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Hey guys, I'm trying to write another story with little fluff and a lot of angstiness, which will hopefully help me focus. I hope you guys like it and want me to continue writing it.
Chapter 1
I wish you were here. Nowaki stared up at the sky, wondering what Hiro-san was doing right now. No, I wish I was there, with you. Nowaki looked down at the letter in his hand and then at the large blue mail box. He stared at it for a moment before he pocketed the envelope and turned away with a sigh.
Just then, a huge gust of wind blasted his unzipped jacket wide open. Nowaki busied himself zipping up the coat. He was too distracted to notice the letter blow out of his pocket and float on over to the mail box where it came to rest beside it.
Nowaki sighed heavily and wrapped his arms around his shoulders longing for his lover's warmth. But he probably hates me now…Nowaki bit back tears as he hurried to his apartment. He had to think about something else. He needed his Hiro-san.
Arriving at the apartment—he couldn't call it home. Home was where Hiro-san was. Home was not this cold, dark, empty apartment—he took off his shoes, automatically saying, "Tadaima." Before remembering no one would greet him. He slipped off his jacket and went abruptly to the bedroom. He dropped to the bed and lifted his pillow. Beneath it was a picture of Hiro-san, trying to smile. Nowaki smiled a little bit down at the photo. He kissed it gently and reached down to touch himself.
"Hiro-san, Hiro-san," he murmured, over and over again, pumping furiously. He fell back on the pillows, staring at Hiro-san's face as he finally came. "Hiro-san, I love you." He drifted to sleep, holding the picture tight in his fist.
…the next morning…
Ron Mercis had been a mailman for sixteen years. He slowly dragged himself from the mail truck and over to the mail box. As he opened the box, a letter was caught in the breeze and slipped out onto the ground. He sighed and reached down grabbing it. Then he noticed another letter on the ground. He picked that one up as well and took it along with all the other letters.
That letter arrived at the post office, was checked and sent to international post, where it was checked once more before it was taken to a plane bound for Japan. From there it made its way to Tokyo and finally to the mail slot of none other than Kamijou Hiroki, who was just picking up his mail now.
Is anyone interested in this being continued? Please review and tell me.
