Shuichi's POV:
Why does he hate me? Why does the person I love most have to hate me? That- that asshole Yuki Eiri! Why do I have to love him? It's a one sided love! I am such and idiot.
All the time he sits in his dark room, typing on that damn computer. The only time he gets off is to eat, go to the bathroom, and fuck me.
I walked into the apartment, after a long day of recording. It wasn't that bad, my throat was a little soar. But that isn't too big of a deal. Earlier that day I went to lunch with Hiro and Fugisaki, it was all right, but I would have been better if it was him…. Yuki…only if it was Yuki.
It was the same as always, after I come home and Yuki was in his room. Typing, always fucking typing!
"Yuki! I'm home!" I yelled happily. Of course I have look, and sound happy, overjoyed, pleased, thrilled anything…you name it, I had to be it. But what I wanted most is Yuki. I want Yuki to care. But will he? Never. Never in the light of day will Yuki ever proclaim his love for me. Damn him, damn Yuki. Damn, damn, damn.
But today was a little different. Yuki was there-there leaning against the doorframe. He wore my favorite blue button up shirt. He of course had to tease me and have the first few buttons undone. He had the cigarette balanced between his luscious lips. To me he was gorgeous, beautiful. He took the nicotine filled sticks between his fingers and released the built up smoke. He finally spoke to me.
"Did you get me more cigarettes?" He looked at me with those eyes. I felt the anger and tension build slowly. That's all he wanted? Cigarettes?! What should I have expected? 'How was your day?' or 'Your finally home'? No I received more of a serious blow in the stomach. More cigarettes…. I didn't know what happened to me next. A serge of emotion washed over my body as I felt words leave my mouth in a yell.
"BAKAYARO! Why? Why do you always have to be so mean to me?! I love you!" I realized once I said after I had said it. It had already sprung from my lips. I mentally cursed at myself for being so careless.
He raised an eyebrow at me and approached me swiftly. He placed my chin between his index finger and thumb.
"Brat" He whispered it to me before bringing me into an abrupt kiss. It wasn't a special kiss to sweep me off my feet, but it was a rough kiss that was pleasing.
Yuki's POV:
Always so demanding. Shuichi wanted so much from me. But what was I to give? I have a deadline this Friday. That is in two days. I have to finish this book. And now he is throwing this shit at me. I hated when he did this to me. He really is a damn brat that needs to be spoiled. Why did this kind of shitty stuff always have to happen to me? I can't tell him. I just can't tell him that I-no. I won't admit it. I can't.
I was a bit pissed that he didn't pick up my cigarettes like I asked him to this morning. He always goes to the store after work. My cigarettes were the only object that kept me from tearing the machine to pieces. In the morning I did the same usual thing to Shuichi. Looked at him, got my cup of coffee and headed back to my room. Like a lost puppy he followed me to the door. That's when I slammed it on his face and he yelled and pounded on it.
The kiss was so perfect. I have wanted to see Shuichi all day. I fought the urge to keep him with me this morning, but then again I managed every morning. And all day that matter. But our nights were filled with love and lust. But that is only if he turned me on. There was just something about this energetic, pink haired spunk that made me so wild about him.
Not wanting to scare the shit out of him by moving to fast. I slowly encircled my arms around his waist pulling him close to me. So I could smell the strawberry scent of his hair, and feel him under my fingers. I broke the long kiss between us. I looked down at him. His eyes were big and glassy. I knew what was coming. And every time he did it tore me apart. His tears always made me think I have done something horrible. Though most of the time his tears were my fault. And I can list a few times that Hiro has stopped by to 'talk' to me. Only if he knew what he did to me when he cried.
Shuichi's POV:
I couldn't help myself. I had to cry. I have to cry at least once a day to keep myself in check. I leaned into Yuki's shirt seeking comfort from him, though I didn't expect any back. And what he did next surprised me even more. Yuki gave me the comfort I wanted. He pulled me close and stroked my hair. This made the tears fall faster and harder, my heart pounded. I've wanted this for so long and I finally got it. I choked back the tears and decided to tell him the news I found out form K today.
"Yuki. Bad Luck will be going on tour. I will be away for three months." My voice wouldn't come out right. It was a soft whisper. I could feel Yuki's body shift to be able to hear me. He never asked me to repeat anything. Was I scared to tell him? Why should I be scared? I just couldn't pack up my things leave, or could I?
Yuki's POV:
The words hit me almost as though they would be the last I would ever hear in my life. This was the worst thing I think Shuichi has ever said. Would they be the last words I hear form him for three months? Those long three months would be torture. Shear torture he would b putting me through. It hurt almost as bad as when he cries, but worse, so much fucking worse.
I had planned for Shuichi and I to spend tomorrow together. It was the leas it could do for his birthday right? I just wanted to spend a little time with him, and take time off form writing my book. And be with him. But now I can't because he has to go on some outrageous tour to make millions of girls happy. He was gay; he didn't need girl's approval. He needed my approval. I forgot to ask him when he was leaving! Eiri you baka!
"Shuichi, when do you leave?" me voice sent chills down his back. I could feel him shiver in my grasp. It almost brought a smile to my lips but I refrained. I listened closely for his answer. It was soft and mumbled; he held clumps of the silky material in his hands. He finally answered back to my question.
"The day after tomorrow…" His voice was small and yet a simple comfort to my throbbing heart. I still had one day left with him, and it's the day he turns a new age. So a day he will never forget.
"Then tomorrow it's just you and I." It sounded more like an order when it escaped my lips. But I saw him look up at me with the happy purple eyes I strive to earn a glance from.
Why does he hate me? Why does the person I love most have to hate me? That- that asshole Yuki Eiri! Why do I have to love him? It's a one sided love! I am such and idiot.
All the time he sits in his dark room, typing on that damn computer. The only time he gets off is to eat, go to the bathroom, and fuck me.
I walked into the apartment, after a long day of recording. It wasn't that bad, my throat was a little soar. But that isn't too big of a deal. Earlier that day I went to lunch with Hiro and Fugisaki, it was all right, but I would have been better if it was him…. Yuki…only if it was Yuki.
It was the same as always, after I come home and Yuki was in his room. Typing, always fucking typing!
"Yuki! I'm home!" I yelled happily. Of course I have look, and sound happy, overjoyed, pleased, thrilled anything…you name it, I had to be it. But what I wanted most is Yuki. I want Yuki to care. But will he? Never. Never in the light of day will Yuki ever proclaim his love for me. Damn him, damn Yuki. Damn, damn, damn.
But today was a little different. Yuki was there-there leaning against the doorframe. He wore my favorite blue button up shirt. He of course had to tease me and have the first few buttons undone. He had the cigarette balanced between his luscious lips. To me he was gorgeous, beautiful. He took the nicotine filled sticks between his fingers and released the built up smoke. He finally spoke to me.
"Did you get me more cigarettes?" He looked at me with those eyes. I felt the anger and tension build slowly. That's all he wanted? Cigarettes?! What should I have expected? 'How was your day?' or 'Your finally home'? No I received more of a serious blow in the stomach. More cigarettes…. I didn't know what happened to me next. A serge of emotion washed over my body as I felt words leave my mouth in a yell.
"BAKAYARO! Why? Why do you always have to be so mean to me?! I love you!" I realized once I said after I had said it. It had already sprung from my lips. I mentally cursed at myself for being so careless.
He raised an eyebrow at me and approached me swiftly. He placed my chin between his index finger and thumb.
"Brat" He whispered it to me before bringing me into an abrupt kiss. It wasn't a special kiss to sweep me off my feet, but it was a rough kiss that was pleasing.
Yuki's POV:
Always so demanding. Shuichi wanted so much from me. But what was I to give? I have a deadline this Friday. That is in two days. I have to finish this book. And now he is throwing this shit at me. I hated when he did this to me. He really is a damn brat that needs to be spoiled. Why did this kind of shitty stuff always have to happen to me? I can't tell him. I just can't tell him that I-no. I won't admit it. I can't.
I was a bit pissed that he didn't pick up my cigarettes like I asked him to this morning. He always goes to the store after work. My cigarettes were the only object that kept me from tearing the machine to pieces. In the morning I did the same usual thing to Shuichi. Looked at him, got my cup of coffee and headed back to my room. Like a lost puppy he followed me to the door. That's when I slammed it on his face and he yelled and pounded on it.
The kiss was so perfect. I have wanted to see Shuichi all day. I fought the urge to keep him with me this morning, but then again I managed every morning. And all day that matter. But our nights were filled with love and lust. But that is only if he turned me on. There was just something about this energetic, pink haired spunk that made me so wild about him.
Not wanting to scare the shit out of him by moving to fast. I slowly encircled my arms around his waist pulling him close to me. So I could smell the strawberry scent of his hair, and feel him under my fingers. I broke the long kiss between us. I looked down at him. His eyes were big and glassy. I knew what was coming. And every time he did it tore me apart. His tears always made me think I have done something horrible. Though most of the time his tears were my fault. And I can list a few times that Hiro has stopped by to 'talk' to me. Only if he knew what he did to me when he cried.
Shuichi's POV:
I couldn't help myself. I had to cry. I have to cry at least once a day to keep myself in check. I leaned into Yuki's shirt seeking comfort from him, though I didn't expect any back. And what he did next surprised me even more. Yuki gave me the comfort I wanted. He pulled me close and stroked my hair. This made the tears fall faster and harder, my heart pounded. I've wanted this for so long and I finally got it. I choked back the tears and decided to tell him the news I found out form K today.
"Yuki. Bad Luck will be going on tour. I will be away for three months." My voice wouldn't come out right. It was a soft whisper. I could feel Yuki's body shift to be able to hear me. He never asked me to repeat anything. Was I scared to tell him? Why should I be scared? I just couldn't pack up my things leave, or could I?
Yuki's POV:
The words hit me almost as though they would be the last I would ever hear in my life. This was the worst thing I think Shuichi has ever said. Would they be the last words I hear form him for three months? Those long three months would be torture. Shear torture he would b putting me through. It hurt almost as bad as when he cries, but worse, so much fucking worse.
I had planned for Shuichi and I to spend tomorrow together. It was the leas it could do for his birthday right? I just wanted to spend a little time with him, and take time off form writing my book. And be with him. But now I can't because he has to go on some outrageous tour to make millions of girls happy. He was gay; he didn't need girl's approval. He needed my approval. I forgot to ask him when he was leaving! Eiri you baka!
"Shuichi, when do you leave?" me voice sent chills down his back. I could feel him shiver in my grasp. It almost brought a smile to my lips but I refrained. I listened closely for his answer. It was soft and mumbled; he held clumps of the silky material in his hands. He finally answered back to my question.
"The day after tomorrow…" His voice was small and yet a simple comfort to my throbbing heart. I still had one day left with him, and it's the day he turns a new age. So a day he will never forget.
"Then tomorrow it's just you and I." It sounded more like an order when it escaped my lips. But I saw him look up at me with the happy purple eyes I strive to earn a glance from.