February 23, 2007--Happy Birthday Yuki!!!!

Flames Of Ice

Chapter Ten

A Scattered Dream

Everything's black; black and cold, and I cannot feel a thing. I think I am deaf, for I cannot hear a sound. I try to stand, but my legs are weak, and I cannot force myself from the ground. I reach up a hand to touch my face, and I find that I am sweating a cold sweat.

I open my mouth to scream, to make any sound at all. I use my all to scream out in the darkness, but all that comes out is a whisper. I close my lips in defeat, and start to lean back, but there's nothing behind me.

Suddenly, a bright white light spills into the ground in front of me, and I squint my eyes narrowly, for the brightness is blinding me. For no reason at all, I feel my heart begin to race, and suddenly I am afraid; more afraid than I have ever been in my life.

I feel something grab onto my arms, and pull me from the ground. I look around, but as far as I can see, there's no one there. I swallow reluctantly, and try to call out again.

"Hello?" I ask in a small voice but there is no answer. I hear, after a slight pause, a click, like that of a door closing or opening behind me.

I turn away from the light coming down from an unknown source above me, and start to gaze behind me. Now, the darkness has faded away, and to replace it was a park; a park that had been sprinkled with a snow cover over a period of time. The cold winds send a series of shivers through my body, and I step forward to start my journey into the snow.

The place, though oddly familiar makes me wonder a bit. Why am I here, and what is it that I am supposed to do?

I come upon a cobblestone path that had been shoveled recently, for I could see every delicate stone that was set into place when the path was built. The cold is getting to me, and as a result, I cross my arms, and keep them close to my chest. I continue to follow the path, and as I walk on, the bare tress on either side of me seem to grow larger and larger, trying to intimidate me. My fear rises with every second, and I cannot seem to contain myself as I start to hyperventilate.

Up ahead of me the path stops, and I can make out something hanging on the tree's trunk. I start to sprint towards the tree, only to find that a mirror is the object hanging from the tree.

I approach the mirror slowly, looking into it with the greatest content. I see myself, and just to make sure that it's me, I use a hand to run my fingers over my cheek.

I run my fingers over my cheek, through my golden hair, over my eyes and lips. A smile arises on my face when I see that I am perfectly alright.

But the smile fades away ever so slowly as I look farther and farther into the mirror. Behind me, I see someone lying in the snow. I swallow again, and slowly turn around as a great fear awaits me at what I am about to see.

There's a man lying in the snow. I see no movement, so I approach him slowly, careful not to be very loud. Covered partially by snow, I get close enough to see his face. He is familiar; russet colored hair, and a slender body type. I take just a moment to think about what made him seem so familiar to me. It's like I had seen him so many times before.

And then I realzie whom it is lying before me in the snow.

Yuki Kitazawa

"Sensei!" I yell out, running to him immediatley. I slide onto my kness in front of him, brusing him of the snow carefully. I lift his head into my lap, and look for any sign that he might still be alive, but I see none.

I feel tears welling up in my eyes, but I don't wan't to let them go. I don't want to let him go.

"No," I whisper, sliding my hand over his chest, hoping, praying to feel a heartbeat. But I feel nothing, not even the slightest of one.

"No!" I scream out to whomever may be listening. "No!" I yell again.

I pull him to my chest, his body limp in my arms. I embrace him like I love him; like he loves me. I never wanted this moment to come, I never wanted this to happen. Why do I suffer the consequences to something that I didn't mean to be anything but an accident.

Why did you betray me, Yuki? I thought you loved me.

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My eyes snapped open to the sight of the ceiling. I felt warmth against me, and I look over to my side to notice a sleeping, pink-haired angel beside me. I was safe now, at least, I felt I was.

That had been the first time in a long time I had dreamt about Yuki, and what he did to me that made me kill him.

He made me kill him, he betrayed me.

Yes he betrayed me, and I had no other choice.

I climbed out of bed, careful not to wake the one beside me. Before I headed out of the bedroom door, I looked back to him, and smiled softly, knowing I felt more for him than I ever had for anyone else.

Except for Yuki, and you know it...

I shook my head at my nonsense mind, trying to think of someway to get Yuki out of my mind. Why did I dream of him tonight out of all nights. The night when I realized I had everything I wanted, everything I needed.

I plopped down onto the couch in the living room, and started to unbutton the shirt I had been sleeping in. I felt beads of sweat on my forehead, but I did not bother to wipe them away. I stared out the window, into the silent night, thoughts of Yuki still in my mind.

I leaned my head back against the cushion on the couch, and closed my golden eyes to the ceiling. I let out an exasperated sigh to let out the things I wished would not come back to haunt me. I ran my rough fingers through my blonde hair to try and calm myself down, but nothing worked.

I needed someone to hold onto, someone to embrace, and cheirsh, and never let go of.

I opened my eyes, for I heard the bedroom door open as if on cue. I gazed at the door, waiting for him to come out of the room, but it took him several seconds just to peek around the door.

His amethyst orbs looked into my own with a sense of passion and lust. He bit down on his bottom lip, using time to stall because he didn't know what to say to me. Wrapped in a blanket twice the size of his slender body, he took a small step out into the living room, and gazed at me with a hopeful ezpression.

"Can I come out here with you?" he asked shyly, like I was going to yell at him for bothering me. Instead, I reached out a hand to accompany him, and he slowly made his way over to me in the darkness of the living room.

He took my hand with happiness, and I pulled him to my body gently. I slid an arm around his waist, and he leaned his head against my shoulder like he did earlier, I, closing my eyes, and taking in his presence for a few minutes.

I felt him running his fingers over the buttons of my shirt whose sides were left to lie on either side of my waist. He let go over the fabric, and instead of pulling his hand back into the blanket, he moved his warm fingers to the skin on my chest, and began to run then over my breastbone.

I knew he didn't mean to touch me in a sexual way, but just the thought of his fingers on my skin turned me on. I just couldn't resist but to let him go on, his delicate fingers sliding gracefully over my smooth skin.

His fingers made their way over to my breast, and to my nipple, where he just faintly kissed with his fingertips. Somehow, he sensed there was something wrong with me, and with his fingers, he was only making me feel better.

His cheek was warm against my breast, and he turned his head just slightly, so that I could feel just a bit of his lips on my skin. His fingers continued on, down over my ribs, and to my stomach. His digits graced around my stomach, running right over my navel.

I leaned forward, and placed a gently kiss on his temple, another on his cheek, and another on the corner of his lips, encouraging him to go on. He knew I was hard, and he was teasing me, but the longer he made me wait, the better I seemed to feel.

He trailed his heavenly fingers around my groin, making me even more hard. I thrust my head back into the couch, and waited, just waited, for him to go on.

He tilted his head up to me, his lips making contact with the skin on my neck. He kissed me, starting at my neck, and going higher. He kissed my jawline, and my cheek. I tilted my head down to him, and looked into his eyes, before he made contact with my lips.

He tongued the inside of my top lip, asking me permission for him to go inside. I granted his wish, and worked my tongue inside of his sweet mouth, before stroking his with my own.

His hand teased me as he played with the button on my pants. I was so hard, and it was beginning to hurt, for I was now pushing up against my zipper.

Shuichi and I pulled away for a breath, but his fingers still threatened. He slipped one, only one finger beneath the cloth, stopping just short enough to make me beg for more.

"Shuichi," I moaned, feeling his plump lips against the skin on my neck. "Oh Shuichi...please," I begged him softly, more lustful passion in my voice than anything.

In one swift move, he shifted up, straddling my legs with his own. I felt him slowly, ever so slowly unbuttoning my pants, and take the articles of clothing away to reveal myself to him. He ran his fingers down my cock, swirling his pointer finger around the head.

My hand grabbed his neck, and as if I told him to, he moved forward, and met my lips again. He shoved his tongue into my mouth, the two of us battling over whom was king.

We pulled away again, just for a breath, before starting back at one another with hungry lips. Thoughts of the dream I had earlier were pouring from my mind, and before I knew it, I was drowning in pleasure.

One stroke down.

An explosion went off inside me, and I moaned into the mouth of the angel before me. My heart raced faster and faster wtih every waking second.

Another stroke.

I took in a sharp breath, and let out another moan as I felt him kissing his way back down my neck. He stroked me again, raising his speed and intensity every time.

"Shuichi," I said breathlessly before yet another moan escaped my lips. My head was thrust back into the couch completely, but he still reached my lips to quiet me.

Another stroke, another jolt.

I spread my legs even farther for him to continue his actions. He couldn't stop now, I wouldn't let him.

One last stroke downward.

That's all it takes, and at the peak of the greatest pleasure in the world, I finally come. At the notice of this, Shuichi plopped his head down onto my chest, both of us taking deep breaths. My fingers combed through his pink locks, and when he felt it, he looked up into my honey colored eyes with his deep lilac ones.

I leaned down, and kissed his lips gently. "Thank you," I whisper against them, before kissing them again, and running my fingers through his hair.

He respondes with a smile, and his eyes flicker up to mine. "Anytime," he replies cutely. And for the last time that night, I fill the gap between us with a savored kiss, filled with nothing but love.

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As the first signs of dawn broke across the sky, I opened my amethyst eyes to meet the eyes of a very sexy romance novelist in front of me.

"Morning, Beautiful," he said softly to me, running his thumb across my cheek.

This was the second time I've had the sweet opprotunatey of waking up next to the man I loved more than anything else in the world. I was so lucky, and I knew it. The thought caused me to smile slightly.

Eiri got up from the bed after kissing me on my forehead. I was surprised at how early I had awoken, for it was only six thrity in the morning.

I watched him leave the room, and start towards the kitchen. I, wrapped in a blanket twice the size of me, jumped up off the bed to rush after him.

I ran out of the bedroom, and started towards the kitchen, but colors out of the corner of my eye caused me to stop running, and turn to the windows on the side wall.

I widened my orbs at the scene before me. Out of Eiri's apartment, I could see the whole horizon. The Sun was just halfway over the rolling hills of Tokyo, and was spraying magnificent rays of purple, pink, and orange across the sky. I was mesmerized by the colors, and the way they co-ensided (can't spell) with the colors of the trees, for it was mid-autumn. The hues splashed together, like paint on a canvas, and the view was a work of art.

"Beautiful, isn't it," Eiri asked from behind me, sliding his bare arms around my waist, and setting his head atop mine.

"Yeah," I said faintly, still gazing out, for the colors surrounded me in a blithe haze.

"But not nearly as beautiful as you are, my love," he replied in a rich, deep, and passionate voice.

I smiled to the windows, before turning in his arms.

"You are amazing," I told him in a happy tone of voice. He smiled down to me, and looked over to the wall for a few moments.

"Say Shuichi," he started, looking back down to me. "Would you like to dance with me?" he asked in such a fluid voice that I just couldn't help but say yes to.

"But we don't have any music," I pointed out, totally ruining the moment by accident.

"We'll make our own," he said, and took one hand from my waist to hold my own. (the blanket fell to the floor.)

He led me out onto the wooden flooboards of the living room. We started to sway to the simple melody Eiri began to hum. I giggled a few times, but other than that, I was all smiles.

Then, when I laughed again, he twirled me around, with a huge smile plastered on his face.

When he brought me back into his body, we stopped swaying, and I stared up into his eyes intently.

The world seemed to stop, and suddenly, nothing moved. I felt as if he and I were the world itself. Time was on our side, and we were going to spend it wisely.

To snap me back to reality, my beautiful, blonde-haired, golden-eyed angel leaned down to bestow a sweet kiss upon my lips. I kissed him back, more intensity and electricity going through the kiss as it deepened.

But we didn't let it go too far, for Eiri knew I was still tired, and that I couldn't do anything naughty ;) at the moment.

So with a final gentle kiss, he sent me back to his warm bed to get some rest, for I had a long day ahead of me.

Little, though, did I know...

My day had already begun.

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