Ryeji Oneshots

Obsession 4

Groans and grunts.

"Y-yeji-ya.."

The raven-haired girl pleads to her. Eyes teary as her fair face turns crimson red that her veins popped out upon her temples. Her hands are clutching tight to the one that is clamping her neck. Drowning her bit by bit as her air tube is almost shut closed but the owner of the hands seem to aware of that by the way the girl's smile starts to crook wider.

Those deep brown chestnut eyes are her favourite. Seeing them opened wide while staring at her with finally so much void within it somehow relieving for that she finds herself enjoying it. How those iris look at her with no more thoughts and zero judgements are satisfying her chest a little too much as it heaves up and down before she loosen her wrap from the whiskered beneath her.

The brown haired girl smiles. She has constantly smiled nowadays she supposed and there is nothing wrong with it. Smile is abstract for that it can be interpreted from many point of view and for her its just a face. A cover as in an outer skin for her to look normal cause everytime she lifts the corners of her lips, everything just turns great. Comically even. The world becomes brighter as it shines in black and white that is now becoming blurry in her vision.

The cat-eyed girl laughs. The bloodied knife still could be seen on the floor far from the place where the girl's and her are on and she has expected the girl to give her a hard time and only god knows how much she does. That girl is unjokingly strong and she cant denies to get a little upset about not getting a taste of it anymore after this.

Yeji cries. Her loud voice bounces to every angles of the room yet she hears nothing. Her hands are dirty. Her tears wetten her face and so on her clothes but all she feels is numb. Her sweats are tripping as her face are scorching red from the overwhelming heat she is feeling though again she feels the opposite.

Throwing every touchable things around the room as it be scattering throughout the floor. Broken into pieces apart for that it defines her soul's state visibly and that is a mess. She is raging of sadness and even madness just in spite of she knows how much she savours this whole mess to begin with.

She is disgusted of how good her Ryujin sounded when her soul is forced out of her tiny fragile body. The moment when the body is finally lifeless upon her palms seems wrongly otherworldly and she cant help but to guiltily rewinds the scene over and over again as her back is leaned against the wall.

A masterpiece. She calls by the mess with that name but dont get her wrong. This one masterpiece is special. Differly special as it brings the most pleasure than the others she has put her hands on before.

Otherwise, hardly, Yeji hopes that its not.

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"What are you doing?"

Her little hand is slapped away from the grip she applied a second before to the girl as she looks up to the latter's bruised face only to find a disgusted expression written all over the girl's impression over her doing and that makes her less glad towards the girl's demeanors.

She supposes to be an angel. A knight in a shining armor for her and the light to her darkness. The joker to her quinn and the moon to her sun and yet here she is struggling to make the girl stays still while she tries to show her the love she has been keeping for the raven.

Its as big as the mountain and even bigger she bets and if only she gets a chance to live it up then maybe she could see her in a different spectrum of this. Surely she has gotten the chances the girl gave before but no. She wants her to fix her. Wants her all by herself. She wants her to commit and to understand her as she needs her to see. To know that she is not a fallen angel like she has been claiming and she hates it how the latter's brown eyes will filled with water as she confronts her about it.