Chap. 1
The Same Old Thing
I remember the first time our eyes met. For one split second my heart skipped a beat, so did his. I actually felt that I, Eiri Yuki, was wanted in someone's life forever. I thought to myself, "Can I ever give my heart to someone when I don't know if it can love? Will he come for me when I call...?"
"Wake up, Yuki you sleepy head!" I heard that same high voice every morning.
"What do you want now, Shuichi?" I said in my usual tone of voice; irritated. Getting up out of bed, I saw the same pink haired boy lying on the floor, tickling my feet. "You know I'm no ticklish." No answer.
I took control of my feet again and left Shuichi on my bedroom floor. He followed me, even to the bathroom, but I shut the door before he could breathe one breath in there. I stripped, and stepped into the shower, washing all of last's night worries with it.
When I finally emerged, I heard, "What do you want, waffles or pancakes?" Man, that voice, so high and hyper. Just one shot. At that thought I slammed my head into my drying hands.
"Waffles would be fine! Make that with some eggs and bacon, waiter!"
I set the table for the same normal two people, without realizing what I was doing. And he came bouncing, out of the kitchen with the plate of waffles in his head.
CRASH!!
"Oops."
"What were you thinking? Those were good plates! Get out of the house, now, you baka!" My voice rang out of my throat, so loud that I even winced myself. Wait, I didn't mean it, Shuichi, come back. But he didn't leave.
Shuichi came over and embraced me, with his soft touch and sweet voice. "I'm sorry, sorry." He whispered into my ear, ever so quietly. Then it hit me. He was nibbling my ear. I could push him away but I couldn't. I wanted him in this embrace forever.
The mail slot opened and the mail littered the floor. At last Shuichi got up and gathered the bills (most likely), and brought them to me. Bills, I was right.
"It looks like there's here for you." I said in disbelief, and handed it over to him. I bleakly looked through them again and noticed something I had missed. A black envelope addressed to me, but with no return address. Strange I thought.
"It must be a fan letter (hopefully.)" I said under my breath.
The letter for Shuichi was a reminder from Hiro that a concert was coming up next week. And of course he asked me if I'm going. What else could I say, no, it would hurt his feelings, but in the end I told him sure.
Later that night I opened the mysterious letter. I could not believe what it was.
The Same Old Thing
I remember the first time our eyes met. For one split second my heart skipped a beat, so did his. I actually felt that I, Eiri Yuki, was wanted in someone's life forever. I thought to myself, "Can I ever give my heart to someone when I don't know if it can love? Will he come for me when I call...?"
"Wake up, Yuki you sleepy head!" I heard that same high voice every morning.
"What do you want now, Shuichi?" I said in my usual tone of voice; irritated. Getting up out of bed, I saw the same pink haired boy lying on the floor, tickling my feet. "You know I'm no ticklish." No answer.
I took control of my feet again and left Shuichi on my bedroom floor. He followed me, even to the bathroom, but I shut the door before he could breathe one breath in there. I stripped, and stepped into the shower, washing all of last's night worries with it.
When I finally emerged, I heard, "What do you want, waffles or pancakes?" Man, that voice, so high and hyper. Just one shot. At that thought I slammed my head into my drying hands.
"Waffles would be fine! Make that with some eggs and bacon, waiter!"
I set the table for the same normal two people, without realizing what I was doing. And he came bouncing, out of the kitchen with the plate of waffles in his head.
CRASH!!
"Oops."
"What were you thinking? Those were good plates! Get out of the house, now, you baka!" My voice rang out of my throat, so loud that I even winced myself. Wait, I didn't mean it, Shuichi, come back. But he didn't leave.
Shuichi came over and embraced me, with his soft touch and sweet voice. "I'm sorry, sorry." He whispered into my ear, ever so quietly. Then it hit me. He was nibbling my ear. I could push him away but I couldn't. I wanted him in this embrace forever.
The mail slot opened and the mail littered the floor. At last Shuichi got up and gathered the bills (most likely), and brought them to me. Bills, I was right.
"It looks like there's here for you." I said in disbelief, and handed it over to him. I bleakly looked through them again and noticed something I had missed. A black envelope addressed to me, but with no return address. Strange I thought.
"It must be a fan letter (hopefully.)" I said under my breath.
The letter for Shuichi was a reminder from Hiro that a concert was coming up next week. And of course he asked me if I'm going. What else could I say, no, it would hurt his feelings, but in the end I told him sure.
Later that night I opened the mysterious letter. I could not believe what it was.