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Love Me For Thirty Days

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Continuation on Day Twelve

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"Oh no. Don't smile. You'll kill me. I stop breathing when you smile."

― Tessa Dare, A Lady of Persuasion

"Vacations are supposed to be fun."

The redhead grumbled along the way they returned to the hotel. It was so much faster to hire any cabs or ride the trains but the two of them preferred walking. Simply they just wanted to because walking is soothing and a piece of calmness is what they needed right now. Today was already hectic enough but somehow a certain blunette gained strength to roam a bit more. He tugged the hems of Seijuurou's sleeves, flashing a genuine smile for the first; since last time, it seemed force and awkward.

"Let's go somewhere, then."

He shuffled closer to the redhead, linking their arms together – it rose the panic inside the redhead. God only knows how hard his heart's beating. It's like a drum, like a rolling beat for Leonardo DiCaprio waiting to get his Oscar. For a moment, he was simply closing his eyes and muttered gasps of torrid air. When his eyes shifted downwards to see the azure eyes returning back the gaze, he looked away, his cheeks burnt tenfold. Where was the panic just now? Nowhere, just that it was replaced by a sheer nervousness that made him acted like a tongue-tied fool.

Wait, he was a tongue-tied fool.

"Where. . .?" He finally responded, a voice wavering like a wilted leaf on a windy day. He waited for an answer, but all that the redhead received was a wandering – thoughtful – look and a shrug.

To be honest, he wanted to go somewhere. Really, he did. He wanted to pull the blunette past the endless train of bustling citizens and brought him to a place serene and clear from the noise. All he wanted to do was to gaze upon the blue shone in the eyes.

Even so, the blunette looked exhausted as if he had been doing a ten kilometres marathon. He felt the grip against the fabric tightened and his breathe exhaling throughout his parted lips heavier on each step they took.

Seijuurou stopped abruptly, that the blunette almost bumped against him if not for him to realise this sooner. The shorter male could only gape when Seijuurou crouched below, his arms offered a slight width to indicate a render for none other than a piggy back ride. Tetsuya blushed a crimson streak across his cheeks, reluctant and stuttering.

"Wh-what are you –"

"Just do it, Tetsuya," the redhead winked, grinning Cheshire-like toward Tetsuya.

He inched closer, albeit slow and hesitant and torn between retreating or giving in. The blunette blinked, and sooner or later he found his arms linked around the redhead's neck and his legs encircled by the strong arms.

Another shocking this was when Seijuurou began to hum. He never hummed before, let alone sing. But the song was a draggy one, the tone albeit childish but dreamy – and it served the purpose of lulling one to sleep, which Tetsuya figured out his intention. Maybe he noticed the display of fatigue previously, a reason for the sudden halt before. Unnoticed by the red-haired male, Tetsuya flashed his enthusiastic smile.

"Thanks. . ." he breathed before the blue glimmered in his eyes faded.

Seijuurou took his hand, alabaster white and icy cold, and kissed the surface of his palm. Around Manila, he carried the other one despite the stares and murmurs coming from others. But he paid no heed. Carrying Tetsuya was like showing that he was his.

Tetsuya wasn't a lover.

He was fulfilment. He was contentment.

Looking up in the clear skies, sunlight peeking its last hours before returning to the horizon, that he was sure Tetsuya and he was never meant to be break upon.

"I'm sorry," he said emptily to the skies, to the unheard ears of his sleeping lover.

His lover, that was certain.

TO BE CONTINUED

Mozu : Hey guys, how are you all doing?

Well, I've been really. . . stressed out. Busy with SPM (my national high school exam) and trying to get as many certificates I could. I really tried my best to find time finishing this but this one has still another twenty chapters to go, and I'm trying to write long chapters to impress you guys.

But time won't allow me.

I can't focus on many things. Not my studies, writing, photography and sports life at the same time. With all due respect, I hope you are fine if I say that I won't update until the end of December.

I know this is saddening, but I hope you guys won't be too demanding or mad at me. I hope you all respect my decision.

X for love, o for hate!

-Mozu The Mochi (2016)