Change

Ren knelt over her bathtub, elbow deep in developing fluid, the bathroom doused in red light. She could hear the buzz of the television seeping through the towel stuffed beneath the door. He was always on the television whenever she was neck deep in something she couldn't get out of. When there was no way of changing the channel.

It still stung to think about him. But more than anything she was just angry. Angry that after all she had done to get away, he was still finding his way into her life. It had been nearly two months since last she had seen him, but at least once a week, his stupid face was on her television or radio, plugging his new revolutionary dueling technology, or promoting the season's tournaments. His voice was in her ear, and all she could think of was his breath on her neck, the haze of lust in his eyes, his lips on hers.

"Oh my god, shut the hell up!" Ren shouted to the ceiling, splashing developer over her shower curtain and up into her face. "You are so pretentious, fffffaugh!"

"For fuck's sake, Kuroki." Seto snapped, stabbing violently at his phone's touch screen with his phone. He had developed quite the penchant for the f-word in the past months, but found that he only ever needed use of it in regards to Ren. "You are the most unreliable human I have ever employed in my life."

He hadn't seen her since July. And still, all he did was curse her name. He shook his head, letting his phone clatter against the countertop. Despite all that had changed, there was so much still the same.