Riddle Of My Past

In the Dark

Chapter Six: In the Dark

I sat next to Keiton on his bed. I was at one end, and he was at the other.

"I wish you would relax more around me, Rairakku-chan," Keiton mused, looking at me with beady eyes. I shifted, my face heating.

"You're just the second boy I've been around, that's all," I responded, glad my voice could keep steady. "It's just...new to me."

"Well," Keiton started, inching from his spot on the other side of the bed. "It's new to be sharing a room with my future wife. We are getting married. I think we should try to enhance our relationship..." he trailed off, and continued to move forward. I gulped, and turned to fully face him.

I opened my mouth to speak, but nothing came out, so I closed it, only to open it again, and close it again. I sighed, and looked down, my nerves sending uncomfortable chills down my body. Was I scared? Worried? Curious? Excited? I couldn't tell. Before I knew it, Keiton was right next to me, reaching out to touch me. I didn't stop him. I let him place his hand on my thigh and wrap his other arm around me, to almost pull me into a hug.

His thumb rubbed small circles on my thigh lightly, making a small blush powered my cheeks. As casually as I could, I moved his hand away from my thigh, letting it drop to the bed.

"Too sudden?" Keiton asked, letting go of me, and scooting over a little bit so there was a gap between us. I bit my lip and nodded.

"I don't think we should do anything intimate until the...marriage," I whispered, my breath catching in my throat.

Keiton faked a small smile and just nodded.

"I just don't want to rush anything," I blurted. The look on his face made me feel guilty, even though I hadn't done anything wrong.

"Rush what?" Keiton bit at me. I flinched at his words.

"Rush the relationship," I supplied.

"We're going to be married a long time, I don't think there's a such thing as rushing," Keiton grumbled.

"Yes, so we have the rest of our marriage to gradually do more," I piped, trying to end the conversation. I stood up, walking a couple of steps before turning and saying, "I'll be in my garden if you need me."

Keiton just nodded, getting up from the bed and busying himself with reading.

I frowned at his bitterness and stalked out of the room, eager to go and tend to the plants Keiton has generously provided me. As I walked down the hall, a closet door I had just past slid open, and a hand shot out, grabbing me, and pulling me into it.

A hand was clamped onto my mouth to keep me from making a noise. I felt my throat constrict out of fear. "Stop it, it's me. You don't know how much of a pain it is to get in here," a familiar voice hissed. I gasped, and slapped the hand away, turning to face the voice. It was pitch black in the closet, so I couldn't see anything, but still, I could feel the heat coming from the other body.

"Yameru?" I whispered, not able to hold back the happiness in my voice. "Is it really you?" I paused, my eyebrows scrunching. I fisted my hand, and shot it forward, successfully hitting Yameru in the gut. He grunted, and I could tell he was glaring at me. "You ass, where have you been?!"

"Don't test my patience," he snapped, "I have had it stretched just by getting in here. Jeez, you should tell your husband-to-be that you aren't very well protected." Yameru sighed, and leaned away from me, most likely leaning against the wall. I just scoffed.

"I'm fine," I assured, waving him off. "I can take care of myself."

"Hn, didn't you say something like that to your father," Yameru hummed. I felt my breath catch in my throat. I never forgot about the day Yameru had suddenly appeared in my life in his disrespectful glory.

"Yes," I said quietly, "Yes I did, and haven't I proved him right so far?" I felt my heart sink slightly. I didn't want this to be what Yameru and I talked about when we saw each other again. Far from it really...

Yameru didn't say anything for a moment, and then sighed. "Yes, you have. You're more skilled than he prefers to acknowledge," Yameru said. I smiled at the sincerity in his voice, and blindly shuffled forward to give him a hug. I awkwardly found him, touching his chest. Yameru instantly tensed, uncomfortable by the contact. Ignoring that, I patted him down, trying to figure out what was where, and then just gave up and gave him an awkward, messed up hug. "I don't like hugs," Yameru breathed, irritated.

"Aw, I do," I cooed, "Mind suffering for a couple minutes?" I looked up at him, giving him an innocent look, even though he couldn't see it.

"Yes," he retorted.

I snickered and ignored him. "Silly, you think I care what you have to say," I mused. Yameru just grunted, and raised a hand to pat my head.

I blinked slowly at his choice of actions. Didn't we almost kissed a couple weeks back? Why was he patting my head?! I want to try that kiss over...

I felt my face heat at the intimate thought, and stared at Yameru expectantly. "Where's your face?" I asked.

I could hear Yameru open his mouth the speak, but then he hesitated. "Why?"

"...Just curious..."

Reluctantly, he said, "Right in front of yours."

I hummed, and had a finger tail up his torso, as if it was walking. It trailed up his chest, to his neck, over his chin, and rested at his lips. They were right in front of mine. The only thing that kept our lips from meeting was my finger. I licked my lips, feeling the same blush take over as last time. It covered all of my body, warming me internally, and almost making me feel like I was melting.

Before I knew what was really happening, we were kissing. Just as I imagined, his lips were soft, and he was rough, and forceful, but I liked it. I don't know when he turned us around, but he was pressing my back to the wall, and my legs were wrapped around his waist.

As much as I loved that he finally kissed me, the dreamy feeling I had vanished, and my eyes flew open. I slapped my hands to Yameru's cheeks and pushed him away.

"As much as I am loving this right now, I'm not ready for anything beyond this," I spat out, my words slurring into another. I held my breath, waiting for his answer, afraid of what it would be.

What if he left, and never came back? What if I hurt him? What if he's angry? Will he ever forgive me? Did I do something wrong? SPEAK! I'm going to go nuts.

I fidgeted, looking in front of me nervously.

Without saying anything, Yameru put his forehead on mine and said, "I respect that." I closed my eyes in relief at the answer, and relaxed against him. "But, that doesn't mean I won't take advantage of the privileges I do get." I blinked at his blunt words, before a giggle escaped my lips.

"That's almost romantic," I commented.

Yameru just grunted. "Stop talking," he whispered, kissing me again. This time it was softer, more teasing in a way.

I felt pure happiness at Yameru's intimacy, it was different from Keiton's by millions of miles, light years, lifetimes, even. It was...real.

And I just had to ruin the moment.

Once Keiton entered my mind, he wouldn't leave. Guilty flooded me, and almost choked me. I broke away from Yameru, and then noticed I was crying. Silently, I thanks God that I had broke away when I did.

I breathed deeply, calming myself, before I said, "It's hard."

"What's...hard?" Yameru retorted, almost as if he was angry, but a part of me knew better.

"I don't know...I just feel...something is bothering me," I whispered. Yameru cleared his throat, and tension fell on to us like thick morning fog.

Yameru leaned into me, pressing me more into the wall. My heart started to beat like a hummingbird, even so, more tears dripped from my eyes. Yameru's lips brushed on my neck, and then he stopped, as if caught off guard. I felt him close his eyes, his eyelashes fluttering against my neck.

"Why are you crying?" he whispered, backing up from the wall. He pulled his head back just to press his forehead to mine.

"I feel guilty," I informed. My lips quivered, and I felt pathetic. Here was Yameru, such a strong person, having to consol some crying girl who feels guilty.

I'm sorry I'm so stupid, Yameru.

As if he had read my mind he said, "You're not stupid, nor are you some girl." As kind as those words were, I felt myself crumble against him. I stuffed my face into his shoulder as tears spilled.

"You're too kind," I sobbed. Despite the tears, I chuckled, those words sounding weird being directed at Yameru. He chuckled too, but it was distant, as if he wasn't really listening.

I ignored that, and unlatched myself from Yameru, stepping back.

"I should be going." I looked at Yameru and slowly shuffled to the door. "I'll be in the garden, if you want anymore surprise attacks," I joked. When he didn't respond, I frowned, but slid the door open and walked out.

Of course, I went to the garden, and I enjoyed being surrounded by the flowers, and plant life, even if most of them were dead. I would fix that in no time.

As guilty as I felt about the whole Yameru thing, a little gardening cleared that from my mind, and I was put into the zone. I cooed at the plants, and petted them, having my own moments.

So what brought me out of my moment? Simple. A hand slapping on to my mouth, and the person that hand was connected to just so happened to pull me into the forest, where no one could see me.

Shit. Was I just kidnapped?

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