My Dear Psychopathic Flower
Chapter 1
My most recent ficlet, written in 2023. I'm doing some final touch ups to the stories I've written in the recent years, will upload more as I finish them. Enjoy! (Missing Tag(s): COMPLETE Other Contro)
Her fingertips twitch as they feel the cold of the steel pressed against her temple; excitement.
Albeit she has to quietly admit to the voice nagging in her head that this game has lost some of its thrill. The weapon won't fire. It's like fate knows what chamber to avoid; a curse to stay alive.
But those eyes.
The pale fingers with purple nail polish trace the silhouette of the nude girl lying beside her. It has been two years. But things don't change. They never change. And the emptiness doesn't go away.
The hand dips to grip the lower back; progressing to pull the sleeping figure into a loose embrace and placing a tender kiss on the other girl's ebon hair before whispering something inaudible. Leaving a soft breath against the ear and enticing an ever so gentle smile.
She's beautiful. The most beautiful.
The seemingly frail hands comb her bangs back, touching her face and greeting her with a bright smile, "good morning, Midari~", Yumeko exclaims.
"Yu~me~ko~", Midari warbles in response, pecking the hand as she's sliding off the bedside; having her waist hugged from under the sheets and a face pressed to her back makes her stop. Mere seconds later she finds herself beneath her girlfriend, who is still beaming in the most innocent way.
From hating me, to ignoring me, to the thousand loving words she has told me since.
Fingers that delicately slip under the eyepatch, kissing the scar that still hurts once in a while and sending a tingling sensation down Midari's spine.
That time she pushed me against the wall and set my heart ablaze. Entwined like the vines of flowers.
Putting her lips together before meeting those of the woman before her, feeling the silky hair glide through her fingers.
I love you.
Yumeko unbuttons the black jeans of the other girl, followed by the zipper; tugging them down the thin legs.
"You really need to stop cutting holes in my pants", Yumeko jokes.
Despite not having the same height and figure, they like switching clothes and wearing those of the other one. Midari usually wears Yumeko's jeans on her hips while Yumeko rolls the pants' legs up.
She kisses the hip bone before her tongue begins the tease.
Ever since they left the Hyakkaou Private Academy.
And yet…
Midari lives for Yumeko. Only she can take her endless boredom away.
And yet…
The emptiness…
But maybe this is good enough to stay alive.
Her cheeks tinted with a reddish blush, heavy breathing. The hotness; melting.
Maybe…
A smile.
She pulls the trigger anyway.