Anyway, back with some moar RaiRae~ 965 words of RaiRae, wut? XD Shauna gave me a keyword, Rai popped outta NOWHAR, and it just... happened. D:
There were nights when Rai could not sleep. Nowadays, there weren't many, but those nights were much more frequent when he was a teenager. He did not like his job as much as the other Forgotten did, and as such, often had trouble sleeping.
Rai the Storm, at age 23, could not sleep for the first time in years. He'd long since grown used to what he had to do, what he had chosen to do. It no longer gave him bad dreams and long-standing regrets. He knew what he was fated to do, and had accepted it.
So Rai Tanaka did not know why he couldn't sleep. He had tried, and it was 4 AM now, so he saw fit instead to wander the house-like dormitory that he shared with the other Forgotten. He found himself walking into the kitchen, bare feet padding quietly on the cold linoleum floor. He heard something shift, and his eyes darted up and around the room, settling on a familiar figure sitting on the windowsill. The decidedly feminine figure turned towards him, and his breath caught in his throat. He stared at her, unable to do much else.
Irae sat there, not five feet away from him. Propped up on the windowsill, one leg bent up against her chest with one hand curled around her knee and the other resting along the white, wooden surface, her foot resting against the wall. The lights were off in the kitchen and moonlight filtered through the large window. It made her hair shine and illuminated her skin where the light hit.
Even after all these years, he loved her. And in that moment, Rai was sure he'd never seen anything more beautiful than her. When the moment passes, he still thinks that. Her lips pull into a lazy smile, and Rai can breathe again. He hadn't even realized he was holding his breath. Sometimes, she had that affect on him.
“Rai,” She begins with quiet, amused words. “Can't sleep?” He takes a few moments to regain his composure, and Irae chuckles.
“Uh..” He swallows thickly. Why was he so nervous? He hadn't been so outwardly... Anxious around her in ages. Granted, he always was a little nervous around her. Always. "I.. Couldn't sleep, no.." His voice was quiet, but carefully controlled, as it always was when he spoke to her. Yes, he loved her. He has since he had first met her. But when that went nowhere, despite how hard he tried, Rai had become content to love her from a distance.
It hurt, but most things in this world do. It still did, a little bit, but he was used to it by now. He had learned to live with it, and--
"Rai." The Firestarter was standing in front of him, now. Waving a hand before his eyes. She was a little too close. When had she...
Irae laughs. There's a hand on his shoulder. Fingertips against the tanned skin there. It was a light, warm touch. She was always warm. Never hot, never burning. Not around him, or the other Forgotten. He stares at her, and his breath catches in his throat again. He was merely watching her. The amused smirk across her lips and her eyes. Bright as they stared up at him, despite the darkness of the room. The only light was the moonlight hitting her back.
And before he can stop himself, he's touching the side of her face. Fingertips moving against pale, flawed skin. Her eyes widen and the smirk disappears with something akin to shock. He notices, but does not move away as he usually would. Not really thinking about what exactly she can do to him. Not thinking at all, really. Just staring at the girl in front of him. The girl that has always been beautiful in his eyes.
Instead, he moves closer, an arm curling around her back and his other hand on her shoulder. Irae didn't push him away. It may be the fact that it was nearly 5 AM, or something much deeper. Deeper than anything she has the right to feel. It was something she had avoided, much like she avoided him. In a movement that she'll probably regret later, Irae herself moves closer.
Her hand brushes against his back in a feather-light movement. Not quite afraid, but still hesitant. It's uncharacteristic of her, and as she touches the back of his neck, she suddenly leans forward.
As her lips press against her own, and she feels Rai do the same, thoughts of regret and avoidance disappear completely. The hand that was previously on her face now runs through her hair, fingers clutching lightly at the pale-blond strands. Her own hands are grasping his shoulders, and she pushes against him lightly. Making him back up, and lean against a wall, next to the window she had been sitting in.
There was no time for thought or hesitations or what-ifs. No time for the regrets that were constantly gnawing at him. There was only this. This moment and the girl in front of him. She was all he could see.
Later, they would go out to her favorite ice cream parlor. The only one that was open at this hour. But for now...
Irae bit his lower lip, and he gasped. She murmured his name against flushed, heated skin. His hands clutched the white tanktop she wore, the fabric bunching up around his fingers. Those lips, warm and hot but never burning, moved along his neck, to his shoulder. And then Rai could not even think of this moment. His mind was blank, and there was only instinct and feeling.
The ice cream would wait a couple hours, and neither of them had a problem with that.
Rai the Storm, at age 23, could not sleep for the first time in years. He'd long since grown used to what he had to do, what he had chosen to do. It no longer gave him bad dreams and long-standing regrets. He knew what he was fated to do, and had accepted it.
So Rai Tanaka did not know why he couldn't sleep. He had tried, and it was 4 AM now, so he saw fit instead to wander the house-like dormitory that he shared with the other Forgotten. He found himself walking into the kitchen, bare feet padding quietly on the cold linoleum floor. He heard something shift, and his eyes darted up and around the room, settling on a familiar figure sitting on the windowsill. The decidedly feminine figure turned towards him, and his breath caught in his throat. He stared at her, unable to do much else.
Irae sat there, not five feet away from him. Propped up on the windowsill, one leg bent up against her chest with one hand curled around her knee and the other resting along the white, wooden surface, her foot resting against the wall. The lights were off in the kitchen and moonlight filtered through the large window. It made her hair shine and illuminated her skin where the light hit.
Even after all these years, he loved her. And in that moment, Rai was sure he'd never seen anything more beautiful than her. When the moment passes, he still thinks that. Her lips pull into a lazy smile, and Rai can breathe again. He hadn't even realized he was holding his breath. Sometimes, she had that affect on him.
“Rai,” She begins with quiet, amused words. “Can't sleep?” He takes a few moments to regain his composure, and Irae chuckles.
“Uh..” He swallows thickly. Why was he so nervous? He hadn't been so outwardly... Anxious around her in ages. Granted, he always was a little nervous around her. Always. "I.. Couldn't sleep, no.." His voice was quiet, but carefully controlled, as it always was when he spoke to her. Yes, he loved her. He has since he had first met her. But when that went nowhere, despite how hard he tried, Rai had become content to love her from a distance.
It hurt, but most things in this world do. It still did, a little bit, but he was used to it by now. He had learned to live with it, and--
"Rai." The Firestarter was standing in front of him, now. Waving a hand before his eyes. She was a little too close. When had she...
Irae laughs. There's a hand on his shoulder. Fingertips against the tanned skin there. It was a light, warm touch. She was always warm. Never hot, never burning. Not around him, or the other Forgotten. He stares at her, and his breath catches in his throat again. He was merely watching her. The amused smirk across her lips and her eyes. Bright as they stared up at him, despite the darkness of the room. The only light was the moonlight hitting her back.
And before he can stop himself, he's touching the side of her face. Fingertips moving against pale, flawed skin. Her eyes widen and the smirk disappears with something akin to shock. He notices, but does not move away as he usually would. Not really thinking about what exactly she can do to him. Not thinking at all, really. Just staring at the girl in front of him. The girl that has always been beautiful in his eyes.
Instead, he moves closer, an arm curling around her back and his other hand on her shoulder. Irae didn't push him away. It may be the fact that it was nearly 5 AM, or something much deeper. Deeper than anything she has the right to feel. It was something she had avoided, much like she avoided him. In a movement that she'll probably regret later, Irae herself moves closer.
Her hand brushes against his back in a feather-light movement. Not quite afraid, but still hesitant. It's uncharacteristic of her, and as she touches the back of his neck, she suddenly leans forward.
As her lips press against her own, and she feels Rai do the same, thoughts of regret and avoidance disappear completely. The hand that was previously on her face now runs through her hair, fingers clutching lightly at the pale-blond strands. Her own hands are grasping his shoulders, and she pushes against him lightly. Making him back up, and lean against a wall, next to the window she had been sitting in.
There was no time for thought or hesitations or what-ifs. No time for the regrets that were constantly gnawing at him. There was only this. This moment and the girl in front of him. She was all he could see.
Later, they would go out to her favorite ice cream parlor. The only one that was open at this hour. But for now...
Irae bit his lower lip, and he gasped. She murmured his name against flushed, heated skin. His hands clutched the white tanktop she wore, the fabric bunching up around his fingers. Those lips, warm and hot but never burning, moved along his neck, to his shoulder. And then Rai could not even think of this moment. His mind was blank, and there was only instinct and feeling.
The ice cream would wait a couple hours, and neither of them had a problem with that.
Nao, to finish other things I have started to write~ ♥