Fanfic: Perpetual Motion
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It was night and too dark for a moon. Across the wet streets of Tokyo, a miserable creature scrambled. Rain splattered under, spraying left and right, rebounding off his shiny black parker. In his hand he carried a bag, the plastic handle slick in his hand, bumping against his legs.
"Hurry, hurry, hurry." He was muttering underneath his breath. "It's so wet-"
He breaks off suddenly, turning away. Stopping on the sidewalk, he drops the shopping bags as his thin shoulders shake as he tries to stifle his coughing by pressing his palm against his lips. His coughing is terrible, like the scraping of sandpaper against skin and passerbys move past him, making sure to keep a distance.
Slowly the coughing abates and he grimaces. Drawing back his hand, he can just see the faintest imprint of– red, before the rain washes it away. Squaring his shoulders, Shindou Shuichi picked up his shopping bags and continued on the way home.
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"Yuki!!!"
Yuki Eiri was a tall man, with blond hair and blue eyes and a perpetual aura of ice around him. He came into his hallway, cigarette perched on one side of his mouth, to watch his cat drip on his carpet.
"You look as though you took a shower with your clothes on." Yuki remarked. Shuichi pouted. "Yuki!" Then he smiled and waved the wet bags in his hands, sending raindrops flying left and right. "I bought groceries!"
"Oh?" Yuki had found a towel and handed it to Shuichi who moped himself up. "And what, pray, are you planning to do with them?"
Shuichi grinned, turning up his thousand-wat smile. "Cook! I want to make something for Yuki!"
Yuki sighed. "It gets worse and worse."
Two hours and five meteres of mess from the kitchen to the living room later, Yuki sat down to his home prepared dinner. He tasted the soup. "Terrible." The rice. "Worse." The dishes. "The worst of all. What did you do Shuichi? Put vinegar instead of soya- eh?"
He stopped as Shuichi's eyes began to water. "You don't like it, Yuki?" He made the name a whine.
Yuki sighed and stared up at the roof. "Barely edible."
"YUKI!!!!" Shuichi cried plaintvely. "I spent hours on that food!" He leaned forward and tried a little of his food. He grimaced. "It is terrible. I'll practice it more Yuki, I promise!"
"Never mind." Yuki laughed a little. He spun around and pulled the smaller man abruptly onto his lap. "In fact I'd prefer it if you didn't."
"Eh?" Shuichi's voice came out rather breathless, probably due to the fact that Yuki's lips were on his neck.
"And besides, I'd rather eat you"
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Later, they lay entwined in each others arms. Yuki was just about to drift off to sleep when he suddenly remembered. "How is your cousin?" He mumbled. He was so sleepy that he barely felt Shuichi tighten in his arms. "What?"
"Your cousin. The one you went to visit the hospital to see today."
"She's- she's fine."
"Hm." Yuki drifted off to sleep, barely even hearing. But Shindou Shuichi stayed awake for long afterwards, staring up at the roof, breathing shallowly, his hand pressed softly to his lips.
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Please don't forget to R&R!
Hi everybody! Welcome to Finn's very own gravitation fanfic. I hope you find it enjoyable! Any comments can be directed this way --- finn_cat@graffiti.net, or you could be just kind and hit that review button!
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It was night and too dark for a moon. Across the wet streets of Tokyo, a miserable creature scrambled. Rain splattered under, spraying left and right, rebounding off his shiny black parker. In his hand he carried a bag, the plastic handle slick in his hand, bumping against his legs.
"Hurry, hurry, hurry." He was muttering underneath his breath. "It's so wet-"
He breaks off suddenly, turning away. Stopping on the sidewalk, he drops the shopping bags as his thin shoulders shake as he tries to stifle his coughing by pressing his palm against his lips. His coughing is terrible, like the scraping of sandpaper against skin and passerbys move past him, making sure to keep a distance.
Slowly the coughing abates and he grimaces. Drawing back his hand, he can just see the faintest imprint of– red, before the rain washes it away. Squaring his shoulders, Shindou Shuichi picked up his shopping bags and continued on the way home.
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"Yuki!!!"
Yuki Eiri was a tall man, with blond hair and blue eyes and a perpetual aura of ice around him. He came into his hallway, cigarette perched on one side of his mouth, to watch his cat drip on his carpet.
"You look as though you took a shower with your clothes on." Yuki remarked. Shuichi pouted. "Yuki!" Then he smiled and waved the wet bags in his hands, sending raindrops flying left and right. "I bought groceries!"
"Oh?" Yuki had found a towel and handed it to Shuichi who moped himself up. "And what, pray, are you planning to do with them?"
Shuichi grinned, turning up his thousand-wat smile. "Cook! I want to make something for Yuki!"
Yuki sighed. "It gets worse and worse."
Two hours and five meteres of mess from the kitchen to the living room later, Yuki sat down to his home prepared dinner. He tasted the soup. "Terrible." The rice. "Worse." The dishes. "The worst of all. What did you do Shuichi? Put vinegar instead of soya- eh?"
He stopped as Shuichi's eyes began to water. "You don't like it, Yuki?" He made the name a whine.
Yuki sighed and stared up at the roof. "Barely edible."
"YUKI!!!!" Shuichi cried plaintvely. "I spent hours on that food!" He leaned forward and tried a little of his food. He grimaced. "It is terrible. I'll practice it more Yuki, I promise!"
"Never mind." Yuki laughed a little. He spun around and pulled the smaller man abruptly onto his lap. "In fact I'd prefer it if you didn't."
"Eh?" Shuichi's voice came out rather breathless, probably due to the fact that Yuki's lips were on his neck.
"And besides, I'd rather eat you"
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Later, they lay entwined in each others arms. Yuki was just about to drift off to sleep when he suddenly remembered. "How is your cousin?" He mumbled. He was so sleepy that he barely felt Shuichi tighten in his arms. "What?"
"Your cousin. The one you went to visit the hospital to see today."
"She's- she's fine."
"Hm." Yuki drifted off to sleep, barely even hearing. But Shindou Shuichi stayed awake for long afterwards, staring up at the roof, breathing shallowly, his hand pressed softly to his lips.
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Please don't forget to R&R!