Inspired by “Apologize” by Timberland.
Prompts: Error and Courage

Another Repeated Error

By [Vou]


You stare at me with such sad, somber eyes. Such a horrible sight to me with the knowledge of what you have done in the past few years that we were lovers.

In an attempt to keep tears from escaping, I weakly push you away. You comply, but keep a strong hold of my wrist.

"Please, baby, give me another chance," You plead pathetically, not caring if we had an audience, "I'm sorry for what I did."

Already shaking violently, I wrench my wrist from your hand's grip and take two steps back.

"It's too late to apologize. What you've done to me is unforgivable. I'm so sick of giving you chances! All you ever do is apologize and then do it again! Matoi, I am done with you! This error of yours is the last." I finally screamed at the top of my lungs. "You'll never change!"

Tears escaped from my eyes, which squeezed shut the moment I screamed.

We were in the middle of the hallway of the school. Surrounded by our fellow staff and other students that passed by. I, a teacher, and you, also a teacher. My students stared at me from inside the classroom. Or at least, I knew they were. I could feel their young, intuitive eyes staring at my back. Arms folded to my chest, I left into the door, slamming it behind me without another word.

I left you with your eyes widened.

Apparently, I would hope that it was shock, but then again, I wasn't sure. Nothing ever shocked you so easily. But, perhaps, maybe this would be the few times that I would have accomplished such a feat. Never in my days as an English teacher, did I ever say such vile words. I was not an angry person by nature, but like all human beings, I did have a temper. My anger brought out the worst in me and I hated it. I hated that my students -- a lovely bunch of sophomores -- had to listen to me say such things to the person they knew me to be with. We were engaged, actually, the two of us. You and I. Or, we were. The ring that you had given me exactly eighteen months ago glistened on my ring finger.

I leaned against the door, staring fondly at the little piece of white-gold that was just a simple band. You certainly did know my interests well enough to get a ring for me that suited my tastes exquisitely.

I then realized that I was being stared at. Blushing faintly, embarrassed, I quickly advanced to my desk and sat in the chair.

"Class, please, just do work from other classes or talk quietly. It's a study hall today. But, do not speak of what you just saw happen between Matoi-sensei and I. Understand?" My voice was quivering as I said your name; the name that I loved so much. My mind raced through the various memories rushing through, all the little electric currents working my brain were probably going faster than the speed of light. I actually started to get a headache, as I cried out, arms folded to my chest.

Not even realizing that my sudden cry had interrupted the tense atmosphere of the classroom, I thought to myself aloud. I felt dizzy and sat back in the chair still. Gaze settled onto the white ceiling, studying every minuscule detail of each inch as I spoke.

"Why did you have to be like that?" I hissed, tears streaming freely down my face now, dripping down my neck, to the material of my shirt.

"Even I do not know..."
A voice was familiar, this voice, your voice.

Turning, I saw the door was opened and I glanced up to see you. My eyes narrowed at once and furiously wiped away the bitter tears with the sleeve of my turtleneck.

There was an awkward silence as I finally just turned to you. You forever gazing at me with those beautiful chestnut brown eyes that was like the Minotaur's Labyrinth to me. Memories of our firsts everything together flashed in my mind. It made me cry again.

However, to break the silence, I surprised us both by gaining the courage to speak again.

"I want you out by tonight of my apartment, Ishikawa-san. Get out all of your stuff by tonight or it is going to the trash. And I mean it." My voice was so cold, but quivering and on the verge of spontaneous combustion.

The bell rang.

It was lunch time and neither of us had a class for another period. That was forty-five minutes exactly.

As soon as all the students were gone, you shut the door behind the last girl with a soft click. I saw you lock it, thinking that you were so sly.

Although, you were angry. I could see it in your tanned features. The way your shoulders tensed and you stared at me. Since I first left this morning, I hadn't even noticed that you managed to change out of yesterday's clothes. I was starting to go off in a trance, but your voice interrupted it.

"Kira."

You whispered my name so deliciously.

Shaking my head, I had to quit falling for your spell. The attractiveness of your body that all female and male teachers would have loved to have over or underneath them to touch, or to hold close.

You advanced towards me, a devious little smile on your lips.

I leapt up from the chair, moving to go past you to the door, to escape, knowing what you were going to try to get. You always did such things when I was mad at you. When I wanted to hate you and never see your angelic face again.
But, you caught me with such surprising ease and quickness that it startled me.

Your arm ensnared about my waist, causing a large sum of breathe to escape from my lungs.

I couldn't have moved even if God had willed it. You had me so tightly trapped against your body. I faced away from you, to the door. Your mouth was near my face, I could feel your hot breathe. It forced shivers to race down my spine, as if it was a mouse scurrying instead of little rivulets of shivers.

"Why Matoi?" I asked you, voice low. Staring down at the ground, my hands slid to rest on your arm, gripping it tight. I felt your arm twitch slightly when dulled nails dug into your flesh. "Why do you insist on always hurting me by sleeping with others... strangers... all of them. Even after we made love..?" I whispered in desperation, losing all will to push you away as you crushed me to your chest.

Your hand slipped around my waist and to the hem of shirt, reaching under it and massaged the slightly protruding belly of mine. I wasn't the thinnest, but still, I hated it. It disgusted me. You seemed to never mind. At least, you claimed my abdomen did not effect how appealing I was to you. But, apparently, you did mind. Why else would you want to cheat one me?!

My thoughts were interrupted when ----

Your tongue flicked out, trailing over the lobe and rim.

The lick to my ear made my body quiver and I could not help but gasp as the pleasure riveted through the neurons that made up my nervous systems.

"S-stop... p-please..." I pleaded, but I knew it was all in vain. You always got what you wanted after all. Since that is the one thing I learned about you after being your loyal partner for five years.

You finally claimed my lips and the next thing I knew, we were on the ground committing another error, the one of many that had been previously made.





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