Perpetual Motion: Four
Um… here's chapter four! I'll be updating by bits from now on as I have yearly exams soon. It's also rather late right now so sorry if there's anything strange happening …
finn (finn_cat@graffiti.net)
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The clatter of keys echoes softly through the room, as Yuki worked on his latest story. Black and white letter blink at him passively on the screen and he sighs, rubbing the side of his head with one finger.
There is a card lying astray on one side of the table, a card made of thick, elegant white cardboard with the name 'Simizu Mana' written in black letters. Yuki paused a little, mouth pursed in thought.
"I'm a real man." Mana had told him, as he slid the card into the pocket of Yuki's coat. Yuki had looked at him with characteristic coldness. "What makes you even think I like men?"
Mana had smiled a quiet, private smile. "You'll like me."
Now the card lay on one side of his desk and making an aggravated sound, Yuki took his glasses off, slid them onto the table and in the process pushed the card off the table into the little waste paper pin waiting below.
Well, that was that.
The door of the room was still slightly ajar and minutes ago, there had still been the echoes of enthusiastic singing permeating into the room, but it had fallen strangely silent. Realizing that that was what had been unconsciously bothering him, Yuki went to the door and pushed it open.
Shuichi lay sprawled on the sofa, cushions strewn astray by his intruding form. His mouth was parted in sleep and he still made slight sounds. The television blared still – afternoon anime – and reflections of the colors red and green and blue flashed over his pale face.
Yuki stands in the doorway watching him, and in that half-light, a strange tenderness was revealed in his face that probably never would be there had Shuichi been awake. Almost as though he didn't realize what he was doing, he knelt down by Shuichi's side and touched his hair gently with one hand.
Shuichi stirred. The hand disappeared. Shuichi's eyelashes came fluttering open and seeing Yuki, he smiled and yawned. As the snap and vigor came back into them, the first question he asked was one that had been bugging him of late; "What are we going to do on my birthday?"
Yuki shrugged. "Whatever you like."
Shuichi opens his mouth, eyes snapping as if to say something that deeply excited him. But uncharacteristically he stops himself, as though he thought better of it. Instead he says; "Let's stay at here, at home, and just have dinner together." He smiles happily. "It'll be romantic."
Yuki made his agreement in the form of a 'hnn'. Undeterred, Shuichi scrambles up and wraps his arm around Yuki's neck, offering his lips. They kiss gently, then more passionately, before Shuichi lowers himself back onto the sofa, pulling Yuki with him.
The sunlight shifts a little, as the day draws away.
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Early morning at the recording studio. It had been quiet, but things were suddenly blown away by the arrival of Ryuichi Sakuma and his bright, pink Kumagaro.
"Hurry up or I'll leave you here!" The threat is administered by a small, purple haired woman who waits impatiently on the steps.
"Hai, hai!" Ryuichi says as he tornadoes around the room, yelling for Tohma. Sakano can be seen hanging onto the papers on his desk for dear life. K appears out of a door suddenly, fully armed. "QUIET!"
"EH?"
K waves his gun menacingly at Ryuichi then waves it towards the direction of another room. Following the line of the gun, Ryuichi sees Shuichi through the glass windows of a room.
He is acting rather strange. There is a piece of paper on the desk in front of him, half scribbled. Shuichi can be seen walking in circles around the desk, staring at the piece of paper. Occasionally he would dart forward something, and scribble something down as though attacking an enemy and equally fast, back away. He seems also to be talking to himself.
"Ah? What is Shuichi doing?" Ryuichi asks pouting slightly. K shrugs. "He says it's Top Secret."
"Oh secret!" Ryuichi says excitedly. "I like secrets." He strides forward and pulls open the door. "Hey Shuichi!"
Shuichi turns. "Ah, Sakama-san!" He says surprised. "What are you doing here?"
Ryuichi closed the door and nodded conspiratorially. "I heard you have a secret."
Shuichi laughs a little nervously. "It's not really a secret. I'm writing a song for Yuki."
"Can I see? Can I see?"
Ryuichi leans forward but Shuichi snatches the paper from underneath his hands. He is blushing heavily, but also highly agitated. Mortified beyond belief, he apologies; "Sorry Sakama-san! It's ah- secret."
But when he looked up, Ryuichi was no longer smiling. The depth of Ryuichi Sakama's knowledge and instinct probably cannot be measured, despite his hazardous appearance. To Shuichi's shook, Ryuichi suddenly sits down. He looks suddenly very serious.
"What's wrong with you?"
Shuichi dropped his pen in surprise.
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Thanks everyone for reviewing!
Anonymous person: um, yes. I'll correct the 'bedchamber' soon. (I must have been really sleepy!)
Evangeline: I've got quite a few chapters planned, but not until the end. So I don't know … (oh, the suspense!)
Sarasi: Thank you~! I appreciate it!
Chibiukyou: wow!!!! Hey actually exams start in exactly a week … so I'll remember that equation while I'm desperately trying to do calculus. ^_^
Panatlantic: I'm SORRY! But thanks.
Baki-chan: I don't know what's happening either …
E. Carpenter: I like Kumagoro too!
Please keep reviewing!
Um… here's chapter four! I'll be updating by bits from now on as I have yearly exams soon. It's also rather late right now so sorry if there's anything strange happening …
finn (finn_cat@graffiti.net)
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The clatter of keys echoes softly through the room, as Yuki worked on his latest story. Black and white letter blink at him passively on the screen and he sighs, rubbing the side of his head with one finger.
There is a card lying astray on one side of the table, a card made of thick, elegant white cardboard with the name 'Simizu Mana' written in black letters. Yuki paused a little, mouth pursed in thought.
"I'm a real man." Mana had told him, as he slid the card into the pocket of Yuki's coat. Yuki had looked at him with characteristic coldness. "What makes you even think I like men?"
Mana had smiled a quiet, private smile. "You'll like me."
Now the card lay on one side of his desk and making an aggravated sound, Yuki took his glasses off, slid them onto the table and in the process pushed the card off the table into the little waste paper pin waiting below.
Well, that was that.
The door of the room was still slightly ajar and minutes ago, there had still been the echoes of enthusiastic singing permeating into the room, but it had fallen strangely silent. Realizing that that was what had been unconsciously bothering him, Yuki went to the door and pushed it open.
Shuichi lay sprawled on the sofa, cushions strewn astray by his intruding form. His mouth was parted in sleep and he still made slight sounds. The television blared still – afternoon anime – and reflections of the colors red and green and blue flashed over his pale face.
Yuki stands in the doorway watching him, and in that half-light, a strange tenderness was revealed in his face that probably never would be there had Shuichi been awake. Almost as though he didn't realize what he was doing, he knelt down by Shuichi's side and touched his hair gently with one hand.
Shuichi stirred. The hand disappeared. Shuichi's eyelashes came fluttering open and seeing Yuki, he smiled and yawned. As the snap and vigor came back into them, the first question he asked was one that had been bugging him of late; "What are we going to do on my birthday?"
Yuki shrugged. "Whatever you like."
Shuichi opens his mouth, eyes snapping as if to say something that deeply excited him. But uncharacteristically he stops himself, as though he thought better of it. Instead he says; "Let's stay at here, at home, and just have dinner together." He smiles happily. "It'll be romantic."
Yuki made his agreement in the form of a 'hnn'. Undeterred, Shuichi scrambles up and wraps his arm around Yuki's neck, offering his lips. They kiss gently, then more passionately, before Shuichi lowers himself back onto the sofa, pulling Yuki with him.
The sunlight shifts a little, as the day draws away.
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Early morning at the recording studio. It had been quiet, but things were suddenly blown away by the arrival of Ryuichi Sakuma and his bright, pink Kumagaro.
"Hurry up or I'll leave you here!" The threat is administered by a small, purple haired woman who waits impatiently on the steps.
"Hai, hai!" Ryuichi says as he tornadoes around the room, yelling for Tohma. Sakano can be seen hanging onto the papers on his desk for dear life. K appears out of a door suddenly, fully armed. "QUIET!"
"EH?"
K waves his gun menacingly at Ryuichi then waves it towards the direction of another room. Following the line of the gun, Ryuichi sees Shuichi through the glass windows of a room.
He is acting rather strange. There is a piece of paper on the desk in front of him, half scribbled. Shuichi can be seen walking in circles around the desk, staring at the piece of paper. Occasionally he would dart forward something, and scribble something down as though attacking an enemy and equally fast, back away. He seems also to be talking to himself.
"Ah? What is Shuichi doing?" Ryuichi asks pouting slightly. K shrugs. "He says it's Top Secret."
"Oh secret!" Ryuichi says excitedly. "I like secrets." He strides forward and pulls open the door. "Hey Shuichi!"
Shuichi turns. "Ah, Sakama-san!" He says surprised. "What are you doing here?"
Ryuichi closed the door and nodded conspiratorially. "I heard you have a secret."
Shuichi laughs a little nervously. "It's not really a secret. I'm writing a song for Yuki."
"Can I see? Can I see?"
Ryuichi leans forward but Shuichi snatches the paper from underneath his hands. He is blushing heavily, but also highly agitated. Mortified beyond belief, he apologies; "Sorry Sakama-san! It's ah- secret."
But when he looked up, Ryuichi was no longer smiling. The depth of Ryuichi Sakama's knowledge and instinct probably cannot be measured, despite his hazardous appearance. To Shuichi's shook, Ryuichi suddenly sits down. He looks suddenly very serious.
"What's wrong with you?"
Shuichi dropped his pen in surprise.
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Thanks everyone for reviewing!
Anonymous person: um, yes. I'll correct the 'bedchamber' soon. (I must have been really sleepy!)
Evangeline: I've got quite a few chapters planned, but not until the end. So I don't know … (oh, the suspense!)
Sarasi: Thank you~! I appreciate it!
Chibiukyou: wow!!!! Hey actually exams start in exactly a week … so I'll remember that equation while I'm desperately trying to do calculus. ^_^
Panatlantic: I'm SORRY! But thanks.
Baki-chan: I don't know what's happening either …
E. Carpenter: I like Kumagoro too!
Please keep reviewing!
