Shuichi was sitting in front of him eating ice cream silently.
Yuki was sitting in front of him smoking Marlboro silently.
The ocean was singing to them again.
Yuki was staring angrily at the scene.
Shuichi just dipped his spoon inside the bowl of cream.
The moon was shinning red tonight for them.
Shuichi didn't lift his head as he heard his lover grumble for another pack of his smoke.
Yuki let his eyes take an almost dangerous glint as he let his hands travel around his pocket in search of his vice.
The window was open with the curtains like fingers beckoning out to anyone who would take their heed, 'Come here'.
Yuki found his one last cancer tick of the night inside a battered box.
Shuichi looked out the window, with the spoon inside his mouth.
There was the song that Yuki never seems to hear calling out his name again.
Shuichi could take notice of the voice, that sensuous sound coming from the bay where the slapping of water on the rocks did its work.
Yuki didn't seem to take heed of the calling that the other could hear every night.
"Yuki, do you hear that?" Shuichi asked, looking out the window, staring at the lovely scene of waters.
"No" Yuki replied while he reached for his lighter.
"Yuki, there it goes…"
"There's nothing there"
Shuichi looked at the lighter Yuki placed on the table, it had a little sticker on one side. Just a small rectangular like shaped sticker, with his and Yuki's face giving the looker a beaming face. There were hearts that traced the edges.
He went back to his ice cream.
Yuki didn't go anywhere at all, didn't even bother to.
But Shuichi couldn't help but be disturbed by the sound of singing voices claiming his ears. Every time he looks at his lover's side- just a few peeks and a stealing glance- he could see it in the other's face that he was not in anyway troubled. The pink-haired boy feared that he hasn't heard anything at all for the time that they spent here.
(Flashback)
Shuichi didn't like the house the first time he saw it, but he was enthusiastic when they left his boyfriend's apartment. He should keep his happy nature in check for Yuki not to hear the disappointment in his tones. It wasn't that the house was of terrible state; on the contrary it was as if time has never passed by at all for the charming mansion by the sea.
Shuichi couldn't point at the bloody roses that made him think of flowers left to rot at funerals. He just couldn't but there was something about them that helped raise the scream of fear in his throat, it was self-control and optimism that pushed the screech of terror back down.
"Wow, Yuki! This house is huge!" the bright-eyed boy exclaimed.
"Yeah, I know, I know…" the blond writer carried bags in his thin arms.
"Hey, Yuki, let me help you with that" Shuichi called out to his trying lover.
"About time you said that…Here" Yuki dropped a heavy bag in Shuichi's open arms, "You carry that"
Shuichi almost fell and it was a comical sight, but no one was there to laugh at the scene. "Yuki… this is so heavy!"
"Well, pack less next time" was the only the other said as he left the bags he carried on the wooden floor of the front porch. For a moment, he took his time regaining his breath while behind him the little boy was moving left to right in a clumsy fashion screaming at Yuki for help.
And to which Yuki didn't seem to hear at all.
"Oh god, I'm beat" he said, pulling out a fag from his pocket.
With that done, and oblivious to Shuichi's trouble from behind, he puffed a couple of smokes and pulled out the keys to the house.
"Yuki…!"
"Just wait a minute brat" Yuki said, as he twisted the keys left to right. To his annoyance, the door didn't push.
"Yuki!"
"Shut up"
"WHAT!"
Shuichi tumbled forwards to him with the entire luggage that he was forced to carry dangerously dangling from his arms. Yuki's was mouth open but he was too late to act when the whole world fell on him and they both crashed and fell into a heap.
(SPACE HERE)
A/N: I'm just continuing if anyone likes it… So if you like it… review!