Luxurious Objectives
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This idea came to me at midnight, and now it's 1:00 AM. I've been sick at home for the past three days and finally I do something productive ^.^ I honestly feel like crap though, and this cold isn't getting better, plus the fact that I think I'm getting an ear infection or something… it hurts T.T
Anyway, the rating is for later chapters ^.~… and this fic is dedicated to Yamachi lovers, like Kath-sama and Mizzy and Matty, my best friend. ^.^ (It's for you too, Krissi!)
This is the prolouge… and if I don't get enough reviews, you people won't get to see the rest. SO REVIEW!
*grabs pick-axe* I think I've finally killed my writer's block!!! YAY!
~Mei Hanaiki
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Taichi yawned as the rays of the morning light poured through the broken shutter. In the small, dirty apartment room there was a fridge, a rickety old door, a table with an old laptop sitting on it (which was gathering dust) and a bed, where his boyfriend Yamato laid next to him, pieces of his blonde hair gently falling over his pale face. Taichi thought about how currently, their lives were a mess – both of them had lost their jobs, and their parents could only pay rent for such a disgrace of an apartment room. It seemed as if the only thing that could make him and Yamato happy in such a situation was each other. Although it seemed ridiculously sappy and wonderful, they couldn't possibly live on that alone.
It was true. "We can't go on living like this forever, on the edge of a cliff, waiting to fall into oblivion… we're on the brink of losing whatever we have left…" Taichi mused to himself. At that, he heard a groan escape from Yamato's voice. "Ah, you sleepy-head… you don't have to get up now…" Taichi whispered to him. At that, Yamato (still asleep) groaned again, twisted the sheet over his back and stretched over the bed, light snores escaping his mouth.
Taichi shuffled his feet and sat down. "Some sort of inspiration… if I could think of something, that could bring me luck and change my life… ah, yes!" he muttered, pulling out a pad of sticky-notes. In his fast, untidy scrawl he wrote down one sentence – that's all it took – then, ripping the little piece of paper off the pad he stuck it onto the fridge.
"YAMATO! THIS IS IT!"
Blue eyes shot open and glared angrily at him.
"Taichiwhatthehellareyouyellingaboutnggggh…."
Taichi said nothing, and grinned in spite of himself.
Yamato turned and looked towards the fridge.
"If you only had a week to change the rest of your life, what would you do? That's what the note says!"
Err… Taichi… what…
"We're going to set a whole week aside from our pathetic lives, get rich and then have wham-bam sex in as many places is we can think of!"
At that all he could do was laugh. "Taichan, if that's not the craziest, most insane plan, I don't know WHAT is!"
Taichi gave him the "you know you'd like to get rich then fuck me for a week" look.
"Where do we start?"
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This idea came to me at midnight, and now it's 1:00 AM. I've been sick at home for the past three days and finally I do something productive ^.^ I honestly feel like crap though, and this cold isn't getting better, plus the fact that I think I'm getting an ear infection or something… it hurts T.T
Anyway, the rating is for later chapters ^.~… and this fic is dedicated to Yamachi lovers, like Kath-sama and Mizzy and Matty, my best friend. ^.^ (It's for you too, Krissi!)
This is the prolouge… and if I don't get enough reviews, you people won't get to see the rest. SO REVIEW!
*grabs pick-axe* I think I've finally killed my writer's block!!! YAY!
~Mei Hanaiki
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Taichi yawned as the rays of the morning light poured through the broken shutter. In the small, dirty apartment room there was a fridge, a rickety old door, a table with an old laptop sitting on it (which was gathering dust) and a bed, where his boyfriend Yamato laid next to him, pieces of his blonde hair gently falling over his pale face. Taichi thought about how currently, their lives were a mess – both of them had lost their jobs, and their parents could only pay rent for such a disgrace of an apartment room. It seemed as if the only thing that could make him and Yamato happy in such a situation was each other. Although it seemed ridiculously sappy and wonderful, they couldn't possibly live on that alone.
It was true. "We can't go on living like this forever, on the edge of a cliff, waiting to fall into oblivion… we're on the brink of losing whatever we have left…" Taichi mused to himself. At that, he heard a groan escape from Yamato's voice. "Ah, you sleepy-head… you don't have to get up now…" Taichi whispered to him. At that, Yamato (still asleep) groaned again, twisted the sheet over his back and stretched over the bed, light snores escaping his mouth.
Taichi shuffled his feet and sat down. "Some sort of inspiration… if I could think of something, that could bring me luck and change my life… ah, yes!" he muttered, pulling out a pad of sticky-notes. In his fast, untidy scrawl he wrote down one sentence – that's all it took – then, ripping the little piece of paper off the pad he stuck it onto the fridge.
"YAMATO! THIS IS IT!"
Blue eyes shot open and glared angrily at him.
"Taichiwhatthehellareyouyellingaboutnggggh…."
Taichi said nothing, and grinned in spite of himself.
Yamato turned and looked towards the fridge.
"If you only had a week to change the rest of your life, what would you do? That's what the note says!"
Err… Taichi… what…
"We're going to set a whole week aside from our pathetic lives, get rich and then have wham-bam sex in as many places is we can think of!"
At that all he could do was laugh. "Taichan, if that's not the craziest, most insane plan, I don't know WHAT is!"
Taichi gave him the "you know you'd like to get rich then fuck me for a week" look.
"Where do we start?"