The room was rather large for that of a karaoke joint. It included not only a loveseat couch, but a king bed and other bedside furniture. Everything that came in pink, came in pink. If it didn't come in pink, it came in red or white. To put it point blank, this was a love motel room that had probably seen many people under those pink hearted sheets playing the horizontal piggy back ride. But all of that didn't matter to the two as they played their hearts out singing songs on a rather extensive collection, including favorites from an American boy band, the Backstreet Boys.
One such song, Larger Than Life, Ryuichi Sakuma was rocking up.
~"..Looking at the crowd,
And I see your body sway, c'mon.
Wishin' I could thank you in a different way, c'mon.
Cuz all of your time spent keeps us alive.."~
At the end, the song had Shuichi up and clapping for his rock god's performance. Even if it was someone else's song, Ryu could make the artist weep in envy. "Wow, Ryuichi-san, I wish I could do THAT! I mean it was even in English! How do you do it?" The girl flipped from her sitting position on the couch to lean over the edge and get closer to her singing rival. A smile was pressed on her peachy lips, her face a mausoleum of impressed gratitude.
"Years of practice." The man replied before setting the karaoke microphone on the table the TV sat on. "English isn't terrible to learn when you are surrounded by it." He moved around the couch to sit on the other side of Shindou. To follow his presence, the girl flipped back over to watch him plop down. "Besides, I bet you could do it too."
"But, when you sing, you've got all this soul! I bet I'm boring to watch while I sing. You probably can make nursery rhymes into hard core rock! I just wish I could sit here all day and watch you. You are so fantastic!" Shuichi stopped her praising chatter for a second to blush at him.
"I actually had the hugest crush on you when I was in junior high.. I have so many posters and videos.. My cds are numerous! You were my entire world back then." She smiled, unconsciously moving a bit closer to her idol. "I remember my first concert of you and how Hiro had to force me away from the stage because he said I was freaking out all the other concert goers.."
All though her rant Ryuichi watched her and how she awkwardly brushed back strands of hair out her face to give him a sideways glance. Did she notice she was teasing him? Giving him a view of her gentle collarbone and her soft earlobe? The fact her eyes sparkled when she was being bashful? Did she notice that she was giving him a serious Lolita complex?
"And the time I failed this class because I was working my ass off to get tickets for following Nittle Grasper when they were on tour.. Uh, Ryuichi-san, are you okay?"
Her skin looked so smooth and soft.. She was beautiful, girl or boy. He had always thought that from the time he first saw her. And when he heard her sing, Ryu knew she had to be his. They would have been perfect.. But that man she loved ruined it all. And he never treated her right! It just made Ryuichi's blood boil when he thought about how Eiri smacked about his lover. It was one thing when Shu was a boy, but now him being a girl and being abused..
"Why do you love him, Shuichi? What has he ever done for you? I mean, you always complain about Eiri, why don't you just find someone who won't hurt you like he does?" Ryuichi pulled in closer to the girl so that their bodies were facing each other and they had only a few inches apart. "I could love you better than he does, Shu-chan. I wouldn't ever hurt you." He moved in further so that their noses barely touched. "Just give me a try.."
Shindou's arms wrapped around Ryuichi's neck; her right hand found solace in her god's brown hair, the other clinging on to the fabric of Sakuma's shirt. Her lips found haven on the man's mouth, pressing and nipping desperately at them. She barely got out the squeaky words between kisses, "Your singing inspired me and made me who I am."
'Inspired you to act like a boy?' Ryuichi's mind muttered in answer, his lips too caught up in action to reply back audibly.
"And," she stated, breaking the kiss to finish her sentence. "I am tired of Yuki being such an ass to me. Ryuichi-san.. Do you love me?" Shuichi gazed at her idol, both hands still attached to him.
"Shu-chan.." Ryuichi replied, his lips still stinging from the girl's touch. "Yes, I do love you."
She smiled once, and then gently pushed him closer to her again. "Then you," the girl muttered, removing her hand from the grip on Ryuichi's shirt to his left hand.
Without meeting any resistance, Shuichi slowly moved his hand on her shoulder. She hooked the dress's strap around his fingers, giving him the option of doing what he wanted to do. Without further ado, she picked up her hand and placed it on the man's slender waist after lifting his shirt up part ways. Her mouth traveled to his ear lobe, warming up and tickling the soft skin from her breath. "-can have me."