Fanfic: Perpetual Motion
Here is chapter two of Perpetual Motion! Enjoy! Please email here -- finn_cat@graffiti.net with any comments or just hit the damn review button!
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"…doko ni mo tomaranai
mitasanai Emotion SHIKATO kimete oikose yo
furueteru SHAI na seikai no nuke-michi o neratte
tadoritsuku basho e I Want New World."
Shuichi finished the song, panting slightly. He saw Suguru smile at him over the piano and Sakano flashing thumbs up, grinning happily beneath his glasses. "OK," he said. "You can go have a break now."
The three members of the band Bad Luck trooped downstairs to the cafeteria. Suguru was called away by Tohma, so Shuichi and Hiro sat down to lunch together.
"You seem to be in a good mood of late." Hiro said suddenly after a long while of watching Shuichi smile dreamily into space. Shuichi grinned. "Yes. Everything has been so good to me of late. Life is too good to be true!"
Hiro leaned back onto his chair. "We've come a long way, you and I. From high school music rooms."
Shuichi nodded eagerly. "It's been a long road, but we've come through it victorious!" He made a victory sign but Hiro wasn't really listening. "I still remember back then, how we would scramble after classes."
Shuichi laughed loudly. "We were always so busy together. They used to think we were in love!"
Hiro blinked comically. "We weren't?"
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"It's a perfect work as usual, Eiri-san."
Yuki sat across the table from his publisher. He was itching for a smoke but knew that he was definitely in a no-smoking zone. He blinked at the publisher, wanting it over as soon as possible.
Unexpectedly however the publisher looked as though he was thinking about something. He leaned forward then and said in a low, confiding voice as if imparting a deep secret; "We have a new editor whose a great fan of yours."
Yuki raised an eyebrow. Into his mind immediately came the image of a middle aged woman, mildly fat with glasses. "Oh?"
"I'll call him in!" The publisher said suddenly, and rather loudly. Yuki blinked. 'He?'.
The man who came to the door surprised him. Young and willowy, he had a long braid of purplish-brown hair and roseleaf lips. He smiled at Yuki. "I've wanted to meet you for such a long time Yuki Eiri-san. My name's Mana. Simizu Mana."
Yuki shook the outstretched hand rather abruptly. Sure, the man was pretty but he really needed a smoke. As if sensing his discomfort, Mana turned to the publisher and said; "Sir, would you mind if I took Eiri-san out into the smoking area?"
The publisher didn't mind. In fact, he absolutely beamed. "Of course not." He actually winked at Yuki. Confused and a little amused, Yuki allowed Mana's hand on his back, leading him towards the cafeteria. It was empty at this time in the afternoon so Yuki sat down on a random chair and took his cigarette pack out of his pocket. He pulled one out and found Mana leaning forward into him, face an inch away from his, holding a lighter.
"Thanks." Yuki said as Mana lit his cigarette, then drew in blissfully, leaning back onto the chair.
"How have you been recently, Yuki-san?"
"Eh?" Oh, the man was still there.
"The newspapers reported that you were ill recently." Mana had seated himself in the seat opposite him. His long, slender fingers brushed back the folds of his hair.
Oh that. Yuki nodded. "Passing fair."
Mana laughed gently. "And how is that little lover of yours, that singer?"
"Shuichi?" Yuki blinked, waking a little from his smoke-induced reverie.
Mana smiled at him. "Is it fascinating to be living with a child like that?"
Yuki glared, now completely and rudely woken.
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Here is chapter two of Perpetual Motion! Enjoy! Please email here -- finn_cat@graffiti.net with any comments or just hit the damn review button!
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"…doko ni mo tomaranai
mitasanai Emotion SHIKATO kimete oikose yo
furueteru SHAI na seikai no nuke-michi o neratte
tadoritsuku basho e I Want New World."
Shuichi finished the song, panting slightly. He saw Suguru smile at him over the piano and Sakano flashing thumbs up, grinning happily beneath his glasses. "OK," he said. "You can go have a break now."
The three members of the band Bad Luck trooped downstairs to the cafeteria. Suguru was called away by Tohma, so Shuichi and Hiro sat down to lunch together.
"You seem to be in a good mood of late." Hiro said suddenly after a long while of watching Shuichi smile dreamily into space. Shuichi grinned. "Yes. Everything has been so good to me of late. Life is too good to be true!"
Hiro leaned back onto his chair. "We've come a long way, you and I. From high school music rooms."
Shuichi nodded eagerly. "It's been a long road, but we've come through it victorious!" He made a victory sign but Hiro wasn't really listening. "I still remember back then, how we would scramble after classes."
Shuichi laughed loudly. "We were always so busy together. They used to think we were in love!"
Hiro blinked comically. "We weren't?"
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"It's a perfect work as usual, Eiri-san."
Yuki sat across the table from his publisher. He was itching for a smoke but knew that he was definitely in a no-smoking zone. He blinked at the publisher, wanting it over as soon as possible.
Unexpectedly however the publisher looked as though he was thinking about something. He leaned forward then and said in a low, confiding voice as if imparting a deep secret; "We have a new editor whose a great fan of yours."
Yuki raised an eyebrow. Into his mind immediately came the image of a middle aged woman, mildly fat with glasses. "Oh?"
"I'll call him in!" The publisher said suddenly, and rather loudly. Yuki blinked. 'He?'.
The man who came to the door surprised him. Young and willowy, he had a long braid of purplish-brown hair and roseleaf lips. He smiled at Yuki. "I've wanted to meet you for such a long time Yuki Eiri-san. My name's Mana. Simizu Mana."
Yuki shook the outstretched hand rather abruptly. Sure, the man was pretty but he really needed a smoke. As if sensing his discomfort, Mana turned to the publisher and said; "Sir, would you mind if I took Eiri-san out into the smoking area?"
The publisher didn't mind. In fact, he absolutely beamed. "Of course not." He actually winked at Yuki. Confused and a little amused, Yuki allowed Mana's hand on his back, leading him towards the cafeteria. It was empty at this time in the afternoon so Yuki sat down on a random chair and took his cigarette pack out of his pocket. He pulled one out and found Mana leaning forward into him, face an inch away from his, holding a lighter.
"Thanks." Yuki said as Mana lit his cigarette, then drew in blissfully, leaning back onto the chair.
"How have you been recently, Yuki-san?"
"Eh?" Oh, the man was still there.
"The newspapers reported that you were ill recently." Mana had seated himself in the seat opposite him. His long, slender fingers brushed back the folds of his hair.
Oh that. Yuki nodded. "Passing fair."
Mana laughed gently. "And how is that little lover of yours, that singer?"
"Shuichi?" Yuki blinked, waking a little from his smoke-induced reverie.
Mana smiled at him. "Is it fascinating to be living with a child like that?"
Yuki glared, now completely and rudely woken.
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