Hey, thanks for telling me, you guys. That was completely by accident, I swear….
And I'm sorry I've been gone for such an unnecessarily long time. I had graduation, parties, and a sporadic fever. D:( getting over it now, thankfully.
"I what?" Eiri turned toward the little pop star slightly. "You've dreamt about me?" He took the singer's shoulders and shook them slightly. "Answer me!" Shuichi's lavender eyes were staring into the honey ones in wide-eyed shock. His face was beet red. He hadn't told anyone about this guy, no even Hiro knew. "I did." He whispered. "It was a few nights ago." He felt like he should pull away from the author, but couldn't bring himself to do it. "You were telling me that you loved me."
Eiri looked down at the little pop star in his grasp. 'Oh my god! I'm actually touching him! I have Shuichi in my hands right now!' "So I was telling you that I love you, huh?" He smirked slightly. "Yeah. We were in a field of flowers. You had said, 'Shuichi. Look at me, Shuichi.' Just like you did the other night at the concert." Eiri glanced back at him. 'So that's why he looked at me the way he did after I said that.' He had been confused about that look.
Shuichi openly stared at the man. He couldn't believe this was actually him. Did this mean that he'd get in a relationship with this angel of a man? He obviously wouldn't mind seeing as how beautiful he was. But Shuichi knew nothing about the man. He saw that the blonde man had a bit of stubble growing on his chin which gave him a sort of rugged look. His white fedora was tilted slightly forward.
His arms were thrown over the back of the bench and he had his legs crossed out in front of him. As he stared into the distance, he reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a pack of cigarettes and lit one. He exhaled a steady stream of smoke, watching the singer bat it away. "So why are you out here?" He said after letting all the smoke out.
"I really don't want to talk about it." Shuichi pouted slightly and turned away. "I thought you lost your voice?" He questioned. 'Why is he asking me so many questions?' The pink haired boy wondered. "Oh! That! I got it back already! Isn't it a miracle?" The writer rolled his eyes. "You didn't lose your voice, Shuichi. You make it too obvious that you have a broken rib or two." Shuichi's eyes widened. "How?" He whispered. "You're constantly covering your chest with at least one arm. You make it too noticeable by the way you wince slightly when you take in a particularly deep breath."
"Well aren't you a Mr. Know-It-All?" Shuichi smiled slightly. "What about you, Mr.? Why are you out here so late at night, walking through a park?" He gazed at the author. Without turning to look at him, Eiri took another puff from his cigarette. "Was going to a bar. Then I saw this little delinquent sleeping in a slide, so I figured I'd make sure he was okay."
"So that's why you were leaning over me?" Shuichi questioned. "Obviously. Why would I lean over you for any other reason?" He couldn't tell the boy the truth. That would be way too awkward. His eye was twitching slightly, and it looked as though he were forcing himself not to look at the boy. "You know, Mr. If it's that hard for you not to look at me, you might as well just look." Shuichi said teasingly. "Are you inviting me?" Eiri said with a slight smirk on his face.
Shuichi turned bright red again. "What? I, uh, was not!" Eiri smiled softly and brushed a strand of hair out of the singer's face. "You're not a very good liar, are you?" The blush receded from the singer's face and a look of anger replaced it. "Well, excuuuse me for being an honest person more than most!" He crossed his arms and pouted.
"I wasn't complaining. I think it's cute." The pout vanished. "Really?" He looked down. "I don't know your name. But you know mine." He looked up hopefully. "Eiri Yuki Uesugi." He looked back into the distance. "Can I borrow your jacket?" Eiri seemed to choke on something because he bent over suddenly, dropping his cigarette.
"Eiri? Eiri! Are you okay? What happened?" When he saw the writer's face, he realized that he was just trying not to laugh. "I can't believe how openly you asked a stranger that." Eiri managed between fits of laughter. "I'm cold. You look plenty warm enough. I'm sure you could spare your jacket for a bit, right? Unless you'd rather warm me up some other way…." He smiled kiddingly.
'Did I hear what I think I just did? Did he just offer himself to me? I mean, that would be a miracle, don't get me wrong, but with Shuichi? I don't know how well that would go. I'd probably lose it and end up admitting how much in love with him I really am!' Thoughts were running wild through Eiri's head. He pictured what it would be like to do it with the little pop star. The whole time, he was trying to suppress the images. They couldn't lead to anything good.
Eiri took his jacket off and flung it at the boy. "Here, brat." It smelled kind of musty and had the smell of stale cigarettes. "Do you have a place to stay for the night?" Eiri stared into the boy's eyes, hoping it would get the truth out of him. "I do. But I fear going back there." Eiri nodded. "Okay. Follow me. You can crash at my place tonight."