YnM Fanfiction

Sakura

Written by Calis

Disclaimer: YnM belongs to Yoko Matsushita-sensei

Chapter Five: Muse

Yes… I know all about you, Oriya Mibu.

You are different.

Very different and that was why I noticed you.

In a sense, I could say that we are opposites.

You with your dark midnight hair and eyes the richest shade of mahogany…

And I…

With this cursed silver hair and eyes.

If you knew what I am perhaps you would fear me too like the rest of those fools.

I watched you, hidden in the shadowy world of darkness where I belong.

These eyes observing each and every move you made, each breath that you take.

You sensed them sometimes, didn’t you?

Looking over your shoulders with that perturbed expression that I had come to recognized very well.

How utterly delectable you look…

You felt then the invisible cord that binds us both?

If someone had asked me if I believed in fate, I would have replied no but now it seemed that I had a change of mind.

Oriya…

Opposites attract and to take the risk of sounding a trifle silly, you drew me like a magnet.

Why?

What is it about you that affect me this way?

I do not have the answer.

But I understand myself well enough, it is not enough for me to just watch.

I want you to realize my existence...

I needed you to.

It was no coincidence when I found you that day, bleeding and unconscious at my feet.

You cannot imagine my fury at what they had done to you...

Yet why did I not interfere earlier?

I'll leave you to work that out yourself, Oriya.

I should thank them actually for delivering you to me in a way most suitable for what I had in mind.

A chance to touch you at my leisure.

Aren't I a most perverse creature?

Despite the bruises that marked you...

The ravage only heightened your appeal...

So many times I had to resist and rein in the feral lust that rushes through my blood.

But as always, I prefer my partners willing...

Even though, some times it is not a bad thing to use some force...

I'll spare you this time then since I have something better in store.

Dream of me...

My lovely dark one...

Dream of how these hands ran through your hair...

Of the lips that touched your skin...

And the voice, which whisper against your ear...

Dream of me...

Oriya...

Dream of me...