..--**Just a few things from me, the author:: (a) this is the first fanfiction that i've had the courage to post. please be nice. i will welcome constructive criticism, but nothing that's just telling me i'm horrible. (b) this is a request fic for 'shirako takamoto95' from the most wonderful 'accelepedia (.org)' (c) this story contains slash. this is the only warning you get, if you don't like, don't read. it's that simple. (d) this story is not meant to copy anyone else's work, whether from this genre or any other, and i am sorry in advance for any similarities that may show up. (e) i think i've got it all, so on with the story!**--..
Chapter 1: Lonely
Kurt stood by the window in his 17th floor New York apartment, just watching the skyline, as all the lights started turning on for the evening. It was only about 6 in the evening, but it was already getting dark, seeing as it was late in November. The microwave beeped, and he surveyed the scene one more time before going to get his supper.
Normally, he cooked dinner for himself, but the day had been long, and he had spent extra time at the garage, so he had settled for a microwave dinner, and a few hours sitting in front of the TV, just trying to forget about the rest of the team. But there was one member that he just couldn't get out of his head. He remembered from when he was younger, about 16 years old, when he had had the same problem with a girl that he had been dating, what his mother had said: if you can't get someone out of your head, maybe they're supposed to be there… He had taken that advice, and stored it in the back of his head. With the girl he had been dating, it hadn't been true, but now, well, he was certainly starting to think that it might be true.
He looked at the clock on the wall next to the TV. 6:45: Only two and a half hours until he was due at the airport. Time seemed to go by so slowly; he wished he could speed it up, just until 9:15, when Shirako's flight was supposed to land at the John F. Kennedy International Airport. Shirako had been gone for the past 3 weeks, visiting family and friends in Japan. And since the day Shirako had left, since the moment Shirako had boarded that dreaded plane, Kurt had been counting the days until his return. When Shirako had left, he had said something along the lines of how he wasn't ready to tell his friends and family, and that was why he wasn't inviting Kurt along; it had nothing to do with getting away from Kurt; he just needed to go back to his homeland for a bit; he wanted to be around the things he knew so well, once again.
Kurt thought back to that day, the pain he had felt when Shirako turned and walked towards the boarding line, and the loneliness he felt when he could no longer see the top of Shirako's head, bobbing gently to his very loud techno music, the music that had become a daily part of Kurt's life. The apartment, although Kurt mostly lived by himself, had been empty, and lonely, without Shirako to visit in the evenings, without the techno music. No one really ever visited the other team members in the evenings; they talked business all day at the garage while working on their cars, then went home to their personal lives in the evenings. But in Kurt's case, Shirako was his personal life, and that personal life had boarded a plane 3 weeks ago and flown an ocean away.
So that was the first chapter, i'd like to know what you think! If you read, please review. Next chapter soon!
xoxo--Firefairii