Hey everyone! _ long time no see, or in this case...a long time since I last wrote anything.
I hope you all are doing well! At any rate, This is my newest creation! So please enjoy, and review of course.
DISCLAIMER: Obviously, I do not own more then a copy of all the games..... *sob*
WARNING: As in ALL my fics (sad, I know...) There is Sexual content, cursing, violence, and perhaps more. And of course, tis a yaoi fic my dears. ^^
You have been warned.
...so don't bitch at me. _;
Page by Page, Letter by Letter
Well, here it is. My life story. As I write it down, I could almost as plain as day, see it up on a big screen.....
the audience oooooo-ing and Ahhhhhh-ing at most parts, and perhaps even Booing at some. Yeah. Right.
It's hard to believe that I even chose this profession. You see, I am a writer.
Not a very good one, sadly. As my books adorn almost every discount aisle in most dollar book stores around.
It was a foolish dream, as my father calls it, to write a novel worthy of a movie deal. I still have that dream, at least somewhere deep in my very dark, very lonely heart.
At least my books keep some food on my table, and this small studio apartment roof over my head.
What I really long for....I just can't seem to find. Not even in the cat that often visits my window and takes what scraps I can offer.
No, what I long for most is a companion. A human companion. Someone to share my dream and aspirations with.
Someone to love. One can only hope, that at almost thirty years of age, I would find it sooner then later.
And thus, my pen hits the blank sheet of paper on my cluttered desk, and my day begins.
~:::~
As Riku Randicson sat in his small studio apartment, writing what words came into his head,
Just a few blocks away......A young, prosperous man started his day.
To Sora Tuffield, age 26, every day was a wondrous and beautiful thing.
The sun was always shinning on him, so it seemed, and on those who were lucky enough to come within ten feet of him.
He seemed to have an air about him... it wasn't haughty, or rude, though he looked like the type to act so.
On the contrary, he was a very pleasant fellow. He would smile at everyone he walked by. Wave at those he thought needed some cheer in their day,
weather he knew them or not.
Quite often he would stop and make small talk with total strangers.
He didn't understand why everyone looked at him so strangely. With their eyes filled with awe and admiration.
After all, there wasn't anything special about him, right?
You see, Sora did not realize his own beauty.
With his medium-length brown hair, spiked just so.
His blue eyes, so deep and lovely as the ocean waves that rolled along the sandy beach that surrounded the small island were he lived.
His bright daring smile that seemed to leak sunshine and dazzle those around him.
No, Sora didn't realize at all how beautiful he was.
Now where was he going this fine, spring day? To his small salon, down on the corner of the busiest street in town.
It was always busy. More often then not, if someone came in for a hair cut, a trim, or even just a wash and style, they ended up staying at least an hour.
Just to talk about little things, or maybe to tell a heart-wrenching tale about they're breakup; or perhaps about the loss of a loved one.
What ever the case, Sora was an excellent listener.
He knew when to listen, when to speak, and when and how to give very detailed advice.
Sure enough, he had too many regular customers to count. But always managed to remember everyone's name and background.
His partner at the Salon, was none other then his best friend and room-mate, Namine Kirn.
At only 19 years of age; she was soft spoken, and sweet. But never-the-less, she could be loud and in-charge when need be.
She always dressed simply, and did almost nothing with her hair. Yet always came out looking as if she could walk down the red carpet and not look the slightest bit out of place.
Most everyone said that Sora and Namine would make a great couple. But when ever the two heard this, they simply looked at each other and smile.
Not many people knew what Namine did. But only because they didn't ask.
Sora was strictly gay. He had no interest in girls, at least in the sexual sort of way.
Only Namine knew of his ex boyfriend, the only one he had actually gone out with for longer then a week.
With most of the guys he had gone on dates with, it was always "I'm not really gay....I was just curious", Or "I'm more into girls."
So when he finally let himself fall for someone, it amazed even him. He never talked about him.
And it was only because Namine and him were friends at the time that She knew about it.
That was the first time that Sora had his heart broken. And he swore it would be the last.
It had been about two years now since they broke up; Sora rather enjoying the single life.
Or at least trying to.
He had managed, after all this time, to convince himself he was better off without a man.
Namine knew better. She could see, behind the smile and the laughter just how alone he felt. How empty and without purpose he was.
Yet Sora refused to seek out his possible other half. He didn't want to get hurt again.
So when Namine would start talking about some guy she hoped to set him up with, he would just tune her out, and focus on something else.
Ah, if only it were that easy.......
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Riku sighed as he set down his pen. Only on the third page, and he already had writers block.
He needed an inspiration....something that could hold his attention. Something worthy of investigating; learn about, write about.
Yet there was nothing around him to do just that.
He stood up. Grabbed his jacket and the keys to his apartment, and stepped outside for the first time that week.
It was always like this. Riku would stay locked up in his apartment for days on end without ever leaving.
Trying to create something worthy of his publishers gaze.
So it comes as no surprise that once having met with the suns bright rays, he almost hissed at it as he shaded his eyes.
Damn that sun was bright.
When his eyes had adjusted to the change in lighting, he uncovered his eyes and stuffed his hands into his jeans pockets.
Running a hand through his hair Riku looked around him. There were quite a few people out today.
Some were just by themselves, ipods in their ears, or a book in hand. Others were couples.
It was these couples that he had to stop and look at. It seemed to tug at something inside him, bringing to new life the longing that had been there, yet sleeping almost.
It pained him so much he had to look away.
As he walked along, he tried not to slip into an even more depressed mood. Riku paused, looking up at he vast bright blue sky above him.
The only clouds in sight were just on the outer rims of it, so it seemed to him, and the bright sun shown its warmth down on everything its' beams could reach.
It would be a horrid waste to be depressed and down on a day like today.
So Riku decided that he should simply take the day and keep his mind off of work.
As he was walking, he came across a small line of shops.
There was a small soda shop, a clothing store, and a salon.
The last one caught his eye with a small advertisement on a sigh hanging outside with a cheep hair-cut price.
Riku ran his hands through his hair again. He could use a cut. It was getting rather long. Not to short though, he thought.
He had always liked his hair long.
As he walked into the Salon, a voice smooth as honey greeted him. No, make that the voice of an angel.
As Riku looked over toward the voice, he could feel his jaw drop to the floor.
It was an Angel. Oh god he had to be an angel. The young male smiled at him, introducing himself as he ignored the gawking stare.
Beauty, thy name is Sora; Riku thought as he was seated for the trim he managed to ask for.
Riku could hardly keep himself from gawking up at Sora as the young man washed his hair for him.
The beautiful Man's hands flowed like silk as they worked, smoother then the touch of any woman.
His eyes were amazing, simply dazzling! Riku couldn't keep his thoughts straight if he tried.
In his head he found himself almost dictating this beautiful strangers every move.
From a blink of a lightly tanned eyelid; to the small dainty breaths he took.
Even down to a wisp of a hair that fell in front of his left eye.
Everything about him make Riku feel like gasping for air.
This, was Riku's first time ever experiencing what he often wrote about.
Love at first sight.
Whoot! ^^ First chapter, and I can almos feel mySELF drooling
lol
Well at anyrate, please review!
Extreamly greatful as always,
~Sora