Midnight Memories

Lena was normally good at separating her emotions from situations. That was a skill she prided herself on. No matter how hard life knocked her down, she picked herself up from the ground and kept soldiering on. 

Even when her parents died, she remembered being sad, but she was too young to truly feel the pain; besides, her grandmother provided her with all the love she could ever need in the world (and still did). 

The one thing that managed to unnerve her, time and time again, was her uncle Hugo. Oh, dear uncle Hugo, who seemed to skirt the rules every time, blurring the lines between right and wrong, making her question morality. Charisma oozed from his pores, and his sound arguments, with carefully positioned points of logic, were hard--no, near impossible--to challenge.

That was how she found herself in her current predicament, wasn't it? Pinned against the wall in the dead of night by a silver-haired boy with wide eyes. Gazing into them felt like gazing up at the moon. There was emotion there, so much emotion: loneliness, longing, and now, a passion that she had never seen in him before.

"Is this what you want?" 

Honebami's voice was barely even a whisper. The pale moonlight streaming in through a small window illuminated his features, making his skin look like porcelain.

Lena's body was tense and she exhaled sharply in a failed attempt to relax. Somehow, she couldn't look away from his face, and that made her heart race. His gentle but firm hands rested around her shoulders, but he wasn't moving a muscle until he was certain of her intentions.

The seconds stretched into minutes and the silence was almost too much for both of them to bear. Lena swallowed to clear her throat before she spoke.

"Yes," she finally said.

"You would give yourself to me like this? I have no memories of... what I mean to say, is, I've never done this before."

"That much is certain! You were a sword."

"That's not what I meant."

Honebami suddenly appeared nervous. Lena wrapped her arms around his neck to calm him. She drew him closer and their bodies came together easily, two pieces of the same puzzle.

"It's my first time, too," she quickly blurted out, furiously blushing, unsure how those words even made their way past her lips. "So then, let's make some new memories. I trust you..."

His lips felt like clouds, soft and light against her skin. Their hands found their way together like magnets, fingers interlocking easily, as if they had always held each other this way.

By the end of the night, Honebami would never want to leave her again. Finally, something other than the fire that consumed his memories defined him. 

She was very much a part of him now... his Saniwa, and something much more...