On The 60th Day
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Adult ++
Chapters:
5
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Chapter 4
Day 59
How can he just sit there day after day; night after night? Yuya mused, a frown tilting at the corners of her lips.
He just sits there.
Eyes shut.
His face a mask of calm.
If it were not for the barely discernable rise and fall of his chest one could almost mistake his haunting visage for some underfed and demented version of Buddha.
Yuya smirked despite the heat suffocating her skin.
The night air lay heavy across her skin like a damp blanket.
The earlier breezes which had served to cool the afternoon and early evening seemed to have disappeared behind the trees with the sun. Apparently under the impression that without its wilting heat they were no longer needed.
They were wrong.
Yuya’s eyes slipped shut dropping her into darkness, the night was almost unbearable. Her kimono clung to her damp skin uncomfortably tight, the silence seemed to roar in her ears, deafening in its quiet. No wind, no birds, no crickets.
Nothing.
The world was empty tonight.
Devoid of all life almost as if the night too were holding its breath…
Waiting.
The night was so still Yuya found she could not only feel her own heart beat in the silence, but she could hear it.
Steady and slow, reminding her more and more with each passing moment of the counting of a clock.
Swish…Swish….Tick….Tick… she could almost feel it.
Winding down the seconds; counting down the minutes; wildling down the hours to her death.
And still there was nothing but the calm.
And nothing to do but wait.
Silence.
Foreboding.
Yuya was really starting to hate waiting.
She sighed, and shifted. The heat of her skin and the damp air were combining to make a miserable night.
My last night. And it is of course going to be as miserable as possible!
Yuya’s tilted her head back to look at the night sky, and huffed. Even the stars seemed destined to piss her off tonight. Hiding behind a thick blanket of clouds, that was moving rather swiftly across the clearing, despite the lack of wind.
It’s Not Fair! Yuya’s throat tightened as tears suddenly blurred her eyes.
The oppressive night air seemed to clutch at her lungs, or was it something else? She sprung forward in panic as her heart fluttered against her ribs, breathe catching in her throat.
Not yet, Not Yet!
And then… nothing.
The air leaves his lungs in a rush, as his shoulders slump slightly.
“Don’t.” Is all he says.
Yuya’s eyes search his visage waiting for something more, but there is nothing else.
But silence.
Eyes still sealed against the world he sits waiting patiently for death.
My death. Yuya’s blinked trying to clear the tears from her eyes.
And he won’t even look me in the eye.
Irritation ruffled once again at the corner of her mind, tugging at her heartstrings. Her own patients could never match his.
“Why do you do that?” Her voice was harsh, ground out between gritted teeth.
A frown twinges his lips, “Not yet.” It was almost a whisper.
Annoyance becomes full blown anger.
“Yes please, let me put my life on hold; wouldn’t want to interrupt you busy schedule!”
Another tug at his lip lines, this time in the opposite direction.
“Yuya, hush.”
Yuya blinked, mouth open to retort something witty and snide, but nothing came. Her mouth opened and closed reflexively for a few moments as she searched for something, Anything, to throw at him
Great now I look like I’m impersonating a fish! Her nostrils flared.
“Look You! I...”
“Almost.”
“ALMOST WHAT!” Yuya raged. He was infuriating, with his meditating and his cryptic messages.
“What are you some kind of demented clock counting down! And why don’t you try constructing a complete sentence for once you arrogant ass….”
She didn’t finish, suddenly much too busy trying to dodge to the side. But Kyo was simply too fast.
Yuya kicked and twisted her body pinned to the floor. Smooth wooden boards dug into her back with each effort to throw his weight away from her.
“What the Hell do you think you’re doing you Pervert!”
Despite the tighter grip he took on her wrists against her efforts Yuya continued to struggle.
“Damn You! Say something you egotistical bast….”
“I can break the curse.”
“….ard!...what!”
I can’t have heard that right.
I can’t, Yuya’s mind swam, I have hours, maybe minutes left, why NOW!
“I…you….What?”
“I said,” He inhaled deeply, “I can break the curse.”
Something was not right. Yuya felt the hairs on the back of her neck rise as goose bumps spread down her arms. Warning bells hounded at all of her senses.
It was not his words.
That voice.
“Say it again.” Her voice trembled.
“The waterwyrm, I know a way to kill it.”
Wrong.
Again.
Yuya’s mind was screaming, the air against her skin no longer felt sticky and heavy, but sharp, prickly and charged, it practically crackled around them.
I have felt this before…
“Open your eyes!”
“It will be too difficult.” Strained, forced…
Everything about it was wrong.
“Open them! Look at me!” Yuya kicked out again in frustration. “God Damnit Kyo!”
The air against Yuya’s skin felt like it was on fire, any dampness found there before was now completely burned away.
“Do it!”
She was finding it difficult to breathe again. “Please, Kyo….please…!”
His eyes snapped open to meet her own.
All the breath fled her body, too quickly to scream.
His Eyes…
He has…
One Red.
And one Blue.
How can he just sit there day after day; night after night? Yuya mused, a frown tilting at the corners of her lips.
He just sits there.
Eyes shut.
His face a mask of calm.
If it were not for the barely discernable rise and fall of his chest one could almost mistake his haunting visage for some underfed and demented version of Buddha.
Yuya smirked despite the heat suffocating her skin.
The night air lay heavy across her skin like a damp blanket.
The earlier breezes which had served to cool the afternoon and early evening seemed to have disappeared behind the trees with the sun. Apparently under the impression that without its wilting heat they were no longer needed.
They were wrong.
Yuya’s eyes slipped shut dropping her into darkness, the night was almost unbearable. Her kimono clung to her damp skin uncomfortably tight, the silence seemed to roar in her ears, deafening in its quiet. No wind, no birds, no crickets.
Nothing.
The world was empty tonight.
Devoid of all life almost as if the night too were holding its breath…
Waiting.
The night was so still Yuya found she could not only feel her own heart beat in the silence, but she could hear it.
Steady and slow, reminding her more and more with each passing moment of the counting of a clock.
Swish…Swish….Tick….Tick… she could almost feel it.
Winding down the seconds; counting down the minutes; wildling down the hours to her death.
And still there was nothing but the calm.
And nothing to do but wait.
Silence.
Foreboding.
Yuya was really starting to hate waiting.
She sighed, and shifted. The heat of her skin and the damp air were combining to make a miserable night.
My last night. And it is of course going to be as miserable as possible!
Yuya’s tilted her head back to look at the night sky, and huffed. Even the stars seemed destined to piss her off tonight. Hiding behind a thick blanket of clouds, that was moving rather swiftly across the clearing, despite the lack of wind.
It’s Not Fair! Yuya’s throat tightened as tears suddenly blurred her eyes.
The oppressive night air seemed to clutch at her lungs, or was it something else? She sprung forward in panic as her heart fluttered against her ribs, breathe catching in her throat.
Not yet, Not Yet!
And then… nothing.
The air leaves his lungs in a rush, as his shoulders slump slightly.
“Don’t.” Is all he says.
Yuya’s eyes search his visage waiting for something more, but there is nothing else.
But silence.
Eyes still sealed against the world he sits waiting patiently for death.
My death. Yuya’s blinked trying to clear the tears from her eyes.
And he won’t even look me in the eye.
Irritation ruffled once again at the corner of her mind, tugging at her heartstrings. Her own patients could never match his.
“Why do you do that?” Her voice was harsh, ground out between gritted teeth.
A frown twinges his lips, “Not yet.” It was almost a whisper.
Annoyance becomes full blown anger.
“Yes please, let me put my life on hold; wouldn’t want to interrupt you busy schedule!”
Another tug at his lip lines, this time in the opposite direction.
“Yuya, hush.”
Yuya blinked, mouth open to retort something witty and snide, but nothing came. Her mouth opened and closed reflexively for a few moments as she searched for something, Anything, to throw at him
Great now I look like I’m impersonating a fish! Her nostrils flared.
“Look You! I...”
“Almost.”
“ALMOST WHAT!” Yuya raged. He was infuriating, with his meditating and his cryptic messages.
“What are you some kind of demented clock counting down! And why don’t you try constructing a complete sentence for once you arrogant ass….”
She didn’t finish, suddenly much too busy trying to dodge to the side. But Kyo was simply too fast.
Yuya kicked and twisted her body pinned to the floor. Smooth wooden boards dug into her back with each effort to throw his weight away from her.
“What the Hell do you think you’re doing you Pervert!”
Despite the tighter grip he took on her wrists against her efforts Yuya continued to struggle.
“Damn You! Say something you egotistical bast….”
“I can break the curse.”
“….ard!...what!”
I can’t have heard that right.
I can’t, Yuya’s mind swam, I have hours, maybe minutes left, why NOW!
“I…you….What?”
“I said,” He inhaled deeply, “I can break the curse.”
Something was not right. Yuya felt the hairs on the back of her neck rise as goose bumps spread down her arms. Warning bells hounded at all of her senses.
It was not his words.
That voice.
“Say it again.” Her voice trembled.
“The waterwyrm, I know a way to kill it.”
Wrong.
Again.
Yuya’s mind was screaming, the air against her skin no longer felt sticky and heavy, but sharp, prickly and charged, it practically crackled around them.
I have felt this before…
“Open your eyes!”
“It will be too difficult.” Strained, forced…
Everything about it was wrong.
“Open them! Look at me!” Yuya kicked out again in frustration. “God Damnit Kyo!”
The air against Yuya’s skin felt like it was on fire, any dampness found there before was now completely burned away.
“Do it!”
She was finding it difficult to breathe again. “Please, Kyo….please…!”
His eyes snapped open to meet her own.
All the breath fled her body, too quickly to scream.
His Eyes…
He has…
One Red.
And one Blue.