Hey everyone! It has been a while since I posted a story… well, added new chapters. *looks away in shame* I'm sorry for not updating those stories. Major writers block! Anyway, I had gotten very bored this day. Therefore, I decided to write a story that was in my notebook for a long time. I did not want to post it because many people started making stories like it. Since things calmed down a bit, I am now writing this story. I hope you enjoy it! I'm sorry for my errors; it won't let me fix anything. :/
(I have re-edited my already edited story! Each passing year, I find my mistakes and I honestly feel embarrassed for not knowing the proper grammar and such before. )
Warning:Sexual content is in the first chapter. There is bad language. Please forgive my grammar and punctuation. I have yet to jot those things down to perfection.
Disclaimer:I do not own these lovely boys. If I did own it, I would make the whole story into a yaoi instead of shonen-ai in the anime. ^_~
Motivation is the key to my writing more.
~*Chapter 1: Dreams*~
Shuichi...
Moans were irrupting from a certain person. Some of the moans that could be heard were soft, the others louder with each second. Their bodies were rubbing against each other in unison, hips grinding a bit. A hand abused his nipples. The hand was pinching just enough that he did not know whether it was hurting him or making him moan in pleasure. Either way, he was enjoying the attention he had.
Slowly that teasing hand began to make its way down, pinching and touching all his sensitive spots as if they knew his body by heart.
The hand made its way down lower and lower until it was circling slowly at his navel teasingly. Even though the room was dark and he could barely see, he could just make out, or thought, the other had a smirk coming on to its face as he began to whine for more attention.
The person began to kiss him softly, it becoming more passionate with each movement of his hand. Lower and lower, it went until finally it made its way to gently stroke….
My eyes fly open as I bolt upright, clutching the covers in the dim, nearly empty room. Gasping, I realize it was just another dream and I throw myself back with a little sigh, unclutching the blanket.
Every night was the same. The dream takes place last where it had stopped the night before, leaving my heart racing and sweat beading on my forehead. Sometimes I could not help but wonder what happened after the next part.
Hell, why am I even thinking about it? I don't want to know what happens next! Yet I don't think I can ignore it. In fact, sometimes I'm just dying to know if the person in my dreams link back to my past.
I close my eyes in exhausted defeat, knowing what came next. I slowly reached my hand under the covers, slipped it beneath my panda pajama pants, and took matters in hand.
Crying out as quietly as I could so the neighbors would not hear as I finished, I grabbed a tissue from the tissue box I kept beside my bed. Each night it was becoming harder and harder for me. It was embarrassing to do something like this every single night. However, if things got too graphic, I wonder if I would have a wet dream instead of…
"Ah!" I yell out in frustration, putting my hands through my pinkish black hair and started pulling it. It was black at the top, and pink at the tips. My hair barely touched to the bottom of my neck. It used to be all but a faded pink, but it was going back to its original color. I was too lazy to either cut or dye it. Even if I did decide to, I wouldn't know what to do with it. I didn't prefer anything in particular.
Coming back to the dream issue, I asked my doctor that if I was having dreams that seemed weird, what to do. The man just said it might be memories trying to find its way back to me so I could remember. He said not to try to force to remember, but I just can't help it. I needed to gain back my memories fast. I was tired of feeling lot.
Throwing away the tissue, I took a notebook off the dresser beside the waste basket. I open to a new sheet and dated it, then began to write:
'My memories… I know they'll come back… but I feel so… just so lost.' I write down as I roll my eyes. I only really write the same things in this notebook. However, each day I discover something new or either come up with a new theory.
'I know I'm still young. Like my early twenty's. That's what my doctor said. Today, I can proudly say that I think I am twenty-one years old. I am Japanese, I am flexible, I love to sing, and I think I have a sibling. Other than that, I have to rely on my dreams. When I sleep, the dreams appear. Once I wake up I am, well, hard. But the weird thing is that I always wake up at exactly 7:30 AM. I tested that for a couple days and found out I do. Why is that? I don't know.
Today, my friends and I are going to Japan. Back when I first woke up, I never even imagined that I would go back. Not with the encouragement of them. The only friends I have are the dearest things to me. I feel lost whenever I'm not around them for long. That may be why I was sure to get into working where they work. I would not trust anyone else to be my friends other than the two anyway. I haven't written in a while, so that's an update. However, that is only because of the late shifts I work at night. Well, when else should a club be open?
At times like these, my mind continues to wonder and question itself. Does my current job have any relation to what I was when I had my memory? That first night I volunteered to work someone's shift as a backup singer, it was as if I belonged. Right when I put on that skimpy clothing… I felt… comfortable. How embarrassing. There was also a name I heard. A name that sounded so familiar. Was it my true name and not just the three letter name Shu?'
Followed by me filling up the page of the notebook, I doodled and procrastinated until I knew I had to get ready. As I got up and threw my notebook and pen in my carry bag, I made my way to the bathroom for a long, hot shower. After I did that, I heated up and ate some microwave pizza rolls. Yes, all forty was eaten by yours truly.
Oh, and I don't even know how to cook! I mean I can do stuff like boil eggs and cook macaroni. However, other than that I cannot even pick up a knife to cut something without getting bored and not pay attention to where I cut or how I hold it!
I laugh at myself pathetically. I'm just so lonely and bored that I was actually talking to myself now. No, my mind was simply thinking of what it was going to make me put next in the notebook. I do that often.
A couple knocks from the front door drew me from my thoughts. Not being quick enough, they continued and echoed in my throbbing temples until I got to the door.
I bite my bottom lip a little, hoping it was not a neighbor complaining about my earlier incident. If it was, it was not the first time that happened. In this apartment complex, the walls were thin and so many things were heard. Yet so far, I was the loudest person here and was loud at everything you could possibly think of. I'm probably just loud by nature.
I unlocked and opened the door slightly when all of a sudden it burst open; me moving back just in time, and in popped a beautiful light haired man.
"Hey Shaye. And by the way you almost killed me." I mutter in a slight rhyme tiredly.
"Too hot to handle, too cold to hold, what's up sleeping beauty. Or should I say, buster rhymes." (1) Shaye joked as he strolled in casually as if the apartment was his. A nagging sensation told me to make him take his shoes off.
Ignoring the comment and temptation with a roll of my eyes, I walked toward him. "Are you ready to leave?"
Shaye shook his head as a smirk crossed his lips. "I know were sort of like strippers and I never thought I would say this, but… put some pants on, Prince." He says, looking me up and down.
"Quit looking then!" I yelled wide-eyed as I look down at myself. I ran down the small hallway and into my room, still laughing at the comment Shaye had said. He was right behind me.
"Wow, you never say that when I'm looking at you in your sexy little outfits." He was laughing his ass off.
"Stop it! I am just a little self-conscious. I don't like when people see me half-naked. Leather is way harder to take off than regular clothes." I mutter defensively as I slip some shorts over my boxers.
"That's exactly why we all call you Prince instead of Shu-chan."
"'Chan' is for girls. I'm not a girl."
"If you got implants and a sex change, you could pull off a very cute girl."
"As if I would cut my dick off." I snort, looking around for a shirt.
"You could!"
"If only I were a dick lover! I could easily suck my own… somehow."
By now the both of us were laughing as if we had heard the funniest thing in the world.
"Anyway, I doubt it's that. Maybe… you're intimidated?" He asked, smirk forming on his lips. His smirk changed into a crooked smile. My cheeks began to feel hot.
I furrow my eyebrows. "I never said that!" I yelled at him, turning my back as if to 'turn the other cheek'.
All of a sudden, I fell forward and onto the bed with a cry of surprise as something heavy went on my back. The 'thing' was the brown haired idiot.
Shaye turned me around and held down both of my wrists. I squirmed around, yet it was no use. The other was stronger.
"After your dream… Did you clean the sheets?" He said, the smirk coming back again.
My cheeks felt even hotter and I give a pout. God, I never should have told him. He's so embarrassing.
"Yeah right! I would have found out sooner or later!" He said as he let his grip loosen as he then held both wrists in one hand as he grabbed my chin, making me look forward. I was shocked when I heard his comment and looked at him. At times Shaye could just act like a mind reader. It was weird.
"I can," He says as he chuckles. "Those pretty little purple eyes of yours could tell me almost everything your thinking when they want to."
His face came closer to mine. My heart began to pound as an enormous case of déjà vu came over me. My eyes went half-lidded as I felt Shaye's warm breath on my lips.
"I…" Shaye whispers, looking deeply into my eyes. He sniffs and gives a goofy grin. "…smell pizza rolls; can I have some?" He hurriedly rolls off the bed, laughing.
Followed by a pillow I just threw at the form running into the hallway.
The things Shaye could do at times. The déjà vu… something came to my mind as Shaye had almost kissed me with that smirk plastered on his face. But then as quickly as it came, it had disappeared.
Shaye came back a couple minutes later. He leaned against the dresser, crossing his arms.
I turn my back on the other for just a short time. But it was a bad mistake for I then felt lips kissing down his neck. I gasp and try to squirm away, but the other had a firm hold on my waist.
"S-Shaye… I told you not to… nnh…." I try to say, biting my lip so a moan didn't escape. My neck was sensitive at someone's touch.
"Aw, you look very cute when you blush. Besides, what if I help you gain some memories?" Shaye mumbled as he kissed my shoulder, and then went back up the shoulder.
"H-how'd you figure… that?"
"You might have been a huge pervert. With all your hot dreams, withstand of being touched by a guy, comfortableness with wearing skimpy stuff, and that innocent look of yours."
"I am not gay, if that's what you're implying. I'll make you pizza rolls if you just shut up a-and stop!"
Shaye automatically let go with a sly smile.
This always got me to buy or make him pizza rolls. It's like the both of us are addicted to them. But speaking of pizza rolls… I had a weird feeling eating them. If I were to go to a Japanese restaurant, that strong feeling of being used to the food more washed over.
As I made my way to the kitchen, I heard, "Make them in the oven, dearest!"
"Alright sugar plum!" I yell back, shaking my head slightly. We acted like idiots some times.
~*End of Chapter 1*~
(1) 'Too hot to handle, too cold to hold' belongs to wrestler, Macho Man
Bom, bom, BOM! Well, how was that? Second chapter won't be up for a while, sorry. I hope you would review. Whether it is a hate comment or a nice comment, leave me one. By the way, your flames with go to a fire that will warm my feet! Tootles~