October 7, 2010
Mana—a generalized, supernatural force or power which may be concentrated in objects or people
Nowaki wanted Hiro-san. He'd always wanted him. From the first time they'd met, he'd been drawn to the smaller man. Something about him, his mana, drew him in.
"Why the hell are you staring at me with that stupid expression?" Hiroki growled, pulling him back to the present.
"The man I love," he said.
Hiroki rolled his eyes, flushing. "Idiot."
Nowaki just laughed.
…
Try as he might, Misaki could never leave Usagi-san. The man was basically a child, he had no skills beyond writing and sex and anything he did in situations other than those, Misaki had to redo.
And yet, he couldn't help staying with the useless rabbit. He was pulled in with no chance of escape. There was nothing he could do anymore. The pull of Usagi-san's mana was too great.
This he surmised as his last coherent thought before the older man sent him into oblivion.
…
He could have said no the day Shinobu approached him with his crap about destiny…but no, he had to indulge to teenager, turning him into a, more or less, shotacon having a fling with his boss's son/ex-brother-in-law.
The boy was just too damn cute and pathetic. Miyagi, a lover of cute and pathetic things—see Hiroki during his and Nowaki's separation—had taken the boy and bedded him.
But did that fix the youth's raging libido? Of course not. And now he was stuck. Shinobu's mana held him fast and wouldn't let go, even after Miyagi hadn't wanted to let go anymore.
Such was life. Whatever.
This one was fun to write, Sorry now, I upped it but forgot to post, sorry:(
Misaki: Then why did you go to a concert?
Chey: Cuz I freaking wanted to!
Misaki: Sheesh, you're tetchy when you're sick.
Chey: Anyway, please review and love will gush down on you!
~CheyanneChika