Disclaimer: I own nothing of FY, despite my fondest wish. I appreciate all comments, but flames due to the shonen ai and possible future yaoi content will be ignored, after all, if flamers have the ability to write, they should also be able to read warnings and descriptions. This is AU, with no mention of the series at all, though most of the characters will have an appearance. Since, I suck at titles, I borrowed it from a song I heard from the Where the Heart Is soundtrack by 3 of Hearts. I am not a country music fan by nature, but I do like this CD and the song seemed to fit ::shrugs:
Twenty year old Hotohori walked into the empty apartment, looking around as the landlady stood at the door watching his expression. "This building has only four apartments in it, so the actual living space is as large as a one floor house. You have two bedrooms, one and half baths, large eat-in kitchen, living room and even your own fenced in backyard."
He tuned out her excited chatter to get a better feel of the place. A bit too small for his liking, though it was in an ideal location to his new job which he would be starting within a week. The tall, graceful man whose looks could only be described as perfectly handsome swept through the rooms with an almost regal air. It was a clean decent place, but he still had three other apartments he was suppose to check out that day and if one of them had a bigger living space...he had a rather large wardrobe and already, he saw that the closet space would be a bit too small for him.
"You must go outside and tell me what you think," the graying red haired lady prompted. Sniffing in almost irritated manner, for his mind was already made up to reject this place, he did as he asked, but only to be pleasant. He slid open the patio door and stepped out, taking in the fresh sea air of the nearby Atlantic Ocean and noted that it was a very generous space of backyard space for an apartment.
As they walked outside and she was locking up, Hotohori composed a simple, polite sentence of rejection in his mind. "So, do you think you'll give it a go?", she asked, hands on her small hips.
"Ms. Douglas, I do appreciate you taking time out to show me around and it was quite charming. However.."
"Excuse me." Both of them turned around to see a young man holding two large brown grocery bags in his arms. "I don't mean to..."
" No, it's alright...what can I do for you?," the landlady asked and Hotohori smiled in response to the other man's apologetic nod, taking his time to give him a long appreciative look. He was shorter than Hotohori by several inches and almost femininely slender with dark rose colored eyes and long violet hair which fell down to his waist in a loose ponytail. He was wearing a simple white shirt and blue jeans with a matching jacket that appeared to be a size too large for him.
To Hotohori, he was simply the most beautiful young man he had ever seen, outside of himself.
"I'll make sure to get right to it as soon as possible," Ms Douglas was saying to him and the breathtaking young man smiled at Hotohori warmly before going to the next apartment right across from his. "I'm so sorry about that. Now, what were you saying?"
" He lives here as well? ", he found himself asking instead of continuing with his rejection speech, which he had seemed to have forgotten.
" Oh yes, for about two or more years. He's a very quiet, nice young man. You'll not have any trouble from him."
Hotohori reasoned he could always buy another dresser for clothing space if needed. " I'll take it."
That had been almost a week ago and he was more or less all moved in. It had been hard, trying to get himself settled and trying to still go to work as usual. He was a manger at a exclusive and very expensive men's clothing store, his good taste and charming looks bringing in many customers who had the illusion that they too could look as good as he in that clothing. Hotohori often would have to keep from scoffing at the men who wandered in there, but his polite manner and friendliness remained in place at all times. His ambition was to open a shop on his own and with his ideas and keen business sense, he knew he would be a success, proving to his parents and grandparents that he did not have to ride on their wealth to make a place in this world. This is what he wanted most of all from his life, to do something on his own and with his own two hands. His parents had tried to even give him money to start off with, but he refused it, despite their insistence and left New York City to come to this moderately sized town in Virginia which was right at home near the ocean.
Hotohori walked towards his apartment, late on the eighth day of living in his new home, tired from a long day at work and paused briefly at the apartment where the violet haired man lived. He had only caught glimpses of him since he came to live there and tried to think of a way to talk to him. Everything he thought of sounded lame to his own ears; he even entertained the idea of asking for a cup of sugar in frustration and wondered why he was having such a hard time talking to him. He was not a shy man by nature, he had never had a problem going up to a stranger and carrying a conversation with them if he wanted to or not. With a frown, he stepped up to the door and raised a hand to knock, hesitating at the last second.
"And what are you going to say exactly to him? ", his mind asked curiously. " You just can't stand there mute when he answers the door, you know. He'll think you are an idiot."
" I am an idiot," he muttered, turning to leave. It was then, either by fate feeling sorry for him or fortune smiling down at him, the door opened and he turned to see the same pleasant smile he had seen a week ago.
"Hello", he said, pleasantly.
AN: Tell me what you think! Constructive criticism and comments longed for.
Twenty year old Hotohori walked into the empty apartment, looking around as the landlady stood at the door watching his expression. "This building has only four apartments in it, so the actual living space is as large as a one floor house. You have two bedrooms, one and half baths, large eat-in kitchen, living room and even your own fenced in backyard."
He tuned out her excited chatter to get a better feel of the place. A bit too small for his liking, though it was in an ideal location to his new job which he would be starting within a week. The tall, graceful man whose looks could only be described as perfectly handsome swept through the rooms with an almost regal air. It was a clean decent place, but he still had three other apartments he was suppose to check out that day and if one of them had a bigger living space...he had a rather large wardrobe and already, he saw that the closet space would be a bit too small for him.
"You must go outside and tell me what you think," the graying red haired lady prompted. Sniffing in almost irritated manner, for his mind was already made up to reject this place, he did as he asked, but only to be pleasant. He slid open the patio door and stepped out, taking in the fresh sea air of the nearby Atlantic Ocean and noted that it was a very generous space of backyard space for an apartment.
As they walked outside and she was locking up, Hotohori composed a simple, polite sentence of rejection in his mind. "So, do you think you'll give it a go?", she asked, hands on her small hips.
"Ms. Douglas, I do appreciate you taking time out to show me around and it was quite charming. However.."
"Excuse me." Both of them turned around to see a young man holding two large brown grocery bags in his arms. "I don't mean to..."
" No, it's alright...what can I do for you?," the landlady asked and Hotohori smiled in response to the other man's apologetic nod, taking his time to give him a long appreciative look. He was shorter than Hotohori by several inches and almost femininely slender with dark rose colored eyes and long violet hair which fell down to his waist in a loose ponytail. He was wearing a simple white shirt and blue jeans with a matching jacket that appeared to be a size too large for him.
To Hotohori, he was simply the most beautiful young man he had ever seen, outside of himself.
"I'll make sure to get right to it as soon as possible," Ms Douglas was saying to him and the breathtaking young man smiled at Hotohori warmly before going to the next apartment right across from his. "I'm so sorry about that. Now, what were you saying?"
" He lives here as well? ", he found himself asking instead of continuing with his rejection speech, which he had seemed to have forgotten.
" Oh yes, for about two or more years. He's a very quiet, nice young man. You'll not have any trouble from him."
Hotohori reasoned he could always buy another dresser for clothing space if needed. " I'll take it."
That had been almost a week ago and he was more or less all moved in. It had been hard, trying to get himself settled and trying to still go to work as usual. He was a manger at a exclusive and very expensive men's clothing store, his good taste and charming looks bringing in many customers who had the illusion that they too could look as good as he in that clothing. Hotohori often would have to keep from scoffing at the men who wandered in there, but his polite manner and friendliness remained in place at all times. His ambition was to open a shop on his own and with his ideas and keen business sense, he knew he would be a success, proving to his parents and grandparents that he did not have to ride on their wealth to make a place in this world. This is what he wanted most of all from his life, to do something on his own and with his own two hands. His parents had tried to even give him money to start off with, but he refused it, despite their insistence and left New York City to come to this moderately sized town in Virginia which was right at home near the ocean.
Hotohori walked towards his apartment, late on the eighth day of living in his new home, tired from a long day at work and paused briefly at the apartment where the violet haired man lived. He had only caught glimpses of him since he came to live there and tried to think of a way to talk to him. Everything he thought of sounded lame to his own ears; he even entertained the idea of asking for a cup of sugar in frustration and wondered why he was having such a hard time talking to him. He was not a shy man by nature, he had never had a problem going up to a stranger and carrying a conversation with them if he wanted to or not. With a frown, he stepped up to the door and raised a hand to knock, hesitating at the last second.
"And what are you going to say exactly to him? ", his mind asked curiously. " You just can't stand there mute when he answers the door, you know. He'll think you are an idiot."
" I am an idiot," he muttered, turning to leave. It was then, either by fate feeling sorry for him or fortune smiling down at him, the door opened and he turned to see the same pleasant smile he had seen a week ago.
"Hello", he said, pleasantly.
AN: Tell me what you think! Constructive criticism and comments longed for.