Inspired by the song 'Truth is'. It's very beautiful. You guys should listen to it... once I get a link to it. Anyway, it's been ten years since Yami and Seto broke up. What has become of them since? The storywill start out slow in the beginning for a warning, but it's worth sticking with.
Taking my daily stroll down Domino streets... I never would have thought of it like any other day. Same grey streets. Same heavy traffic. Same crowds of people... same day, same routine. As usual, I was walking to work. Having a nice job as a Motorcycle salesmen is a pretty good living. You meet a lot of interesting people on the job.
As usual, I started work with a role call of what was to be done. Two sports bikes needed oil changes... A new shipment of Toyotas came... and two new workers were hired. Good. Checking things off as I went, I walk around the large dealership, giving my workers the daily 'hello' and 'nice day today'. The same old... same old...
THUMP!
"Oh, I'm sorry sir..." I murmured, not noticing where i was going.
"Right... w-wait..." The man seem to have choked on something.
Being short in height, I gazed up at the struggling man, and then started to share his choked expression. He was so familiar... like a chapter from my life that had ink blotted over it. His skin... light but tanned one shade below an angelic pale. It was as if I had touched, smelled -tasted- that skin before. He hair neatly shot down his neck and banes stopped at his eyes. I could feel it now... the beautiful jasmine smell of his hair in memory...
But it was his eyes -this man's dark blue familiar eyes- that drove me to lose my voice. I could feel those eyes on me... feel them looking everywhere on my body at a time... I could remember those delicate hands of his brushing against my sensitive skin, caressing my body like an infant. And those eyes... those orbs showing me all the emotions of a hungry wolf in runt and then a tender mother tending to the sick.
We must have stared at each other for minutes on. I could sense -somehow- that this man saw me as familiar, too...
...then it hit me.
On impulse I wrapped my arms around the tall man, nuzzling his chest. Surprisingly... the man embraced me in return, rubbing my back lovingly.
It was Seto... my ex-lover...
And that's the beginning of this story. The Evils of a Cliffhanger. A rating and a review would be appreciated and I'll be updating at the end of the week. Ja Ne