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zarahjoyce) wrote2013-01-27 08:38 pm
zarahjoyce) wrote2013-01-27 08:38 pm
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KRF Fic: Dawn
Rating: PG
Summary: He had no reason to wake up early but he had nearly five years' worth of reasons to stay on that bed for however long he wanted.
Tomoko had always been a light sleeper.
Ryusei found out about this during the first night he spent in her apartment. It was nearing dawn and he should be up because his job had taught him to always be up hours before light broke, but when he turned on the bed Tomoko quickly snaked an arm over his chest, pinning him to where he was.
"Please stay," she had whispered then. "Just for tonight. Please-- please stay."
He had noticed that her hand had closed around his shirt, bunching it up in a fierce, almost desperate grip, and Ryusei swallowed because his throat was so tight-- "Tomoko-chan--"
"Please." And she'd moved her head towards his neck, moved her body so that her leg was over his thighs and she'd been so very warm and inviting and why did he have to be up again? He wasn't on assignment today. He had nothing planned for today. So maybe, just this once--
"--all right."
And she laughed darkly and kissed his shoulder and she was so warm and--
--that had been a week ago, and for seven nights he didn't bother waking up before dawn. He had no reason to wake up early but he had nearly five years' worth of reasons to stay on that bed for however long he wanted. At least, that was the excuse he kept telling himself.
But, now--
"I can't stay."
Natto dangled precariously on her chopsticks, and some of them fell over her soup. She didn't notice it, so Ryusei pretended he didn't as well.
He pushed his plate away, and waited - dreaded - the questions that would come.
"I know."
And then Tomoko resumed eating, and so did he.
Even if the food tasted like dirt and felt like dust going down his throat.
Once, long before this day, Inga told him he'd crave for a cigarette, even if he didn't smoke. He shook his head and called her absurd - why would he crave for something he'd never even tasted? And she laughed and asked him why he never tried smoking when it was one of the few luxuries they were allowed to indulge in, and he told her point-blank that he had an addictive personality - he didn't try smoking because if he did he might like it and if he liked it too much then he'd get addicted and quitting was never an option for him for anything.
Inga said quitting was never easy, though some tried to cold turkey their way to stop smoking and those were often the ones who easily failed and went right back to smoking anyway.
Tomoko shifted on her bed, but didn't wake, and Ryusei watched her from where he stood and he swallowed and averted his eyes. She looked so warm, so inviting. If only he could, he'd crawl right back to that bed and wrap his arms around her, maybe whisper nonsensical things because that was one of the things he found out about himself when they were in bed together and--
Cold turkey.
He didn't bother to collect his things, because lingering for too long might tempt him to stay and they both knew he couldn't and it was only a matter of time before he had to leave again. Ryusei checked his watch; now he only had hours before a plane would come for him on a rendezvous point to take him back to the headquarters in time for a new assignment.
"I'll be going to America for a tour," she'd told him three nights ago, "to promote my book there. Maybe-- maybe you could come with me?"
And it was easy to say yes, I will but that would be a lie and Ryusei was tired of lying to her, and so he'd said, "I'll meet you there." And for a second she looked almost sad but then Tomoko smiled and nodded and that was that.
The doorknob felt cold to his hands, and Ryusei took his time in slipping his gloves on before turning the knob again.
Already he was counting the time until he could come back here - to her.
But, for now--
Goodbye.
Summary: He had no reason to wake up early but he had nearly five years' worth of reasons to stay on that bed for however long he wanted.
Tomoko had always been a light sleeper.
Ryusei found out about this during the first night he spent in her apartment. It was nearing dawn and he should be up because his job had taught him to always be up hours before light broke, but when he turned on the bed Tomoko quickly snaked an arm over his chest, pinning him to where he was.
"Please stay," she had whispered then. "Just for tonight. Please-- please stay."
He had noticed that her hand had closed around his shirt, bunching it up in a fierce, almost desperate grip, and Ryusei swallowed because his throat was so tight-- "Tomoko-chan--"
"Please." And she'd moved her head towards his neck, moved her body so that her leg was over his thighs and she'd been so very warm and inviting and why did he have to be up again? He wasn't on assignment today. He had nothing planned for today. So maybe, just this once--
"--all right."
And she laughed darkly and kissed his shoulder and she was so warm and--
--that had been a week ago, and for seven nights he didn't bother waking up before dawn. He had no reason to wake up early but he had nearly five years' worth of reasons to stay on that bed for however long he wanted. At least, that was the excuse he kept telling himself.
But, now--
"I can't stay."
Natto dangled precariously on her chopsticks, and some of them fell over her soup. She didn't notice it, so Ryusei pretended he didn't as well.
He pushed his plate away, and waited - dreaded - the questions that would come.
"I know."
And then Tomoko resumed eating, and so did he.
Even if the food tasted like dirt and felt like dust going down his throat.
Once, long before this day, Inga told him he'd crave for a cigarette, even if he didn't smoke. He shook his head and called her absurd - why would he crave for something he'd never even tasted? And she laughed and asked him why he never tried smoking when it was one of the few luxuries they were allowed to indulge in, and he told her point-blank that he had an addictive personality - he didn't try smoking because if he did he might like it and if he liked it too much then he'd get addicted and quitting was never an option for him for anything.
Inga said quitting was never easy, though some tried to cold turkey their way to stop smoking and those were often the ones who easily failed and went right back to smoking anyway.
Tomoko shifted on her bed, but didn't wake, and Ryusei watched her from where he stood and he swallowed and averted his eyes. She looked so warm, so inviting. If only he could, he'd crawl right back to that bed and wrap his arms around her, maybe whisper nonsensical things because that was one of the things he found out about himself when they were in bed together and--
Cold turkey.
He didn't bother to collect his things, because lingering for too long might tempt him to stay and they both knew he couldn't and it was only a matter of time before he had to leave again. Ryusei checked his watch; now he only had hours before a plane would come for him on a rendezvous point to take him back to the headquarters in time for a new assignment.
"I'll be going to America for a tour," she'd told him three nights ago, "to promote my book there. Maybe-- maybe you could come with me?"
And it was easy to say yes, I will but that would be a lie and Ryusei was tired of lying to her, and so he'd said, "I'll meet you there." And for a second she looked almost sad but then Tomoko smiled and nodded and that was that.
The doorknob felt cold to his hands, and Ryusei took his time in slipping his gloves on before turning the knob again.
Already he was counting the time until he could come back here - to her.
But, for now--
Goodbye.