Silent Reverie by Krystal-chan CHAPTER NINE A cigarette grasped in two slender fingers burned
as a slim figure leaned against the metal railing of a fire escape. Kyo
brought the slowly burning stick of tobacco to parted lips and gratefully
inhaled. Looking up at diamonds dancing in the sky, he sighed, exhaling the
smoke that had taken momentary refuge in his lungs. The metallic sound of an
empty metal garbage can being knocked over diverted his attention from the
sky to the dark alley down below. A clothes line, weighed down by several
garments gently swayed in the cool night breeze. Squinting, Kyo could make
out the shape of a cat darting into the embrace of shadows. Baka neko.
Kyo took another drag of the spent cigarette, then flicked the
still-burning butt over the railing, watching the small red glow of ember
fall to the awaiting ground below and fizzle out. He reached into his pocket
and produced a silver lighter, with the Kanji symbol of his name engraved on
the front. Toshiya had presented this to him last year, remarking that it
may come into some use for him. Bringing a fresh cigarette to his lips, with
a flick of the wrist, a blue-orange flame appeared from the lighter and he
lit the end of the cigarette, inhaling. He sighed as he brought his hand up
to the shock of blonde hair atop his head, raking slim fingers through those
strands of gold. Soft brown eyes trailed down to the silver lighter in his
hand, studying the Kanji symbol. “Kyo”. So simple, so boring, so…plain. Yes,
he supposed he was. Plain. Biting on his lower lip, he ran his thumb over
the symbol once. “Kyo”. It had originated from Kyoto, his birthplace.
Niimura Tooru had long been forgotten. Niimura Tooru had been so weak, so
naïve, scared of everything and everyone. He had even been scared of
himself. Well, he supposed it didn’t matter now. Niimura Tooru had died
years ago, and Kyo had been born, strong, full of life, unique. But even
then, this “strong” Kyo was only a façade, a mask that the true Kyo hid
behind. A faint breeze brushed against him, carrying the scent of apple
blossoms. Invisible fingers lifted and teased his hair gently, twisting and
distorting the smoke that rose off the end of his cigarette, making a slow
ascend towards the heavens above. Clearing his throat, he spat over the
railing and flicked the cigarette along with it into the darkness below.
Turning, he stepped through the window of his apartment, blinking as his
eyes adjusted to the light. The sound of rustling bedsheets diverted his
attention to the bedroom. Bare feet soundlessly made their way across a
polished wooden floor. Kyo leaned against his bedroom door momentarily,
sighing inwardly as his eyes surveyed the sight before him. A naked figure,
obviously female, was curled up on the side of his bed, blankets tangled
between her legs. Clothes were strewn over the floor. Bending over to pick
up a black button-down t-shirt, he slid it on, not caring to button the
shirt. Sitting down on the other side of the bed, he turned to look at the
girl. “Aisheteru, Kyo…” Her words still echoed in his mind. Stupid
girl, pronouncing her fake love for him. Fake love. That’s all it was, and
all it ever would be. She didn’t know him. She didn’t know who he really
was. She only knew a face, a name, a façade that took the stage in a
triumphant glory. A fearless man, this one. How little did she truly know.
And she would never find out. Reaching over to the lamp on his nightstand,
he flicked the switch on, blinking as the room was suddenly washed aglow
with soft, bright yellow light. The girl made a soft noise and opened her
eyes, blinking slowly. Her lips turned up in a small smile. Kyo didn’t smile
back. On that day, I vanished from your sight. Toshiya sighed as he glanced at Die, eyes
filled with worry. The tall, thin red-head beauty was hunched over a mug of
cold German beer. The scent of Escape, cigarette smoke, and pain rose off of
him in small waves. Toshiya bit his lip, not knowing what to do. He had
dragged Die out of the studio bathroom after an hour of pleading with him,
then coaxed him into coming out to drink with him. Toshiya’s eyes flickered
over Die’s face, trying to read him unsuccessfully as Die lifted the mug of
beer to his lips and drank half of it down in four deep gulps. Turning to
look at Toshiya, Die wiped the foam off his upper lip.
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