Silver and Cold

ACK! Everything got erased >.< It's ok though, I can put it all back up. But all my precious reveiws have been erased too...


-Chapter Nine-

I could feel something bright, warm and slightly painful passing through the thin lids of my eyes. They fluttered open immidiatly and I winced as sunlight stung them. I rolled over and buried my face in a soft pillow.

Suddenly the night before came back to me like a hit over the head. I sat up rapidly, looking around. Shinya wasn't beside me. I glanced at the clock on his bedside table. 3:07 PM.

"Shit!" I gasped. 'HOW did I sleep in so late?' I darted out of the room to get dressed. Much to my surprise, Shinya was sitting in his living room, quietly speaking with Miyu. Not so shocking after living with Shinya for a few months.

"You're up," He said calmly.

"I'm late for work!" I groaned while tearing the room apart looking for something to wear. I was in a pair of plaid over-sized pants and a white cotton T-shirt, hardly a presentable outfit to wear outside of the house, never mind work. My boss was incredibly strict with dress codes, even to me, and I only washed dishes and cleaned up the restaurant after hours.

Shinya stopped me by putting a hand on my shoulder. "Stop," He murmured.

"I don't think you heard me correctly," I was still searching for my bag. Where was it? "I'm late for work, seven HOURS late, to be exact," I paused and looked at him with narrowed eyes. "Why aren't you at band practice? Doesn't Kaoru make you work all the time, rain or shine?"

"I called ahead and told him I wouldn't be making it," He said. "And I called your workplace to tell them that you weren't feeling well," He paused. "Why didn't you tell me?"

I stopped dead in my tracks. I knew exactly what he was talking about, but I decided to play dumb. "Tell you what?"

"While I was telling your co-worker that you were sick, he told me to tell you that it didn't matter, because your boss said that you no longer needed to go to work as of tomorrow," He paused again. "I asked why. He said because you were going to America, in three days,"

I didn't know whether I should have lied or not. I stood there like some idiot, staring at Shinya with wide, glassy, apologetic eyes. "I... I..." Words wouldn't form properly in my mouth. I licked my lips. "I wanted to leave quietly," I sighed.

I expected him to question where I got the money, but he didn't. "Why did you want to leave?" He sounded hurt, as if I had just told him I hated him. "I asked you not to leave,"

"I know!" I cried. "I know you said all these things and you wanted me to stay but I can't!" I didn't mean to yell at him, but I felt I couldn't help it. "This, all of this," I waved my arms around to emphazize my point. "Is all wrong, and you know it! You know that our relationship can never be more then this!"

"No!" Shinya matched my tone. "YOU think that! I don't! I have always thought that maybe you would come around and realize that for once in your life, someone actually cares about you,"

I started laughing quietly, like some deranged mental patient. "Here we go again. We're arguing over this, and yet, I won't change my mind,"

Shinya sighed. "Then, if you're leaving so soon, I want to..." He stopped and swallowed hard.

"You want to what?" I placed my hands on my hips. "You want to go have breakfast again? Fine. You want to spend another night talking? Ok. You want to go wandering around Tokyo while it's minus twenty-three, sure, but you know I'll be leaving on Monday anyway," I knew I sounded harsh, but maybe that was what Shinya needed to hear.

"That's not what I want," It was so quiet that I could barely make it out, even from the short distance I stood from him. "Close your eyes," He said.

I shrugged. "Okay," I sighed, figuring that he was going to give me a parting gift or something. I closed my eyes and waited. And waited. "Shinya? Are you still there?" I called out. Nothing. "Shin-" I felt his lips connect with mine, and it answered my question. I felt his oh-so-familiar tongue touch my teeth, and I allowed him to go further. His licked at the roof of my mouth and I responded by flicking the tip of my tongue across his.

Shinya was the one to break the kiss. "Keep your eyes closed," He ordered. I was confused, but somehow it was exciting. I felt him take my hand in his and slowly begin lead me somewhere. I sighed. A voice at the back of my head kept screaming at me, 'what do you think you're doing? You're getting emotionally involved with someone you're never gonna see again, that's what! Get a grip!'

"Shinya?" I wanted out of this, I knew better.

"Quiet," He sounded different. Something in his voice... I couldn't tell if it was lust or annoyance. If it was lust, then I was taken aback to say the least, if not a little scared. If it was annoyance, well, it still wasn't like Shinya.

"Alright, open your eyes," He said, letting go of my hand.

Honestly, I fully expected to end up in the bedroom. And guess where I was standing at that moment. I sighed in exasperation and rolled my eyes. "I know what you're thinking," I grumbled. "And this won't-"

I was cut off by Shinya's hand connecting lightly with the side of my face. My head whipped to one side, with my mouth hanging wide open. He had slapped me. Shinya had slapped me. Maybe I deserved it.

"You stupid girl," He growled. I raised a hand to feel the spot where he had hit me. It wasn't an abusive slap, and it didn't hurt physically very much, but emotionally, he may as well have shot me.

"Shinya..." I didn't know what to say. I never expected him to do something like that.

"You never know when to be quiet, do you?" He almost laughed. I blinked at him several times in confusion. He grabbed my wrist lightly, and I thought he would slap me there too, but he began to trail light kisses, starting from the tips of my fingers, to my palm, then to my wrist. He took his time there, letting his lips graze over my self-inflicted scars. His eyes were closed this whole time.

I didn't know how long he kept at this, but he finally looked up at me with his penetrating gaze. There was something very different about him now. He must have seen the bewilderment that had come over me, because by now he was wearing a knowing smirk. I realized that I was continuously blinking at him.

Shinya kept his grip on my wrist and pulled me closer towards him in one rough jerk. I was getting a little scared by now, because I thought that he had gone mental. But in the back of my mind, I was thoroughly enjoying this. Shinya had always been so quiet and demure and innocent in appearance. This new, unpredictable and -dare I say it- dangerous, Shinya was even more alluring.

He wrapped my one arm around his waist while taking the other one and holding it slightly below my ear. Suddenly he changed back to his tender disposition, and gave me a soft, slow peck on the cheek. His affectionate phase lasted a very short while. When he found me off guard, he pushed me down onto his bed so that my legs were hanging off the side. It wasn't the most comfortable position, but I couldn't care less.

Shinya pushed me down in such a way that he basically fell on me. He pinned my arms above my head and, starting from the base of my neck, just breathed on me, moving his mouth quickly towards my earlobe and occasionally letting his tongue dart out onto my skin. This may not have seemed like a very big action, but it made me shiver, and I could barely believe that this was Shinya lying on top of me, doing this.

"You deserve to be ravished for lying to me," He growled into my ear, giving it a soft nip, which made me widen my eyes and stiffen my spine. His voice went back to calming again. "But I wouldn't do that," He murmured soothingly.

I purposefully kept myself silent because I thought any noises I would make would sound vulgar, and as angry as I was with Shinya at the time, the last thing I wanted was to seem vulgar in front of him.

His hands released my wrists and snaked underneath my thin cotton shirt. I could feel his nimble fingers against my ribcage, and his teeth grazing my collarbone. I felt like I would die, partly from how overwhelmingly annoyed I felt, and partly from the shock of wanting him so much, despite the fact that my rational mind was dead set against it.

Using the opportunity, I grabbed his shoulders and gave a slight shove to get him off. He glared at me with unemotional eyes, grasped my wrists again and placed them back above my head, staring at me with that unrelenting gaze.

"Shinya... No... Be reasonable..." My throat was parched and my tongue felt like cotton in my mouth, so my words came out sounding like a weak hiss of air from a gas pipe.

Out of no where, a sly smile made its way onto his face. "Be reasonable about what?" He asked innocently, making him seem like a little boy. I swallowed hard; almost positive he'd heard it. In fact, I was sure he could hear my heart pounding in my head, and the adrenaline rushing through my veins.

"You kn-n-now what I'm t-talking about," My voice literally trembled.

He ran his slender hand through my hair, running his smooth fingertips across my scalp in an almost hypnotic way. "You look so lovely when you're helpless," He seemed to be talking to himself. I didn't feel the need to be frightened anymore, because, after all, this was Shinya. And no matter how threatening he may have tried to be, I could see it on his face that he meant no harm.

He only meant to annoy the crap out of me. It was working.

He gave me a peculiar glance, as if he had been struck with an idea, before lifting himself off of me. I sighed in relief, but noticed that he was only reaching into his side table drawer for something. He opened it and pulled out a pair of scissors. I felt a bolt of fear form at the small of my back and spread down to my knees, before settling in my stomach. I honestly thought he would kill me at the moment.

Instead he snapped the air with them once and then settled himself on my midsection. "Let's play a game," He offered. "If you don't sit up within five minutes, you win and you can leave this room. But if you do, then you have to stay with me for the day and let me have my way with you,"

I narrowed my eyes at him, but for some reason, I was amused. "Fine," I spat. I knew what I was doing; I never lost games like this.

With no warning, he made a long cut through the center of my shirt, which exposed my stomach. I rolled my eyes. If he thought I was going to make a fuss over one ruined shirt, he was sadly mistaken. I had been through worse. Shinya continued snipping away at my shirt until it was merely a scrap of clothing covering up my chest. Even though I felt slightly exposed, I wasn't about to let myself lose. It was a matter of pride.

Shinya leaned over me and lowered his mouth on the nook of my neck, covering a fair amount of skin. He made slow, lulling movements with his tongue, while lightly tracing my navel with his left hand, nearly causing me to lose all self-control. After about a minute though, I felt confidant I was the winner of our little game.

That was before Shinya's hand unexpectedly slipped beneath the hem of my plaid cotton sweats. I was wearing some boyshorts underneath, so it didn't really matter, but it was still a shock and too much for me.

"Hey!" I cried out and sprang up. Dammit. Shinya calmly pushed me down.

"You lose," He grinned. I winced.

"Fine," I scowled.

Shinya wasn't smiling, but I could see the satisfaction written all over his face when I admitted defeat. He stood up and pulled me up with him.

"Take off the shirt," He commanded.

"Shinyaaaaaa," I whined like a spoiled child. I didn't expect him to strike me again, but he did. And this time, it was a little harder, sending a shock to my mind and making me spin around slightly. Once again, my mouth dropped in surprise. I turned around with my mouth set into a firm line and pulled the piece of cloth off of my body, then folded my arms.

"Get rid of the pants, and take that off too," He was talking about my plain white bra, and it didn't sound like he was going to change his mind, and I was too scared to argue. I gave a great sigh and turned my back to him, took off the pants, unhooked the bra and tossed both items on the floor. I crossed my arms over my bare chest so that I had some cover and turned to face him again. I had never felt more exposed in my life, standing there in my little black boyshorts and my knee-high pink socks.

For a minute, it seemed like he didn't know what to do next. I wanted to smirk and tell him that he should have thought his little plan out more thoroughly, but then he grabbed my shoulders and pushed me back down onto the bed so that I was sitting.

"Stay," He told me like a dog. I frowned and was about to tell him just what I thought of him, but then he left the room. I gave another sigh, this one was smaller then the other one, and found myself getting edgy again. I could hear him moving around clutter in some part of the apartment.

I wondered what he might do. Was he going to keep me hostage in his apartment? Was he going to kill me? Mutilate me? Rape me? Rape, mutilate and then kill me? I shuddered at the thought, but, strangely enough, it wasn't from the fear. I had always found myself to have slightly masochistic taste, but I never acted upon it. And now, as I was sitting half-nude on Shinya's bed due to the fact that I had lost a sex game to him, I was intrigued.

'This is what happens when I'm left to think by myself,' I rolled my eyes. 'I get weird,' But I didn't have much time to keep on thinking, because Shinya returned, and was holding something in his hands. I stood up, ready to argue over the situation now, and looked at what he was holding. I nearly fell over. Handcuffs.

I stared at him, bewildered. "Are you crazy?" I noticed my voice climbing an octave. "Do you know what you're doing?"

He quickly glanced down at the handcuffs before looking back at me. He took a step foreword. I took one back, but crashed lightly into the bed. "Believe me," He said in a low, velvety voice. "When I tell you," He leaned towards me to whisper in my ear, as if he was telling me a secret. "I know what I'm doing,"

He stood back upright. "Hold out your hands," He said.

I looked at him with a blank face for a few seconds, before shaking my head and softly saying, "No," I turned my head away. "I'm not doing this,"

Shinya dug his nails into my arm, making me gasp loudly. "You lost and I won. Now you do what I tell you to. Fair?" He asked.

I gazed at him with a desperate expression before wincing and nodding slowly. He gave a tiny smile. "Hold out your hands," He said once more.

Slowly, as slowly as I could manage, I removed my hands from my chest and held them out in front of my face. He clasped the handcuffs over my wrists and wrapped his arms around my waist, picking me up and placing me back onto the bed so that I was sitting on my knees. I could feel myself begin to blush when I found Shinya constantly glancing at my exposed form.

'What is he thinking?!' My mind was racing. 'Does he find me revolting? Is that why he keeps looking at me? Am I like a car crash; so horrible and yet unable to stop drawing attention?' Oddly enough, I was no longer worried about what I was thinking a few minutes ago. I was more concerned with what Shinya's impression of my body was.

He took a few steps back, turned around, and removed his shirt, then his pants, and turned back to me. I let my eyes wander for a second (literally) around his own body. It was so slender, and almost womanly because of his hips, but he had lightly toned muscles around his arms and a muted outline of abs.

Thankfully, he was donning a pair of plain black boxers. For some reason, I couldn't stand briefs. They disgusted me beyond all reason. No man should ever wear briefs in my opinion.

'Wow...' I thought. 'The colour of our underwear matches,' Then I mentally slapped myself. 'What are you doing?! You're in a very vulnerable position right now, and all you can think about is underwear?!' I gritted my teeth together and tried to position my arms so that they at least covered some of my chest. There was no use, of course, because Shinya pushed my arms away.

Treating me as though I was suddenly made of porcelain, he kissed my forehead, then my cheek. He rested his hands on my shoulders, and moved them rhythmically down to my elbows, back to my shoulders, to my forearms, and to my shoulders again. He repeated himself while showering my face with light kisses.

I was confused. He kept switching from sadistic to sweet within a matter of seconds. He pressed himself up against me, making me even more embarrassed. I had never been so naked before. Okay, I can't lie, I had been naked in front of a man before, I was no innocent, but I had never been more aware of myself. In my past, it had always been quick and dirty, more quick then dirty. But now... well, it was more dirty then quick.

[TBC]
Ahhhhh omg I'M SRY I CAN'T CONTINUE THIS FOR A LONG TIME!!! >.< DON'T HATE ME.