rising emotions even more. Manipulating her, he bred her to be the perfect weapon for him. But soon, the “heiress” to the overlord grew and could see the twisted truth more clearly; but now it was too late.

She closed her eyes and touched the small tattoo on her shoulder blade. She flinched when her hand came in contact with it. This was the proof that no matter what circumstances befell her, she would always belong and would be returned to Mykonos whether she wanted to, or not. He had her in his iron fist now. But she had been trying to escape her grim fate time and time again, but this time the unexpected happened; she unwillingly brought the life of another one into her tragedy.

“Tatsume,” she whispered, opening her clear blue eyes, always reflecting the temper, mood, and the sadness of her given element; the ever-conflicting sea. The blue would never leave her eyes; it was only natural for her. But the blue in the man’s eyes were a sharp contrast yet they held a similar feel to it as hers. His were the blue of day while hers were the blue of night. Two equal shades of colors differentiating yet resembling.

But deep inside, she knew that wasn’t what she meant.

His eyes had the same expression as hers; the emptiness, the grief, the misfortune that somehow befell them. Hers in her upbringing, his in ways she did not feel to ask. Yet, he always hid it with a smile. Always. At first glance she was fooled by his smile, but now she knew better. But no matter what she would say, he always had kind remarks to say that accentuated with the smile he displayed. Even the sharp wit of sarcasm could’ve been misinterpreted as a gentle joke when he sad it with that smile of his. Perhaps he liked playing the fool, always smiling and laughing like that.

Frowning, the woman looked outside, narrowing her eyes as the rain crashed down upon her window. Thunder boomed down and scoffing slightly, the woman looked away and left her bed. Walking down the stairs, she closed her eyes, losing herself in her thoughts again.

Why had he done that? Sacrificed himself for me? Joining my selfish cause, he claims he loves me; yet I can’t let him love me. I won’t allow it. The mission is at stake here. I won’t let him love me until I’ve achieved that mission. But yet... he still draws me in sometimes. He makes me yearn. And all he said were three little words…

Sipping her coffee, the young woman looked towards the window and looked indifferent by the incoming lights of the car coming towards the garage. Well, it was a little later than his usual time; only 10:00. Her curfew for returning was by midnight, but he always came three hours earlier. Though tonight was a little later then his usual. Not that she minded, really. She was used to it.

But even she had to ask herself why he always came early. They rarely spoke but only used their eyes for communication. Even then she still wondered why he bothered to slip in some form of verbal dialogue afterwards.

Their relationship couldn’t be described without having some hints of confusion. What kind of people barely talked to one another but still knew that the other was thinking? They rarely employed their telepathic powers, barely made eye contact and she mostly blocked any sort of incoming resonance outside of duty, making it that much more complicated to understand…

Putting the empty cup in the sink, the blue-haired woman quickly retook her path to the staircase when she was interrupted by his welcoming chuckle and a “Hello there,” as he came into the room, soaking wet, with umbrella and grocery bags in tow. Eyes widening, the woman looked over her shoulder to her smiling partner who was leaving to place his trench coat in the closet.

Damn it all, he had caught her leaving again. And now she was somewhat forced to give a reply and stay around; or else it would’ve been impolite to do so. Rolling her eyes, she stepped back down and went into the kitchen just as her partner also returned inside. The two exchanged short glances before unpacking the bags of mainly foods and accessories. Soon cupboards and cabinets were soon creaking open as the two in unison quickly refilled the kitchen room and the fridge and freezer with the respectable necessities.

Taking a short glance at her male partner, the woman scoffed and addressed him. “You should go take a shower. Then get some sleep. Don’t bother coming into my room tonight, I might be too distracted.” And hands in her bed robe pockets, the woman again tried to leave the premises to return to her room and without another word from her partner, she succeeded.

“…Alright then, I’ll do that. Though that shouldn’t mean that you’re not to hesitate to come into my room, you know…I’ll always welcome you into open arms.” He chuckled at his last sentence and was replied with a “Hmph” before she left his sight completely. Smile shortening, the blonde scratched the back of his head and yawned before walking up the stairs and heading towards the bathroom, which was next to his partner’s room…

He hoped he wouldn’t make too much noise as he showered. He would’ve hoped however, that he would’ve made her join him…Shrugging, the blonde grabbed a towel from the closet and went inside.

((Well, that's it for tonight.))

Until then,

See you on the flipside.

Suzanne Helen James.

11.29.09.