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Azix couldn't believe that Kyohei was undressing herself
in front of him. Was this really happening? Why wasn't he just leaving out the
door? It would make this so much easier on his conscious until the movement
brought back his attention on her. She left the lights off but the curtains were pulled back and the moon’s rays penetrated the windows to give enough lighting to see clearly. Kyohei turned around, showing the soft curves on her body, the moon beams danced on her body as she twisted herself towards him. He started to feel a little jealous of the moon’s grip on her skin. She was like a drug in Azix’s eyes and she doesn't know it. When she turned back around the blood rushed to his face, glad that she wasn't seeing him like this. But he found his feet moving towards her, his eyes not leaving her body. He couldn't stop himself.

Closing the space between them, Azix places his hands on
her waist. Like if they were meant to stay there. "Kyo...." he said softly to her ear.
God... He is going to hate himself in the morning but he couldn't stop himself.
It was like he was watching himself be this close to Kyohei and he was enjoying
it but at the same time hating himself. Raising his right hand, he trailed a soft line from her hip, up her stomach, leading to her arm, over her shoulders, up her neck, and pulled back strands from her hair to lower his head to her neck. When his lips touched Kyohei's neck, he felt her shiver under his lips. "Kyohei...." he said again to a bearly audible whisper...

Kyohei turned around in Azix's hand and placed her hands
on his shoulders. The light from the moon started to
play tricks with Azix. It made her seem fragile and yet… seductive. Half of her
face was in shadow, making her copper eyes stand out brilliantly with the soft
hue of the moon’s light. And what seemed like an eternity, they stared at each
other, jade looking into copper. There was something inside him churning for Kyohei's touch, telling his hands to explore where the moon has been. Slowly they closed the space between them, saying nothing to each other, saying everything with their eyes. Azix could've sworn he saw a fire burn in her eyes, but it could be the liquor.

They both closed their eyes as
their lips became dangerously close but they didn’t move. Smelling the sweet
scent from the liquor in their breath, it was just as intoxicating as the
warmth he was feeling. His lips touched hers, teasing her to come closer but
another shiver passed through her body, making Azix go mad as he dove in to her
lips. Kissing her hungrily, crushing her body against his. Leaving no place for
the moon’s light to go through in between them. He can tell she was feeling the
same way as her arms went on a tight hold around his neck. Could something so
wrong taste so right? It felt right to have her body on his. She had been born
to fit perfectly in his arms. Slowly, they made their way to her bed and into a
forbidden dance Azix thought he wouldn’t dare do ever again.



It was early in the morning as Azix
looked down towards Kyohei in his arms. He had been watching her sleep for the
past two hours, seeing how her chest rise and fall, the cute little faces she
made. Maybe he’ll ask her what she was dreaming about when she wakes up. But
when her face relaxed, it always left him in awe. Never in his life has he seen
her calm, relaxed and… Defenseless before. Running his fingers through Kyohei’s
fiery hair, she lets out a small smile spread on her lips. And subconsciously,
Azix smiled back.

What was so intriguing about this
woman that smacked him with an oar, becoming charge of the mutiny against him,
and threw him off his own ship? Maybe it was that fiery attitude she has or
that whip she has for a tongue when she becomes angry. But no matter how many
things he described her as, it didn’t make sense to him. “Me Beauty…” Azix cooed quietly. He saw Kyohei’s eyebrows furrow together almost in anger in hearing his voice. This made him chuckle softly ‘I guess your back to your old self…’ he
said in thought with a deep sigh. A part of him wished that this could’ve been
different, for he won’t hide his feeling towards her. But another part was glad
that things will stay the same. Azix doesn’t want to face another heated
argument with Kyohei after a night he will never forget.

It was so bittersweet, that it
seemed more bitter than sweet. Though no matter how much he wanted to stop time right there, he needed to get out of Kyohei’s room before she wakes up.

Carefully, he untangles her legs
from him and started to make his lower body move closer to the edge of the bed.
Raising his left hand over his head to grab the pillow, and with patience and
delicate movement, Azix made his way out of her grasp. Finally placing his feet
on the cold floor, he stretched out and looked back at the sleeping girl in her
bed that now was hugging a pillow. Now his conscious was screaming to him, ‘Get the Hell out of there!!!’

Without making a sound, he puts on
his pants back on and gathered up his things, and not taking one last look, he
makes his way out of her room.

When he finally enters his own
room, he lets go a sigh of relief until he felt ice travel up and down his
spine. Slowly turning around, he sees Momo already awake with his arms crossed
in front of his chest, sitting on the edge of the bed with a death glare towards
Azix. He stares back at his small friend, in fear of what he’ll may say or do
to him. He opened his mouth to start explaining but Momo raised his hand
commanding him to become silent. Azix shakes his fist, hoping to show Momo he
is in charge and to not command him. “Listen here! I don’t do what you tell me! Now let me expla—“He was suddenly cut off when Momo pulls out a gun shoved it to his face. The monkey knows how to use weapons quite well. “Ooo ooo ahhh
ahhhh!!” Momo yells. Azix ducks quickly and grabs Momo’s tail as he pulls
the trigger and blows a hole on the door.