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It was a frightful night. She was all alone in a quiet, grim night. She peddled her way up up Maruyama Lane, Shibuya, but somehow stopped outside the heavy oak door of a place she never been before.
She closed her eyes,
Where am I?
The deadly silence, the eerie surrounding frightened her dreadfully,
She let out a dishearten sigh,
Safe me...
She whispered to herself, turning around, and leaned back against the cold brick wall, she felt her body jerked when her arm accidently ran against a sharp edge. She looked at the blood stain over the scar she just had.
Oh gosh, how she was relieved when she realized that it was just her own imagination, her own nightmare; messing up her own intensity, she had a short sigh,
“It was just my...”
but before she could finish what she wanted to say, the wind blew gruesomely towards her.
She squinted her eyes shut, preventing the dust to flow inside her eyesight, she felt something, or someone walked up to her, pushing her behind for a short time. She lost her breath for a few second.
What?!
She opened her eyes wide,
“What was that,” she looked around, towards both of her sides, searching if there was somebody close enough to give her a hand, but there was no sound of any living human, nor creature there,
The world was still silent.
Just silent.
“I’m alone...” she groaned, but she hear what sounds like footsteps nearby her side. Her pulse picks up speed,
Footsteps...
She closed her eyes again, blocking everything that came across her head.
It’s nothing, she told herself, gasping intensely for some air to breathe, she decided to open her eyes again,
I’m just imagining things,
She repeated that line over and over again for sometimes, gripping her fist tighter, trying to give herself courage open her eyes again,
but then the old steel board nearby her creaked once,
twice,
and again for the third time.
Her heart shrunk and stopped beating for a moment as time passed by.
She took a deep breath before deciding to open her eyes, biting her lower lips, but without any aware of, it started to bleeds.
She felt the pain. Her pulse skips a beat when she knows that she was not on her own.
She knew that she was all unaccompanied from the very beginning, she tried to give herself strength to be strong, and somehow, the only thing that was running through her mind was only,
Fear.
Fear of a man she wanted to see.
Awkwardly;
also a little craved to be with.
She was buried alive with her own fear.
She eased onto her feet, straining to hear, but her heart pounded so loudly in her ears and she was not sure if she was breathing or gasping for air.
She tried to kneel down, but accidently ran her arm on a sharp corner of a wooden plank, and it started to bleed again,
continuously this time.
Her eyes jerked to the gilded Oak doors when a gust of wind hurled them wide open.
She was in a complete terror, as she fell down onto the ground, she heard the footsteps walking out from the building she was leaning against few moments ago.
The footsteps are getting closer.
Much closer.
She felt that her heart started to pumped up, swiftly. Even if it was such a cold night, she felt her sweats lingered down her neck.
She looked straight at the open door;
she couldn't hold it back any longer, when her tears ran down her cheeks.
She shut her eyes tight.
The strong wind blew passed by her again, she still felt the blood from her previous scar still falling down, wiping it away.
She tried to wipe the blood stain from her hand on her faded blue jeans, but suddenly,
she felt a touch, gripping her hand away,
What was that?
She thought when her eyes was still sealed shut, she have to know what was going on,
she took a deep breath in, as she opened her eyes a little.
It was nothing, she said on her own.
She let out a small sigh again, relieved that she was there on her own, "I'm safe," she mumble herself, but without any further notice, she felt someone was caressing her palm her palm that was stained with her blood,
She looked what was there, but it seemed like it was in a distance sight, she saw a pair of frightening, solemn red eyes, looking straight into her eyes.
She fell silent, she didn't even blink an eye, she felt her heart shrieked down. How her heart urged to move away, but she couldn't even move a muscle, her weight turned too heavy for ever to even scream.
"It hurts," she whined, but did he even hear her? "Let me go!" she screamed again, but still no sound was heard
The hand that was gripping her palm a moment ago, moved in a distance flash when it wrapped both of his arms behind her back,
At that second, she felt that she couldn't even breathe anymore,
"Please, I'm begging you," she cries, but was ignored,
"Please let me go," she said again, pleading to be sympathize, but what was she even thinking about??
She felt his breathing was heavy for a moment, as if like his lust has turned where about, he hold her closer in his arms,
"Where are you going, my love?" he said, but her brain went totally blank on what should she even say to him, she touched his hand,
But before she could even think, he...
“NO!!!!” she shrieked unexpectedly, clenching her fist tighter, she opened her eyes wide, breathing uncontrollably, but with the sound of birds twitching outside her room, she looked towards her side, when she only saw her picture with her friends from college, she blinked her eyes for a few times, slowly inhaling some air, she let out a long sigh when she realized, it was just a,
“Dream,” she said softly, closing her eyes for a few moment, she looked in front of her sight.
How beautiful the moon was glowing that night, it was a pity when she had that kind of disturbance on such a dazzling sight.
She pulled her blanket up, covering her face, while holding herself close to herself, “Who is he?” she wondered, thinking back those eyes that was looking at her just now, it seemed like she had seen it somewhere, but why was she not even sure?
She felt thing moved on her side, she looked at her side.
Miyuki smiled a little,
“J,” she whispers, looking at his face for sometimes, rising up her palm, caressing his carefree soft cheek.
She looked at the clock on her wall. It was only four fifteen in the morning. She recalled back what actually happen a while ago, and what made this guy sleeping next to her in his dark blue t-shirt hanging on the chair, he was actually sleeping with only his short pants on.
**
“Take care, and don’t forget to clean yourself up before you go to bed. Then sure it would come and get you again,” Jun told her with a smile across his lips, but before he stepped out from her room, he felt her grabbing his damp palm.
he turned around,
“Huh?” when he felt her suddenly leaned down on his chest,
“I don’t want to be alone, J,” she told him.
**
She closed one side of her eyes.
He didn’t let me go...
This guy doesn’t actually look so bad. He got a sweet smile; those mole on his lips was one of the priceless asset he got on himself. His broad shoulder, my, which women would not go crazy over him.
Strangely, he likes neither of them.
But does that even matter to her anyway. She gently moved her finger on his soft lips, he licked it when he felt her touching it in his dreams perhaps, she had a small smile as her fingers slides lower down his shoulder,
“Jun Matsuda,”
she whispers his name, leaning closer to him, she felt he was breathing gently,
“Thank you for being my friend,” she whispers to his ears, as she pressed her lips against his warm cheek, she changed his gesture a little.
She looked at him, not so sure what he was thinking about, she nodded her head, pushing herself up from the bed, she covers him up with her blanket,
“Have a sweet rest, dear,” she said, as she sat down at the edge of her bed, she stood up and walked towards her study table.
“Maybe it’s a good time,” she said, lifting her shoulder up, she took her diary, and opens up at the last past she wrote a few days ago.
**
18th September 2012
Dear diary,
Urgh!
What the hell is happening with me!
I know that today is the day I’ve been waiting for. To stand together with a man I long to be with,
but...
Why am I feeling like this?
How I am wishing every time I close my eyes I would see his gorgeous refection, but sadly...
Who is he?
Who is this guy?
Why is he always there.
I don’t even know who the hell he is...
But he’s always there...
Oh God, and the play is actually tomorrow. I should be thinking about how nervous I am going to act on the stage with the most hottest man I've ever met in collage, Sunohara, and I’m worried more about this guy who can't stop coming in my dream,
Akiyama.
And what else could I be thinking about when Matsuda was actually there, accompanying me tonight. Sleeping beside me...
Half... naked?
No, that doesn’t sound right, since we are nott doing anything.
Urgh! Whatever Yuki, whattwenty four in the morning, ever. Stop thinking about this.
Just go to sleep!
**
It was around five twenty four in the morning, where the dark night slowly shades away before the daybreak sun light flows up the sky, the birds began to twitch around little by little, when the wind slowly breeze up the morning air.
The sakura tree next to her bed room swags a little bit, when a shadow slowly walks towards her window, looking inside from the shades that was parted away,
he touched the window, as if he was touching her, he looked at the two of them sleeping next to each other.
Tough her his emotion for her crumples up when he saw them together, but he know, and was sure of it, she does not felt anything for the man beside her.
“Miyuki,” he called out for her name, exhaling his breath towards her direction, she moves a little as she felt a gentle wind brushed against her skin.
His brown eyes twinkled against the mirror, when he didn’t see even his own reflection there,
“I’ll keep you safe, Yuki,” he said, slowly moving away from her window, he walked away when he disappear within second,
“I’ll keep you safe,” he told himself as his shadow fades away.
But from the other side, there was another man, with his eyes flared up, he licked his lips, and took a deep breath,
“I’ll make you mine, Yuki. I will make you never forget me, and make you want me more than anyone alive in this world.I’m sure of that,” he said, he smirked on his own and disappear in thin air.
( c ) Kytty Sakuraiba 2014
It was a frightful night. She was all alone in a quiet, grim night. She peddled her way up up Maruyama Lane, Shibuya, but somehow stopped outside the heavy oak door of a place she never been before.
She closed her eyes,
Where am I?
The deadly silence, the eerie surrounding frightened her dreadfully,
She let out a dishearten sigh,
Safe me...
She whispered to herself, turning around, and leaned back against the cold brick wall, she felt her body jerked when her arm accidently ran against a sharp edge. She looked at the blood stain over the scar she just had.
Oh gosh, how she was relieved when she realized that it was just her own imagination, her own nightmare; messing up her own intensity, she had a short sigh,
“It was just my...”
but before she could finish what she wanted to say, the wind blew gruesomely towards her.
She squinted her eyes shut, preventing the dust to flow inside her eyesight, she felt something, or someone walked up to her, pushing her behind for a short time. She lost her breath for a few second.
What?!
She opened her eyes wide,
“What was that,” she looked around, towards both of her sides, searching if there was somebody close enough to give her a hand, but there was no sound of any living human, nor creature there,
The world was still silent.
Just silent.
“I’m alone...” she groaned, but she hear what sounds like footsteps nearby her side. Her pulse picks up speed,
Footsteps...
She closed her eyes again, blocking everything that came across her head.
It’s nothing, she told herself, gasping intensely for some air to breathe, she decided to open her eyes again,
I’m just imagining things,
She repeated that line over and over again for sometimes, gripping her fist tighter, trying to give herself courage open her eyes again,
but then the old steel board nearby her creaked once,
twice,
and again for the third time.
Her heart shrunk and stopped beating for a moment as time passed by.
She took a deep breath before deciding to open her eyes, biting her lower lips, but without any aware of, it started to bleeds.
She felt the pain. Her pulse skips a beat when she knows that she was not on her own.
She knew that she was all unaccompanied from the very beginning, she tried to give herself strength to be strong, and somehow, the only thing that was running through her mind was only,
Fear.
Fear of a man she wanted to see.
Awkwardly;
also a little craved to be with.
She was buried alive with her own fear.
She eased onto her feet, straining to hear, but her heart pounded so loudly in her ears and she was not sure if she was breathing or gasping for air.
She tried to kneel down, but accidently ran her arm on a sharp corner of a wooden plank, and it started to bleed again,
continuously this time.
Her eyes jerked to the gilded Oak doors when a gust of wind hurled them wide open.
She was in a complete terror, as she fell down onto the ground, she heard the footsteps walking out from the building she was leaning against few moments ago.
The footsteps are getting closer.
Much closer.
She felt that her heart started to pumped up, swiftly. Even if it was such a cold night, she felt her sweats lingered down her neck.
She looked straight at the open door;
she couldn't hold it back any longer, when her tears ran down her cheeks.
She shut her eyes tight.
The strong wind blew passed by her again, she still felt the blood from her previous scar still falling down, wiping it away.
She tried to wipe the blood stain from her hand on her faded blue jeans, but suddenly,
she felt a touch, gripping her hand away,
What was that?
She thought when her eyes was still sealed shut, she have to know what was going on,
she took a deep breath in, as she opened her eyes a little.
It was nothing, she said on her own.
She let out a small sigh again, relieved that she was there on her own, "I'm safe," she mumble herself, but without any further notice, she felt someone was caressing her palm her palm that was stained with her blood,
She looked what was there, but it seemed like it was in a distance sight, she saw a pair of frightening, solemn red eyes, looking straight into her eyes.
She fell silent, she didn't even blink an eye, she felt her heart shrieked down. How her heart urged to move away, but she couldn't even move a muscle, her weight turned too heavy for ever to even scream.
"It hurts," she whined, but did he even hear her? "Let me go!" she screamed again, but still no sound was heard
The hand that was gripping her palm a moment ago, moved in a distance flash when it wrapped both of his arms behind her back,
At that second, she felt that she couldn't even breathe anymore,
"Please, I'm begging you," she cries, but was ignored,
"Please let me go," she said again, pleading to be sympathize, but what was she even thinking about??
She felt his breathing was heavy for a moment, as if like his lust has turned where about, he hold her closer in his arms,
"Where are you going, my love?" he said, but her brain went totally blank on what should she even say to him, she touched his hand,
But before she could even think, he...
“NO!!!!” she shrieked unexpectedly, clenching her fist tighter, she opened her eyes wide, breathing uncontrollably, but with the sound of birds twitching outside her room, she looked towards her side, when she only saw her picture with her friends from college, she blinked her eyes for a few times, slowly inhaling some air, she let out a long sigh when she realized, it was just a,
“Dream,” she said softly, closing her eyes for a few moment, she looked in front of her sight.
How beautiful the moon was glowing that night, it was a pity when she had that kind of disturbance on such a dazzling sight.
She pulled her blanket up, covering her face, while holding herself close to herself, “Who is he?” she wondered, thinking back those eyes that was looking at her just now, it seemed like she had seen it somewhere, but why was she not even sure?
She felt thing moved on her side, she looked at her side.
Miyuki smiled a little,
“J,” she whispers, looking at his face for sometimes, rising up her palm, caressing his carefree soft cheek.
She looked at the clock on her wall. It was only four fifteen in the morning. She recalled back what actually happen a while ago, and what made this guy sleeping next to her in his dark blue t-shirt hanging on the chair, he was actually sleeping with only his short pants on.
**
“Take care, and don’t forget to clean yourself up before you go to bed. Then sure it would come and get you again,” Jun told her with a smile across his lips, but before he stepped out from her room, he felt her grabbing his damp palm.
he turned around,
“Huh?” when he felt her suddenly leaned down on his chest,
“I don’t want to be alone, J,” she told him.
**
She closed one side of her eyes.
He didn’t let me go...
This guy doesn’t actually look so bad. He got a sweet smile; those mole on his lips was one of the priceless asset he got on himself. His broad shoulder, my, which women would not go crazy over him.
Strangely, he likes neither of them.
But does that even matter to her anyway. She gently moved her finger on his soft lips, he licked it when he felt her touching it in his dreams perhaps, she had a small smile as her fingers slides lower down his shoulder,
“Jun Matsuda,”
she whispers his name, leaning closer to him, she felt he was breathing gently,
“Thank you for being my friend,” she whispers to his ears, as she pressed her lips against his warm cheek, she changed his gesture a little.
She looked at him, not so sure what he was thinking about, she nodded her head, pushing herself up from the bed, she covers him up with her blanket,
“Have a sweet rest, dear,” she said, as she sat down at the edge of her bed, she stood up and walked towards her study table.
“Maybe it’s a good time,” she said, lifting her shoulder up, she took her diary, and opens up at the last past she wrote a few days ago.
**
18th September 2012
Dear diary,
Urgh!
What the hell is happening with me!
I know that today is the day I’ve been waiting for. To stand together with a man I long to be with,
but...
Why am I feeling like this?
How I am wishing every time I close my eyes I would see his gorgeous refection, but sadly...
Who is he?
Who is this guy?
Why is he always there.
I don’t even know who the hell he is...
But he’s always there...
Oh God, and the play is actually tomorrow. I should be thinking about how nervous I am going to act on the stage with the most hottest man I've ever met in collage, Sunohara, and I’m worried more about this guy who can't stop coming in my dream,
Akiyama.
And what else could I be thinking about when Matsuda was actually there, accompanying me tonight. Sleeping beside me...
Half... naked?
No, that doesn’t sound right, since we are nott doing anything.
Urgh! Whatever Yuki, whattwenty four in the morning, ever. Stop thinking about this.
Just go to sleep!
**
It was around five twenty four in the morning, where the dark night slowly shades away before the daybreak sun light flows up the sky, the birds began to twitch around little by little, when the wind slowly breeze up the morning air.
The sakura tree next to her bed room swags a little bit, when a shadow slowly walks towards her window, looking inside from the shades that was parted away,
he touched the window, as if he was touching her, he looked at the two of them sleeping next to each other.
Tough her his emotion for her crumples up when he saw them together, but he know, and was sure of it, she does not felt anything for the man beside her.
“Miyuki,” he called out for her name, exhaling his breath towards her direction, she moves a little as she felt a gentle wind brushed against her skin.
His brown eyes twinkled against the mirror, when he didn’t see even his own reflection there,
“I’ll keep you safe, Yuki,” he said, slowly moving away from her window, he walked away when he disappear within second,
“I’ll keep you safe,” he told himself as his shadow fades away.
But from the other side, there was another man, with his eyes flared up, he licked his lips, and took a deep breath,
“I’ll make you mine, Yuki. I will make you never forget me, and make you want me more than anyone alive in this world.I’m sure of that,” he said, he smirked on his own and disappear in thin air.
( c ) Kytty Sakuraiba 2014
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