disclaimer: TWENY not mine.
And yeah, I know that Sho is 18 and Mitsuki is 23. But do I care in the FF world? No.
notes: Slight langauge. And I beat TWEWY.
And don't be so zetta slow when it comes to reviewing. ;D
I want to have a F-Everything blog like the Prince.
kick off your stilettos
"we're not falling in love, we're just falling apart."
She feels him breathing down her neck, those soft, cold; dead puffs of air as his lips brush the curve of her throat. And the glasses carelessly clatter as they drop on the floor and she doesn't even have the energy to complain because his lips are on hers; no calculations are going to help her, so she bites his lip hard enough to draw blood.
"I absolutely loathe you."
(I wish you were dead. I wish you were dead, dead, dead. I wish you were fucking dead, already.)
She snarls, and he just smirks at her carnal instincts. He doesn't say a word; he never does.
Normally, it would be the other way, with her silent smug smile playing on her lips and his maniacal smiles and brilliant laughter— she would count his hatred in kisses, just like he is doing today.
(I know that I should have killed you when I had the chance. Shibuya, doesn't need you and neither do I. Doesn't matter how high-ranked you are, I'll still break you into fractions, the day I don't need you.)
He pushes her against the scraps of metal in his studio and kisses her, hard. Before she pushes him away, all frenzied with her mussed hair and swollen lips; he smirks at the thought of ruining the order of this woman. "Meeting, with the Conductor," she says as she smoothes out her dress.
The door slams; and he's left waiting.
"You're zetta slow!"
He says twirling a piece of scrap metal like it was hair; he doesn't like to be kept waiting, after all. But he waits anyway, since she is the reason he's in the game in the first place and she's the key to being the Composer.
She smirks, "I know."
He wonders if she knows, that she's being used or if she's thinking the exact same thing.
("we aren't in love, we're just in hate.")
Hatred makes people do crazy things, so does power.