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Darkest Passion
Chapter 25 - Sleepless in Japan
He starred at his ceiling. Shigure had been tossing and turning all night. Everytime he closed his eyes she would appear, and when he'd start to drift asleep he could feel himself inside of her. She was warm, wet, and delicious. But when it came to doing the deed, his eyes would fly open and the ceiling was all that he would see.
"Could you possibly moan less?" Yuki stood at the foot of Shigure's bed.
Leaping from shock and fear, Shigure jumped to his feet. His blankets flying to the ground. "Sweet Jesus, Yuki!" He tried to catch his breath. "How long have you been here?"
"A couple of seconds." He crossed his arms. "I can hear you from down the hall."
"Hear what?" He rubbed the back of his head.
"Hear you moaning out her name."
"I don't know what you're talking about."
"Shigure!" Yuki yelled.
"Okay, okay!" Shigure threw his hands in the air. He walked towards his wall. Placing his arm up against it, he leaned towards his hand. He couldn't think straight, he was suppose to send his story out a week ago, yet he couldn't. He couldn't seem to let the story go, he would read it over and over again, and it would break his heart. "I don't know what to do."
Yuki glanced towards Shigure's nightstand. Another empty bottle of Sake sat, the manuscript underneath it. "You drank again?" Shigure's drinking habits had taken a turn for the worst since Tohru had left for California. Sure he had drank before, but it was one or two shots then he was done. By the end of the week he had finished a total of four bottles on his own. They went from simple shots to chugging them down like water. "You're turning yourself into a drunk!" Yuki yelled at his older cousin.
"Look!" Shigure turned to Yuki, "I don't need my little cousin telling me how to run my life."
"Well if it's not me, then who will? We all know Tohru can't because you were too stubborn to get her to stay!" Shigure slammed his fist hard into his wall. "Shigure you can't keep running from your problem with Sake. It'll only get you so far." He knew his younger cousin was right, but Sake was all he had. It was the only thing that would help him escape Tohru's grasp on him, even if it only lasted a few hours. "What makes you think she doesn't miss you?"
"I didn't even fight for her, even when I could see that's what she wanted."
"Do you think she would've stayed if you had pleaded with her?" Yuki stepped towards his cousin, but stopped when he saw Shigure's eyes turn defensive.
"No."
Yuki shook his head. "Be serious here, Shigure. You really believe she wouldn't have stayed?"
"She wants me to tell her things I don't know if I can!"
"Like what?"
"Like. . ." he paused. "Like, I love you."
Yuki sighed. "Because your stubborn."
"Not everything has to do with being stubborn!" Shigure turned back to his wall and starred at it, as if his wall had started the argument.
"I talked with her today."
"Akito."
"Tohru." It caught his attention. He didn't turn like Yuki had hoped, but he would have to settle with that. As long as he had gotten his cousin's attention. "I bought a ticket for California. I told her I was going to visit next week, but..." He pulled the ticked out of his pocket from the sleeping pants. "I think you should go." Shigure glanced back, he could see Yuki's hand was extended. The a brochure that held the ticket was in his hand. He wouldn't grab at it, he wouldn't go. "Shigure. . ."
"She doesn't want to see me."
"You actually believe that she would rather see me than you?" Yuki laughed. "You are one naive inu, Shigure."
"All dog's are naive." Shigure commented.
"Yeah." Yuki countered his cousin's comment, "but they're also very intelligent and know when to go after their master."
"Are you claiming, Tohru, is my master?" He glanced back at his cousin.
"Why else would she be invading your dreams." He sighed in defeat. Groaning to himself, Yuki tossed the brochure to his cousin's bed. "Goodnight, Shigure." Yuki walked out and left for his bedroom. Slowly turning, he looked at his manuscript, then glanced towards the brochure. Bright and Sunny, California.