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fic: Escape Title: Escape Pairing: Nishikido Ryo and Sawajiri Erika Genre: angst Rating: hard R Summary: Ryo experiences firsthand what it’s like to lose something he never had. Disclaimer: Still wishing. Not mine, just playing with. Escape part one in a series of three Nishikido Ryo x Sawajiri Erika She walks through the doors, hanging on the arm of a man that, toNishikido Ryo, resembles a monkey more than a man. Her smile isradiant, her silver dress sparkling under the chandelier lights,walking like a queen. He drains a glass of wine in a single gulp and reaches for anotheron a passing tray. He does not know why he feels so frustrated, doesnot understand the fury that rises inside him when she leans in towhisper in the Monkey’s ear. He holds the stem of the wineglass in adeath grip so tight it may very well shatter; It seems that though forall intents and purposes, his relationship with her is over, he stillhas some issues with Sawajiri Erika. She had sensed trouble the moment she’d walked through the door, andshe’d been right, if Nishikido’s eyes burning a hole through her wasany indication. Erika moves through the crowds but everywhere she turns, he seems tobe there, following her every action, stare piercing through her. Sheremains unaffected, or at least pretends to be, casting surreptitiousglances his way, admiring the way he wore a suit– with his usual flairfor fashion, and not without the trademark arrogance. Had to admit he looked good. She makes for the dance floor with Takashiro, just brushing againstRyo on the way. The look he gives her when she meets his eyes convey athousand words. Erika stares back, unafraid, unashamed, as her partnersweeps her onto the floor. Then he disappears into the crowd. She doesn’t see him again at the party after that. Takashiro brings her home and she subtly but deftly refuses hisattempts to be let into her condo. The little man leaves, dejecteddespite her reassurances. She is barely in the door when she feels hermobile vibrate in her clutch bag. It’s mail from Nishikido, and though this does not surprise her, it does baffle her. The contents of the mail are alarming. “I’m in your fire exit.” Shestrides over and peers out, and sure enough he is there, standing inthe dim light of the moon. Erika pushes the window open; Ryo slipsinside, muttering about the cold. “How long have you been out there?” she asks, stepping aside to admit him. “Long enough,” he answers shortly, straightening to full height,staring down at her. “You’re cold, has anyone told you that? Not even alittle goodnight kiss for your new beau?” She wonders how much he saw, throwing him a disgusted look. “You’vebecome a voyeur and a stalker. Anything else you’ve added to yourrepertoire?” she sneers, turning away. “What are you doing here,anyway?” He reaches out for her arm and tugs her back. She twirls around,expletives at the ready, but she feels his other hand at the small ofher back, fusing her to him, and the next thing she knows, his mouth ison hers. The first thing she’d learned, a long time ago, about Nishikido wasthat he was a swaggering asshole. A swaggering asshole who knew how tokiss. He still is. His tongue is slick against the seam of her lips, clever,flirtatious. Erika’s resistance buckles. Not that there had ever been alot of it in the first place. She opens her mouth and his tongue slidesin, tasting her. She finds herself backed up against the nearest wall,his hand cradling the back of her neck, the other sliding up her dress,along her thigh. Erika shivers, hands flat against the wall. Ryo pulls away, eyes bright in the dim room. “What’s wrong?” he asks her, though his voice denotes that he is notat all concerned about her. “Sawajiri. Why won’t you touch me?” She doesn’t answer, and his hand travels further up. She turns away, but doesn’t resist otherwise. For some reason this infuriates him even more. He forces her to look at him, one hand cupping her chin. Her eyes are rebellious. “Never pegged you for a rapist,” she tells him disdainfully, but she makes no move to free herself from him. “But you like it this way,” he reminds her instead, head dipping tobite at her neck. “Are you telling me your tastes have changed?” heasks as she gasps out. His fingers slip inside her panties and she’sbeing driven up before she even realizes what’s happening. “You can’t lie to me,” he whispers in her ear, other hand fisting inher hair and pulling her head back. “I know you want this. You want me.You don’t want him. Now touch me.” She moves her hands behind her back and clenches them. He lets out alow growl and clutches the front of her silver dress, tearing it apartin one smooth motion. “He doesn’t know how to do this to you,” he growls. “He doesn’t knowhow to make you feel this way.” He bites at her bare shoulder, sure toleave marks. She protests this. “Don’t, Tsuyoshi will–” “Like I care what that fucker thinks,” he tells her sharply, claiming her mouth. He sheds off his clothing in record time, keeping his mouth fused tohers. Then he lifts her, tattered dress and stiletto heels, and entersher in one thrust, slamming her against the wall with the force of it. “Touch me,” he orders her, but she keeps her hands back, she doesn’tlook at him though she moans his name out as he thrusts into her. Hisfrustration is such that he holds on to her waist, her arms, leavinghis mark on them; his mouth leaving bruises on her neck and shoulders.Maybe she wouldn’t touch him, but that bastard would know what she’ddone, and who she’d done it with. The thought is strangely comforting to him. His knees buckle when he comes, taking them both to the floor in a tangled heap. She breathes heavily, brushing her hair away from her face. Her eyes are unreadable in the dark. “Did I hurt you too much?” he asks her gingerly, peering up at herface. He feels her hands flat against his chest, and her touch shockshim, until he realizes that she’s just pushing him off her. She curls up, dragging her legs up towards herself, head bowed. Ryofeels the first vestiges of guilt as he gathers up his own clothes,opening his mouth to apologize– “He’s asked me to go away with him,” Erika tells him, eyes vacant,still not looking in his direction. “He told me we could go overseasfor a while.” And now he’s back to not regretting a single thing. “You’re going with him,” he states, not asks; but he waits for her response. There’s a long pause, and he almost allows his heart some hope. She speaks again, voice hollow, “… Maybe it’s a good idea.” She stands up shakily, using the wall for balance and wrapping the shreds of her dress around herself. “Maybe it is,” he agrees, wondering if he sounded as empty as he felt. Erika gives him a non-committal shrug, and walks past him. “You’re done, you can let yourself out,” she intones softly. He puts his clothes back on, watching her walk into her bedroom. Herealizes that he wants something– what it is, he doesn’t know– so hefollows suit, finding her sitting on the edge of her bed still wearingthe tatters of what was once a silver dress. Ryo grabs her robe from the hanger and puts it around her shoulderssilently, wanting to speak but finding himself at a complete loss forwords. Erika looks up at him, her gaze measuring. “I’m so–” “What we’re doing, it has to end,” she tells him quietly. Her toneis devoid of any disdain or haughtiness, just a defeated sort ofsadness. “No connection, no attachment,” he defends what they agreed upon like it helps, but she shakes her head. “Tsuyoshi… loves me,” she tells him. “And… you understand, don’t you?” He understands perfectly, what she isn’t saying. What she isn’t saying is ‘he gives me what you cannot’. Ryo feels inadequate. Words burn in his chest, in his throat– wordshe’d been waiting to say, words he’d never had the chance to say. Words that were of no use to him now. “I… understand,” he says slowly instead, nodding. “I’m… leaving now.” She gives him an imperceptible nod, and he walks out of her apartment, locking the door after him. Current Music: Selfish - N Sync Written by honeymilk_tea(honeymilk_tea) Sawajiri Erika China: http://sawajiri-erika.cn/2007/11/fiction-escape.html |
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