Turnabout
It's been a few weeks since everything finally settled down. I shouldn't be grateful that Sakae hasn't seen any more of Kazuki than he's absolutely had to, but I can't quite summon up the emotion. I'm worn thin, entirely too caught up in work and the small details of keeping our life from spiralling out of control. It's enough, in my mind, that Kazuki's holding back, sparing me from his presence. I'm not sure whether he's doing so because of Sakae, or because of my phone call, but he's staying away, and that's enough.
Sakae is holding back, too, and that only reminds me of the conversation in the park. Has it ever occurred to you that he might be the one toying with us? Yes. Yes, it has, and that's what hurts so badly in all this. That's what has my head so incredibly mixed up that I no longer know what to think. That... and the memory of a voice over the phone, shaken and husky.
As though to mock my thoughts, my cellphone rings, and I reach to grab it, answering it without paying much attention to the caller. "Yes?"
"What are you wearing?"
I freeze, eyes widening as my breath suddenly fails. It's Kazuki, but barely recognizable as him, his voice soft and low... and incredibly tempting. "Oh, god," I whisper shakily, and am answered with a throaty laugh that makes me want nothing more than to see his eyes in that moment. Unbidden, my hand slides over my chest to the knot of my tie, and I'm loosening it, as much from reaction to that delicious tone as from a sudden desperate need for oxygen.
"Come on, Kaneda," he purrs, and I choke slightly, realizing that yes, he'd truly meant to call me. Is this why he hasn't visited Sakae? Is it me he wants now? Does he know any better than I do? "My suit," I whisper, when he clicks his tongue at me in expectation. "I haven't been home long."
"Are you taking it off?" comes the gentle response, and I close my eyes, freeing the knot completely and lifting my hand to the first button. It's hard to release one-handed, so I end up cradling the phone between shoulder and head, both hands working at the buttons feverishly. I want him to see everything, touch everything with that chocolate cream voice of his.
I'm quick to lose track of the actual words he says, far more attention being paid to the voice, but I do catch when he tells me, "Stop. Leave your shirt on... just open. I want you to remember this every time you wear it."
"Why are you doing this to me?" I ask, and am answered with a laugh suddenly harsh. I flinch, realizing I've just echoed what he asked me. But my hands are continuing on their journey, tweaking nipples and dusting over the planes in my torso. "Kazuki," I add, but he hisses at me to be quiet, and I find myself following his directions. What is this dark magic hold they have over me, he and Sakae both?
"Turnabout," he responds finally, and just as my fingers touch the clasp of my slacks, the phone line goes dead.