Violet

A/N: Just something I wrote today at school. Pairing is Cirucci Thunderwitch and Szayel Apporo. AU. Too short ,I know. ;~; Sun is lightly grazing the horizon ,covering the blue-gray sky with red hues ,lighting the world awake. Tangled in her lavender bedsheets,a woman with violet locks and amethyst eyes lays curled up in a ball. Purple walls ,decorated with black ,fine details resembling flowers and a paper-white ceiling are the scheme of the bedroom. Dark brown wooden panels assemble the floor ,and the furniture matches the hue perfectly;in the morning breeze ,silvery curtains sway in the wind coming trough the open window ,alongside the lavender ones adorning the king-sized bed. One may think the woman on said bed is sleeping ,but she's not - if her hectic breath is any sign. It's disturbing ,she thinks. This feeling ,deep in the pit of her stomach. This dull ache in her chest. Is it loneliness? Cirucci doesn't know ,and is honestly not curious enough to be interested in finding out. She's aware ,she is bleeding - figuratively ,of course - and it's all his fault. A scowl sets onto her porcelain features at the thoughts of the amber-eyed bastard. Silent tears stream down her light-toned cheeks ,as she throws the covers off of herself. She stumbles out of the bed ,still graceful even as she's moving wobbly - a semi-transparent ,rich purple lace nightgown adorns her body ,and she throws on a black silk robe to shake away the light cold feeling of the chilly Thursday morning. She walks out of sanctuary ,aiming for the mini-bar in her coquettish living room. She plops down on a stool ,and pours liquor into a high glass. " Damn you to hell. " she mutters ,drinking down the burning liquid in one go. She pours a refill almost automatically,and slams down the bottle onto the wooden surface of the bar counter. " Damn you to hell and back! " Cirucci seethes ,yet again ,downing this glass aswell. Letting a low hiss of pain ,hot tears begin to cascade like a thunderstorm out of her clouded eyes. Her shoulders tremble ,but she doesn't make any sound,as the violet-haired lady cries in the morning light. Resting her head on her folded arms atop the secure surface ahead ,a tangled mess of wavy locks shine dimly ,matching the grim in her heart. And a single name her lips let pass trough clenched teeth ,yet it sounds so soft - so holy. Like a silent prayer ,she spells it ,the name of the one plaguing her mind ever since he walked out the door and never returned to her. " Szayel... " [...] Pink locks are tangled ,forming an unruly halo around a man's resting head. Amber eyes are open ,a faraway look gracing them ,as he lays down on the narrow hotel bed. Soft,patterned and well-definite breaths are escaping his nostrils,not betraying his erratic heart rhythm or messed thoughts .He takes a deep breath ,and roses from his bed ,walking towards and into the bathroom annexed to the bedroom he resided within since yesterday morning. 'Time to groom up' ,is the fleeing thought as he discards his pants and steps into the shower cabin ,letting hot water pour over his body. Parted lips whisper her name ,as he rests his head against cool glass. " Cirucci... " He left her behind ,two years ago - when he left with Aizen and his company. Now,he was back to Tokyo ,seeking forgiveness. Has she moved on,or...? Either way ,he felt the need to explain himself;for all he cares ,she can even kill him afterwards - and he's quite sure she will. Smirking fondly ,he stops the flow of water ,and wraps himself in a towel. Exiting the bathroom ,Szayel begins dressing. Half an hour later ,he's outside her apartment ,fist raised ,knuckles ready to knock on the hard wood. Uryu said she's still living here - well,technically the designer asked his girlfriend about it. Nemu somehow was always Cirucci's best friend ,in her silent ,undemanding manner. It surprised him ,still ,how down at the core ,the two women were so alike and yet so different. Shrugging the thoughts away ,he attempts to clear his head. A deep breath - and the deed is done. ' Here goes nothing ' is his thought ,as twin knocks echo,breaking the silent morning. He realizes that perhaps he came too early - it's barely eight in the morning - but then again ,she was never a late sleeper... [...] " Coming! " her voice echoes from the other side of the room. Twist ,twist ,and the door is unlocked. A messy Cirucci opens the door ,eyes closed ,left hand rubbing her eye - she's dressed in nightwear ,and is breathtaking still - as her voice moans a pout. " Gee ,Nemu ,you're too much of a morning pers- " she begins to say ,cracking open her shocking eyes ,but her words get stuck in her throat. Amethyst orbs widen almost inhumanly ,as rosy lips part open. Szayel smiles dimly ,nodding. What a contrast they are - she's so feminine ,so natural even in her sleeping garments ,as beautiful as only a goddess can be;he is stiff ,and not as manly as they come ,dressed in his black and white suit with a pink tie to match his hair. " S-szayel... " she chokes out ,and only now he notices the trails left by tears on her porcelain skin. " Cirucci. " he greets back ,warmly. In turn ,she drags him inside by his tie ,slamming the door shut once he safely lands on the leather sofa. She turns around after locking the entryway ,face blank and devoid of emotion. " What the fuck are you doing here? " she asks ,and he can't help but wonder - how much auto control does this woman posses? Tears stream ,yet she doesn't even seem to notice or care. " Why now? To break me again ,you bastard? " she inquires ,tilting her head;venom and sorrow lace her even tone ,as she folds her arms across her bosom ,leaning against the wooden surface of the door. In response ,he gets up from his seat. Quiet unbuttoning and a swish later ,his blazer and tie no longer bind him. He sets his glasses down on the coffee table ,briefly taking notice of the various ,empty bottles of alcohol adorning the minibar counter. " Answer me. " is her demand ,as thoughtful eyes watch him. " I'm here to explain myself. And to apologize - I don't expect forgiveness...but I don't want to be haunted by this eating guilt anymore. " is his answer ,as he advances towards her in swift motions. He traps her between the entrance and himself ,and fragrance of lilies and irises fill his lungs. He recalls how ,two years ago ,this door separated a crying Cirucci and himself - how she never got to hear the apology he muttered back then. Suddenly ,he resents the inanimate object. " I left you behind to settle a score with Aizen. To watch him crumble for all the wrong he's done. I didn't realize at the time ,I was sacrificing us for the pleasure of futile revenge. Whoever said revenge is best served cold ,obviously had fucked-up taste buds - revenge is always bitter. " his voice falters ,as he puts his arms on either side of her ,his forehead resting against hers. " Kill me if you please...but first ,let me say the useless 'I'm sorry' . " he murmurs ,closing his eyes. He waits for her to push him away - to yell and beat him down ,breaking each and every damn bone in his body .Instead ,Szayel feels her slim arms wrap around his middle ,pulling him towards her. " Idiot. " she murmurs ,crying silently into his chest. He kisses the top of her head - he knows that tone. That soft ,silk like voice. Oh ,how painful her absence was! He wraps his arms around her ,pressing her flush against his chest. Greedily ,he inhales her scent - the scent he'd been wishing for so long. [...] Her tears are no longer laced with sorrow - she cries ,with joy. " I missed you. " His soul is no longer heavy - he smiles ,genuinely. " I've missed you,too. "