Requested by : Zen_Xera ! Thanks for your patience ! I almost made it into an angst because of an idea I had, but I promise you it's not.
Premonition of love : the sense one can have upon first meeting another person that the two of them are going to fall in love : a future love is inevitable.
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The reminiscence of the times he spent at the peak of his youth by your side would waltz through his thoughts at a steady pace, almost like all of his reflexions would end up watching the scene he held as the dearest to his heart. What could appear to be pure sphallolalia, was in fact the landmark of long childish years of everlasting promises and love expressed by what used to be two young kids, blinded by the colors of the world each of them shed into one another's.
« - (First Name) ! I'll be your husband someday, you know that right ?! And I'll bring you flowers !
- Of course I do know, silly ! But flowers don't last forever.. how can I keep them close to me forever then..?
- Well then, I'll just bring you flowers everyday ! »
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Growing up, the small love story grew into something more serious, and the idea of love itself changed its form. It started as a pink canvas that looked like the sweetest fairy tale, carefree and away from the hardships. It then got mixed with blue, as doubts and self issues got in the way of this clear canvas. Then, nuances of yellow shed its tears as fears mingled within the most genuine feeling in the world, only to be balanced with a profound green color, embracing the hope for this once clear canvas not to be forgotten, as the first feeling that gave it life shouldn't be neglected : love. His love for you was finifugal, and he feared the moment when his memory would pull tricks on him and fade the memory of you, of the times where things were so genuinely simple.
Maybe it was love at first sight, but love was a battlefield, a conquest : wouldn't it be too easy to consider that love gave itself away so easily ? Kyojuro liked to think Love wanted for you two to meet, but he knew better than taking you for granted, even though he knew he had fallen in love with you before you did. Kyojuro was quite honest with his feelings, accepting any of them and treasuring the warmth it brought. Whenever it came to you though, it was a different sort of warmth, as it dwelled with the fear of not being able to share that love as much as he wanted to.
In fact, since he became the Flame pillar, it felt like the two of you drifted away, even though you were evolving in the same world as his. It wasn't like you weren't around, but it felt like he couldn't be as close to you as he wished to be. It was like you were drowned in the dark colors of fear and doubts, forgetting about the beautiful pink color that used to cover the entire canvas and the flame that beamed with passion : the multicolored canvas that reflected all sorts of emotions was now covered by black paint, preventing any of the former ones to appear. When he crossed your way, his flame like eyes would take shelter in your (eyes color) ones, begging you for at least a hint of a smile, something that reassured him in the thought that you didn't forget about these years of ethereal agape. Rare were the times where he would find you looking for him, but whenever he did, he felt a wave of warmth carrying his heart to you, since he knew he belonged to you anyway. Hell, you could even stomp on it, his heart was more than willingly laying on the ground you soiled. To him, you were the soothing cold breeze that blew upon the sea, the striking moonlight guiding the world through the darkness of the night, the color box that shed colors to the world. And he didn't even start on your appearance, but he knew no words could describe how breathtaking you were and how much time God must have passed creating you. You were the epitome of an ethereal goddess, the perfect representation of the heavenly lights that covered the gates of Paradise. He never knew what you felt, even if he was sure a deeper connection linked the two of you for an entire lifetime, and even for all the cycles that came after. No matter what, he knew you were meant to be his, it was written in the stars by the angels of the worlds.
Even though it felt like you two lived on different planets, at some point, destiny always ensured to bring you back to reality. When your hands would accidentally graze one another, much to Kyojuro's pleasure, something electric went on and sent the time freezing, only for both of your touches to crave for more. It felt like all of these words that were gone with the wind danced back in your ears, only for your eyes to paint the times he would bring flowers at your door when he was a kid, only to get scolded later on by the owner of the garden he stole the flowers from.
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Kyojuro was always around you, he never once left your world, otherwise, it wouldn't be your world at all. His flaming locks would always appear in your vision with that same vibrant color, his piercing gaze would always find yours, like it was meant to be drowning in your (eyes color) orbs, like they were playing an endless game of hide and seek.You never knew why your inner fears stopped you from allowing him to stand closer to you and breath the same oxygen, allowing him to claim the key to your heart, since you knew you always had held his in your palm. He was the sunlight grazing your window in the early morning, his voice like a breath of spring, his touch like a magnet, similar to the warmth of a flower garden and the comfort of an enchanting lake. He was, in your eyes, perfect. There were nothing you would change.
But you were haunted by thantophobia, that fear of losing that person you love. If you never admitted this love, maybe you wouldn't lose him at all ? Maybe he would then forever stay by your side with that same fury and natural enthusiasm ? Nevertheless, hiding these feelings for yourself and staying away from him was pure evil, and it felt like your heart was empty, missing its latibule. It took all the strength in the world for you not to run to him and wrap your arms around his neck, letting him spin you around before landing a passionate kiss you so hardly craved for. You knew Kyojuro was meant to do great things, and you refused to be a roadblock standing in his path. You loved him, craved him, adored him, hell, worshiped him.
Though you did at a safe distance.
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That consuming passion was harder to control each day that passed, especially during the moments where he would leave on a mission. These instants would feel like a ticking time bomb, your heart on the verge of explosion the second he left, and if he dared not to come back. Some sort of guilt would always form in the pit of your stomach because of you not telling him he had someone loving him waiting for his come back. It has been over 10 days Kyojuro left on a mission with the others, and it felt like you were counting each second that passed. You could bet you were sleep deprived, your slumber haunted by dark thoughts running around that sacred memory of the two of you talking about your childish future together, like a dark cloud hiding the sun.
In the middle of the night, unable to find sleep, you decided to just sit on your bed, trying your best to put some order in your thoughts, the soft moonlight rays enlightening your features. During your thinking, you heard some sort of footsteps stoping in front of your door, pausing for a few seconds before leaving again. Curious, you decided to get up and take a look for yourself. Throwing a haori on top of your nightwear, you lightly opened your door only to catch the sight of a beautiful (favorite flower) bouquet on the floor, no notes or anything attached.
It wasn't necessary.
You knew exactly who they were from, and the sight of the (flower color) petals cleared your mind under the blink of an eye, like the dark cloud finally succumbed to the grazing sunlights.
« He didn't forget. » you whispered to yourself, widely opening your door as you ran away from your room, careful not to step onto the flowers he had brought to your door.
You ran around the headquarters looking for him under the moonlit night, when finally, your effort payed off. There he was, on his way to his quarters as he slowly stopped his tracks, feeling your presence. He didn't have to ask, he could tell by the beating of his heart that it was you behind. He turned around, meeting your mesmerizing gaze, feeling like time stopped again, only to witness the exchange between the two of you.
Once you were close enough to him, still in your passionate momentum, you threw your arms around his neck, your fingers immediately wrapping themselves in his locks like they belonged there. Before he could say anything, you gently pulled your head away and brought your lips on top of his in a longing kiss. It felt like your heart finally found its missing piece from how easily your lips connected to his, like they were carved for his, like you finally found your drug. He didn't take long to respond, clearly in a haze. He wrapped his arm around your waist, allowing his other to wrap around your head so just like you, he could get to stroke your (hair color) hair, his lips perfectly waltzing through these passionate love waves along with yours. He craved for this moment so much that he would be the one parting your lips open to deepen the kiss, the moon and the stars as the only spectator of that show that made all the angels jealous. That kiss was felt with unleashed passion and hunger, almost lust, if it wasn't covered by the overwhelming amount of love that finally danced freely. Through the multiple amount of kisses you would place on his luscious lips, he would try to explain himself, though his explanation would be cut by your lips meeting his, not to his displeasure.
« - Sorry I couldn't bring you others sooner ! Himejima-san was ranting about how I destroyed Mother Nature's work and-
- Kyojuro, shut up, and kiss me. Please. I love you too much to hold back anymore. » you breathed out, your magnetic (eyes color) eyes half opened with envy, a small chuckle echoing in your ears as he got closer to your face again, closing that distance between the two of you for good, giving that black canvas its radient love colors all over again.