14I AM SO SO SO SO SO SOOOOOOOO SORRY. -shanks self with tonto- I will never EVER allow a story to lay in wait for it's second chapter EVER again! At least for as long as this one has! -sobs- I JUST NOW found the rest of it that I'd written down on loose leaf papers. -bows- please forgive me... I will have you know, as an apology for the long wait and for the very small length of this chapter, I will be typing and writing more for this one (hopefully the entire story) and for THE OTHER stories as well. I've had a few ideas for a couple of new stories, but I won't get working on those until I've updated EVERY SINGLE STORY.
So, for those who still like this story, I shall not keep you longer with my beggings. Please, read on!
We were dismissed from the boss. We were to return to our jobs until tomorrow, where we would receive our jobs as co-managers. Dumbass old fart. One of us will end up taking over. He probably realizes that. But I won't let the bastard do it.
No.
I won't let him get near Yuui.
Not ever again.
It was 2 in the afternoon. 8 hours until I saw my Juliet. My gorgeous, trapped Juliet. My broken angel. I worked as fast as I could to keep my mind busy and to make time fly, but every time I looked up at the clock, on a minute or two would go by. When it had reached 5, I had to let out a frustrated grow as our break ensued. My lunch mates, Tomoyo, Souma and Fuuma joined me. As usual. Only this time I hardly did anything but stare at the clock.
Tomoyo was the first to notice. Go figure. She instantly knows if someone's sick or if they plan on dying anytime soon. She never really knows with me, so she thinks she can ask questions to pry into my life. I think that's dumb.
"Kurogane-kun, is something the matter?" My eyes don't leave the clock.
"You've been working extra hard today. Is it something the boss said?" Close.
"Was it something he did?" No, not really.
"Is it the children?" Bingo. I flinch unintentionally and try to ignore that fact. Tomoyo must have eyes of a hawk, because she clapped in glee.
"You like one of them! Which one? Freya or Elda? They're both 16 and believe it or not, the other twins, Yuui and Fay, they're both 17! They look so young. I wish I could hold onto youth like that."
"You're only 13." I state. She's so overdramatic. And to correct myself, 3 years. The angel is three years younger than me.
"Ah! True, true. Hey, don't you turn 21 next month?" The young girl asks me.
"20." Curt. I think I'm being rude again. Souma smiles.
"You're older than me by a year almost." So? Do you like me or something? Did you think you were older?
"And?" Asks I. Seriously. Could you three be any blander?
"Oniisan said Ashura and you got raises." Apparently not. Fuuma was the one to talk by the way. I just don't like his name.
I chew harder on my bread and grow low in my throat. You'd think they'd've learned what that means by now.
"So you did?" Geez. My 'stay off the topic or I'll snap your spine' gestures aren't working today.
"Yeah. I'm done. See ya." I say shortly and get up. The usual 'don't go' whines come from Tomoyo and she latches onto my arm. Typical. I shake her off and walk to my station. 4 more hours.
When my day was done at 9, I almost threw away all my pride and jumped screaming happily. Thank gods I'm stubborn and didn't. I settled for a sigh and packed up my things purposefully and left a glove behind. When Tomoyo and Souma met me at the entrance, I feigned realization and sighed again.
"Damn. I forgot one of my gloves. I'll see you two tomorrow." I say. Before they can say anything sweet like, "Oh we'll wait for you", I rush back into the work assembly hall to my station.
Plan A is working. Thank whatever gods there are that it is. Only 40 minutes until I see my angel.
I take my time getting to the back near the tree, assuming that being the one my employer's son talked about. Hell, he's probably having a very difficult time trying to sneak out in comparison to me. He is, after all, the caterpillar face's son.
When I get to the will, it's 10:01, and my fragile love isn't there. I wait under the shade of the tree for 10 more minutes.
No Yuui.
15.
No angel.
20.
No Juliet.
I was about to take my leave at 10:30 when I saw gold reflect in the moonlight from the corner of the factory
He's there.
My angel.
I don't think he can see me, so I step out of the shadow. He comes fully around the corner.
He sees me.
He runs to me.
We shared an embrace for whatever reason. He doesn't even know me… but I could tell that doesn't matter, he has my name and I have his. No need to fret.
He parted from me slightly and looked at my eyes. On instinct I look away.
"Don't." He whispers. Oh, speak more. Your voice is like the swan's song. Yet it scares me a little. The swan sings only once, and that's before it passes away.
Not my swan.
Not my Angel.
Not my Juliet.
I looked back at him confused. He smiles sadly up at me. His blue eyes are swimming in turmoil and sorrow. I detest it.
"I adore your eyes. They tell a story of a man who tries." Well, his Japanese is spectacular. I've never received such a compliment.
"…Thank you… Why did you call for me?" the angel smiles wider. His hands travel up from my chest to wrap around my neck. Apparently my feelings for him are mutual.
"Everyone else blended together. You caught my eye and…" He tightened his grip and buried his face into my shirt.
"…you looked at me like I wasn't an item on display." Oh. I hit a soft spot. Maybe I'm not the only one that thinks the family my boss has is like a doll collection. Maybe I'm one of the few who didn't say it aloud.
I lean my head down and smother myself with his hair. Coconut. I remember the smell from my mother before she died of tuberculosis. I lift my hand from his side to stroke his shoulder. Doing so sent a watermelon up my nose. His clothes smell like watermelon. Slowly I bring my nose down to rest it on his ear. Strawberry lotion.
Strawberry.
Coconut.
Watermelon.
My angel is a fruit cocktail without the alcohol.
We could change that.
Maybe we don't need the alcohol to get drunk.
"I was looking for someone to hold me…" He whispered. Salt. The moment that hits my senses I know he's crying. I detest that too.
"You found someone." I say back, keeping my voice low. He laughed a bitter laugh. He sounds hurt. Damn me for being a freaking softy.
"I thank you, Kurogane." He says and brings his face away from my shoulder. He's so beautiful in the moonlight. Yet he's so broken. I want to fix him. Maybe claim the twisted toy as mine? I didn't have a lot of time to think, since he was inching his face closer to mine.
Yes.
No.
Let the Angel be mine.
I don't think this is a good idea.
My conscious was fighting my brain. But all the while my body ignored them both and claimed his lips.
Soft.
Tangy.
Wanting.
We didn't break from the kiss, forgetting about the needs to breathe and of right and wrong. We deepened it every now and then, sinking teeth into flesh and tongues delved into the warm pools of the other's mouth.
Wanting the attention.
Needing the warmth.
Yearning the love.
After what feels like eternity, we hear dogs barking. He looks at me worriedly and I stare back.
"It's my father! We must leave here!" He pushes my chest.
"Where will you go?" I grab his arm as he turns.
"I will let myself be found, you run!" He waves me away.
"Will I see you again?" He freezes as I look at him with unintentional longing.
"…Let us meet tomorrow at the same time as tonight, by the old river on the outskirts of town." I nod.
"I will take us to a place where we can be together." He says. I nod again, pulling him into one more chaste kiss before I take my leave. I hear the dogs turn the corner as a round the building next to the factory.
At least he's safe.
At least he's mine.