Disclamer: I do not own Fushigi Yuugi, much to my regret. Yuu Watase-sama does (worship her!) and Pioneer does and Flower Comics does and...er...some other people do too. ^_^;;;
Warning: This fic is Shonen-ai, Yaoi (not really, just shonen-ai). Don't know what that means? Well, it's a MalexMale relationship. There really isn't much in this one...
Note: This is my first Fushigi Yuugi fanfic, so please be kind! Review too onegai.
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Alone. The word rings in my ears with horrid familiarity. Alone, alone, alone. That all I'll ever be isn't it? Heh, at least I'm not in denial anymore.
"Nuriko? Nuuuuuriiiiikkkooooooooooooooo!"
My attention snaps back to the conversation at hand. I place the usual genki grin on my face, hoping it reaches my eyes this time. "Nani?"
"Shit Nuriko, weren't ya listenin' ta me? Damn that's cruel...." Tasuki crosses his arms over his chest and pouts. He's so cute when he does that....
"God-damnit Nuriko!"
"Gomen, gomen, what did you say?"
Tasuki sighs and allows a fang to poke out of the corner of his mouth. "Never fuckin' mind."
He said something about being alone, now I'm curious. "No tell me!"
"Fuckin' hell I will!"
"You curse to much."
Tasuki cocks his head to the side. "I do?"
I nod. "Worse then a drunken sailor-"
"I'm not a fuckin' sailor!! Damn water."
"Baka."
"Shut up."
Silence, a rare thing when I'm with Tasuki. Usually you can't get him to stop talking. I lean against the twisted iron railing that lines the walkway surrounding the palace. He's looking at the stars, I can see them reflected in his eyes. Tasuki might act like an idiot, but he tends to think about little things in great detail and is really very intelligent. I wonder if he knows that.
"Ya cold Nuri-chan?"
Of course I'm cold, I'm always cold. "Not really, why?"
He shrugs and runs his fingers through his hair, making a face as he does. "No reason, just wonderin'." The very corners of his mouth turn down into a small frown. Does he know what a bishonen he is? If he does, he's very humble about it.
I start twirling the end of my braid. It's an old habit, I do it sub contiously anymore. For some reason I'm nervous and I have been since we found out that we were leaving for Hokkan. Probably just pre-travel anxiety.
"Ya tired?"
Of course I'm tired, I'm always tired. "Not at all."
"Oh." Tasuki frowns again.
"Why do you ask?"
"Y'just seem sleepy is all. Guess I'm jus' worried about ya, ne?" He chuckles and rubs his nose.
I raise and eyebrow and laugh.
"Worried about me? Baka ne." I poke him in the side. He squeaks and screws up his face.
"Cut it out Nuri!" A smirk slowly spreads over his features.
"...what?" That expression is never a good thing.
"Ya know what I just realized? You're fuckin' short!" He laughs triumphantly and stands perfectly straight. "Short!"
I hit him, not very hard but enough to hurt. "God damn it I know I'm short!"
"Itai! I was just sayin'-"
I raise my fist threateningly. Tasuki shuts up, a wise decision on his part. The silence doesn't last very long, however.
"...so have you always been a midget or is it a new thing?"
I hit him again. "Stupid, don't insult my height! At least I'm not a-" Che, I can't think of anything bad about him...that's not good, he'll win the argument! And I can't have that.
"'Least yer not a what?" He knows he's won.
"At least I'm not a pyromaniac!" That was most idiotic....
"You say it like it's a bad fuckin' thing! 'Sides, y'are too, I've seen all those candles in yer room. Waaaaaayyyyyyy more then y'need just for lighting! And who always insists on-"
"All right, all right, you win...." I pause. "What were you doing in my room anyway?"
Tasuki's eyes widen slightly and his face gets flushed. Even in the dark I can see he's embarrassed, but about what?
"I-ano, er...no reason."
"Aa?" ...Why WAS he in my room? Anyway, he shouldn't be embarrassed about it. Unless he has some sort of attraction to me, which I seriously doubt. How could anyone ever be attracted to me? It's very unlikely, especially considering that I...love? Maybe that's to strong of a word....
Tasuki fidgets nervously, playing with the handle of his tessen, his gold eyes trained on the ground. I hate it when he's tense, it seems to make everything seem a lot worse then it actually is. I let my eyes linger on his face, taking it in, memorizing it. He's gorgeous, but not in the same way Hotohori-sama is. I'd say that Tasuki is just as attractive as heika, once you actually compare the two. I sigh and hop up onto the rail, instantly losing my balance (I'm really a klutz) and falling forward.
"CRAP-" I take a couple deep breaths to slow down the adrenaline rush. He caught me! I know his seishi power is speed, but for some reason I'm flattered that he bothered.
"Ya ok baka? Yer kinda red." I'm blushing? Che!
Theres another long pause. I rest my head on his chest and sigh, but he doesn't pull back.
It's a nice position, I could stay like this forever. Tasuki smells like alcoholic peaches, not quite what I was expecting, but not bad. Pretty good actually.
Maybe there's some way I can let him know how I feel? Without ruining our friendship of course--that's the tricky part. Anything I do will either disgust him or scare him off. It'll be hard to avoid him on the Hokkan trip, which means confrontation if I do anything now--
Without thinking I stand on my toes and try to convey all my love and all my confusing feelings in a kiss. Nothing. No reaction at all. He pulls away abruply, and turns around so he wont have to look at me.
"It's late. Oyasumi Nuriko."
"Oyasumi." He walks away, leaving my smashed heart in his wake.
Warning: This fic is Shonen-ai, Yaoi (not really, just shonen-ai). Don't know what that means? Well, it's a MalexMale relationship. There really isn't much in this one...
Note: This is my first Fushigi Yuugi fanfic, so please be kind! Review too onegai.
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Alone. The word rings in my ears with horrid familiarity. Alone, alone, alone. That all I'll ever be isn't it? Heh, at least I'm not in denial anymore.
"Nuriko? Nuuuuuriiiiikkkooooooooooooooo!"
My attention snaps back to the conversation at hand. I place the usual genki grin on my face, hoping it reaches my eyes this time. "Nani?"
"Shit Nuriko, weren't ya listenin' ta me? Damn that's cruel...." Tasuki crosses his arms over his chest and pouts. He's so cute when he does that....
"God-damnit Nuriko!"
"Gomen, gomen, what did you say?"
Tasuki sighs and allows a fang to poke out of the corner of his mouth. "Never fuckin' mind."
He said something about being alone, now I'm curious. "No tell me!"
"Fuckin' hell I will!"
"You curse to much."
Tasuki cocks his head to the side. "I do?"
I nod. "Worse then a drunken sailor-"
"I'm not a fuckin' sailor!! Damn water."
"Baka."
"Shut up."
Silence, a rare thing when I'm with Tasuki. Usually you can't get him to stop talking. I lean against the twisted iron railing that lines the walkway surrounding the palace. He's looking at the stars, I can see them reflected in his eyes. Tasuki might act like an idiot, but he tends to think about little things in great detail and is really very intelligent. I wonder if he knows that.
"Ya cold Nuri-chan?"
Of course I'm cold, I'm always cold. "Not really, why?"
He shrugs and runs his fingers through his hair, making a face as he does. "No reason, just wonderin'." The very corners of his mouth turn down into a small frown. Does he know what a bishonen he is? If he does, he's very humble about it.
I start twirling the end of my braid. It's an old habit, I do it sub contiously anymore. For some reason I'm nervous and I have been since we found out that we were leaving for Hokkan. Probably just pre-travel anxiety.
"Ya tired?"
Of course I'm tired, I'm always tired. "Not at all."
"Oh." Tasuki frowns again.
"Why do you ask?"
"Y'just seem sleepy is all. Guess I'm jus' worried about ya, ne?" He chuckles and rubs his nose.
I raise and eyebrow and laugh.
"Worried about me? Baka ne." I poke him in the side. He squeaks and screws up his face.
"Cut it out Nuri!" A smirk slowly spreads over his features.
"...what?" That expression is never a good thing.
"Ya know what I just realized? You're fuckin' short!" He laughs triumphantly and stands perfectly straight. "Short!"
I hit him, not very hard but enough to hurt. "God damn it I know I'm short!"
"Itai! I was just sayin'-"
I raise my fist threateningly. Tasuki shuts up, a wise decision on his part. The silence doesn't last very long, however.
"...so have you always been a midget or is it a new thing?"
I hit him again. "Stupid, don't insult my height! At least I'm not a-" Che, I can't think of anything bad about him...that's not good, he'll win the argument! And I can't have that.
"'Least yer not a what?" He knows he's won.
"At least I'm not a pyromaniac!" That was most idiotic....
"You say it like it's a bad fuckin' thing! 'Sides, y'are too, I've seen all those candles in yer room. Waaaaaayyyyyyy more then y'need just for lighting! And who always insists on-"
"All right, all right, you win...." I pause. "What were you doing in my room anyway?"
Tasuki's eyes widen slightly and his face gets flushed. Even in the dark I can see he's embarrassed, but about what?
"I-ano, er...no reason."
"Aa?" ...Why WAS he in my room? Anyway, he shouldn't be embarrassed about it. Unless he has some sort of attraction to me, which I seriously doubt. How could anyone ever be attracted to me? It's very unlikely, especially considering that I...love? Maybe that's to strong of a word....
Tasuki fidgets nervously, playing with the handle of his tessen, his gold eyes trained on the ground. I hate it when he's tense, it seems to make everything seem a lot worse then it actually is. I let my eyes linger on his face, taking it in, memorizing it. He's gorgeous, but not in the same way Hotohori-sama is. I'd say that Tasuki is just as attractive as heika, once you actually compare the two. I sigh and hop up onto the rail, instantly losing my balance (I'm really a klutz) and falling forward.
"CRAP-" I take a couple deep breaths to slow down the adrenaline rush. He caught me! I know his seishi power is speed, but for some reason I'm flattered that he bothered.
"Ya ok baka? Yer kinda red." I'm blushing? Che!
Theres another long pause. I rest my head on his chest and sigh, but he doesn't pull back.
It's a nice position, I could stay like this forever. Tasuki smells like alcoholic peaches, not quite what I was expecting, but not bad. Pretty good actually.
Maybe there's some way I can let him know how I feel? Without ruining our friendship of course--that's the tricky part. Anything I do will either disgust him or scare him off. It'll be hard to avoid him on the Hokkan trip, which means confrontation if I do anything now--
Without thinking I stand on my toes and try to convey all my love and all my confusing feelings in a kiss. Nothing. No reaction at all. He pulls away abruply, and turns around so he wont have to look at me.
"It's late. Oyasumi Nuriko."
"Oyasumi." He walks away, leaving my smashed heart in his wake.