Disclaimer: Expect the same thing.
I DON”T OWN NOR CREATED YYH. (Sigh!)
There I said it out loud and clear!
I hope in my heart that nobody will sue me,
I’m just a minor, poor, helpless, I can’t even write a decent fanfic,
can’t even support myself, blah-blah-blah…you know stuff.
Reminders:
This is the first time that I wrote a fanfic (actually the first one I finished.)
I wrote it the same time I’m working on “Winged Promise”
so it bears the same striking dull quality.
Hey, I’m warning you now! But ok! Read it,
it would be a pleasure for people to read this crap.
Not Forgotten
She found him wounded, he was an inch close to death.
Half-buried in the snow she dug him up,
her hands freezing and numbing from the cold but still she continued on,
pawing through the snow until finally he was free.
And now he’s recovering…
After weeks inside her house nursed by her so carefully
he could now stand up and walk across the room.
She would stare at him each night, touching that angelic face
and feeling the softness of his silver blue hair.
But she never told anyone about it.
She lived alone and had few friends but she won’t trust them.
The mythical creature on her bed was for her and her alone.
He the magical prince of the moonlight, her own Endymion.
It’s been a month now, he stayed there peacefully.
Youko found bliss inside her household but he knew too well
that he left a family behind. His mother would be worried sick and
Yusuke would probably go on a search for him.
It would be selfish for him to stay for many reasons.
First of all, his mother and friends would worry over him and
that Eenah’s knowledge about him could very well cost her life.
He was after all a wanted man, any information is vital and needed.
He should go.
But he can’t.
It’s hard to say goodbye looking at that glassy midnight eyes of Eenah,
the girl who took care of him.
He owe her his life and the truth is, he craves more than her soothing touch,
rather the fiery of her love, blazing yet unrushed.
And he…he depended too much on her, and she needed him to.
Both had come to a realization with their feelings towards each other.
He was disturbed from his thoughts when he heard some shuffling
of footsteps coming straight towards him.
His keen sense of smell and hearing told him that it was Eenah
dressed in her usual garments straight home from school.
“Youko, are you hungry?” She said quietly peering inside his room,
she carried something on her hand, he knew that smell.
It’s his favorite food, the one that she never forgot to bring home from him.
He looked up, tonight he would say no.
This night, he would start detaching himself from her and realize
the awful consequence of his actions.
“No, thanks.” He replied casually but he regretted it,
a wave of surprise and sadness swept over her face,
it was evident as it shone clearly on those eyes.
For a while, she stood there immobile and thinking, but what?
She glanced at the pizza she’s holding and suddenly felt foolish.
She turned to go but with his reflexes he grabbed hold of her
and she landed softly against him, his body cushioning her fall.
She turned briefly toward him, her eyes imploring for him to say it.
Her fingers curled around his giving it a light squeeze,
coaxing him to say those words.
She dreaded to hear it, but she had to, otherwise both of them would suffer.
“Please, don’t hide it anymore from me.”
She whispered against his ear, turning sideways
so she could fully press himself against him.
To feel his warmth, would she ever experience it again?
Amber eyes shone guiltily. “What are you saying?”
She pulled away from him a sad smile tugging on his lips.
He was a bad actor, an amateur with her.
But in reality, Youko can’t hide anything from her.
She was too sweet and open that it would be unfair not to do the same.
She rested her face on his shoulder.
“That you needed to go.
You’re not human I know and so you must go back to your own world,
wherever that is. I would only hope for you to be safe…always.”
She became blunt with her words and was pained for it.
He opened his mouth to defend himself but no sound came out.
Eenah sighed. “I know, I felt it. But it’s fine with me, you can go now.
That’s the next thing you should do right?”
He turned away his hands dropping to his sides like all life
was drained out of him and he became a doll, a puppet.
She didn’t wait for an answer, she couldn’t.
She sped out of his room and straight into the bathroom.
Eenah locked herself in, her fingers trembling.
For the longest time she stared blankly on the wall numb with pain.
Who is she kidding? She doesn’t want him to leave her,
he was the one who filled up that empty gap in her life.
She wasn’t alone anymore with him…
Her bottom lip quivered and her shoulder shook from sobbing.
She clamped a hand on her mouth to stifle her cries.
She shouldn’t let him hear her,
she’s strong and she can live a life again on her own.
If she survived 18 years of her life alone she can do it and move on.
She had to bury in her mind that Youko was borrowed
and needed to be returned.
She served her purpose and so has he and the time has come to part.
But it hurts, it hurts too much that she can’t breathe.
In the comfort of the bathroom she cried embracing her knees close together,
rocking back and forth, it was throbbing,
that feeling of losing someone and knowing he won’t come back.
It’s killing her.
On the other side, Youko was listening to her,
his heart bleeding and calling out to her.
His hand clasped the arrogant door knob
providing a gap for them he wanted to close.
He yanked at it furiously.
His face twisted in emotions so new and foreign to him.
Love and Sadness, how can two beautiful and different emotions be a perfect pair for him to feel?
“I don’t want to be alone anymore.”
She whispered unaware of her grieving listener.
He sat there, his ear pressed on the door.
He wanted to comfort her, take her in his arms and tell her that
he won’t leave her. Suddenly, her soft whimpering was swallowed
by the splattering of the droplets of water pattering on the tiles.
Her sobs were drowned by the water gushing
and he waited there patiently listening…hoping…. yearning.
There are so many things he felt, so confusing.
Inside, Eenah leaned on the cold wall,
her clothes clung to her like second skin and her hair plastered
on her head sticking to her skull.
She can’t stop crying, she can’t stop the tears from flowing.
She was helpless and wounded by her inner battles with Youko.
It would be selfish to ask him to stay, she knew so much
that he’s ready and able to leave her weeks ago,
but it was her that’s stopping him.
Her muted plea as she kissed him goodnight
or the way she placed his plate of food. She’s preventing him to leave…
She was preoccupied with his thoughts that she didn’t realize
that he was already standing there a towel on his hand.
“Eenah, you’ll catch a cold. Get of your clothes right now and dry yourself.”
He said without emotion but his eyes deceived him.
His amber eyes flickered with longing
and his touches as well as he wrapped a towel around her.
Eenah quietly brushed away the tears in a futile attempt
to cover up her misery, but she knew that her eyes were red and swollen.
She can’t hide the pain and she felt like a fool,
acting so brave only to break down minutes after.
In silence they went to her room.
He gently pushed her in, clothes were already on the bed.
He prepared them no doubt, it’s his favorite dress for her to wear,
that white dress long and virginal…so pure just like her.
“I’ll leave you now.” He said softly his the back of his hand
brushing against her cheek. She caught it and kissed it. “Stay…with me…tonight.”
He drew in a huge breath. “You don’t know what you’re asking.”
“If you are going to leave me, please let this be special,
let me love you. Let me be…one…with you.”
Youko gazed at those glassy eyes and met her passion
and love that matched his own.
Tonight, indeed he would let her love him and him love her.
This would be the best and their last night together before they would part.
She shivered as a cold wind passed inside her room.
He closed all windows and turned off the lights.
Only the moon guided him straight to her
and she was like a moon goddess straight from a night swim.
Glittering with water droplets and her skin aglow.
“I love you.” She said in a voice helpless. “I tried to stop myself but I can’t.”
He hushed her, his hands peeling away her clothes.
“We can’t question nor stop love.
I came to love you so naturally that it seems like I’ve been doing it again and again.”
Her eyes twinkled. “You love me?”
“I told you so many times when you sleep beside me,
when you prepare those meals, when we watch the stars together…
tonight my love we shall be the stars.”
In the darkened room, their bodies spoke of a union mere words can’t describe.
Body and soul they united , joined together by love so sublime
and pure that nothing can’t taunt nor taint it.
As the bed creaked again and again, she could only say his name and finally
with one final thrust the world was theirs.
They chorused together, each shouting one another’s name.
They reached heaven, they floated in a cloud and was transported to a paradise,
theirs alone forever and ever.
And at last, as her heart slowed down she looked at him,
and touched his face.
“I’ve become your bride now, haven’t I?”
She asked, trailing his sensual mouth with the tips of her fingers,
he caught it and nipped at it softly and he pulled her closer again,
kissing her mouth hungrily.
“And I’ve become your husband.” He answered just before sleep overpowered her.
By midnight, she awakened when she felt him leave the bedroom.
He sat on the ledge of the window deep in thought.
She stood up, wrapping the sheets around her naked body.
He was like an Adonis, so perfect and beautiful.
He wasn’t ashamed of his nudity, he looked up at her
and stretched his arms out to her.
She came to him and sat on his lap.
Eenah nuzzled against him, tonight is the night to end all nights.
She would die in spirit knowing that he would no longer be a part of her life.
“By tomorrow morning I shall be gone.” He said softly,
his hand traveling across her bare arms and into those intimate parts of her body.
“I know.” She said letting the truth sink into her painfully.
She then plucked his hands from her and squeezed it tightly, begging.
“Please make me forget.”
He stared at her in surprise. “You want what?”
He couldn’t believe what she just said.
Her eyes shone with tears that slid down freely, unrestrained.
“Let me forget. I would die, I would weep knowing that you left me.
Make me drink a potion to erase all memories.
I don’t know what would happen if you will leave.”
CONTINUED ON PART II.........
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