Disclaimer: Well if you're this far then I guess you read the one on
chapter one huh? lol
Warning: *Insert excessive yaoi content here.*
Special Thanks: To Anthony. The sweetie pushed me on to keep writing. How could I not put him in here?
Roses Are Red
Shuichi fumbled lightly with the keys. Trying to juggle three bags of food, his knapsack and trying to unlock the door to his apartment was more then a simple challenge. Aside from that it was near pouring outside, so he didn't like the feeling of a wet rat and wanted to get into the bath as soon as he could.
After a few swift kicks, a couple jiggles and a threat to send the door to the saw mill, he finally got the lock free and opened the door with a loud huff. "Yeah, that's what I thought!"
Yelling at a door. Well this posed the rest of his vacation to be as boring as he has thought it would be...
Walking in slowly, he let out a loud sigh, kicking his sneakers off as he called to his ever present cat. "Mao I'm home.. I think I'm home. Ugh I feel like I was hit by a truck."
He shrugged off his jacket lightly, plopping on the floor in a wet heap, and gingerly made his way down the hall. His only thought on his mind now was what to make for dinner, before he heard a soft plushy crunch under his foot.
He hopped back almost immediately, thinking he'd stepped on his poor Mao's tail again. "Mao! I'm so sorry I-- huh?" As he blinked down at the offending object, a red plash of color was seen again his pale white carpets. It was a rose... a flat and deiced rose, but a rose none the less.
"What the hell.. how did this get here?" He slowly set the bags down next to the wall, picking up the poor dead thing from its resting place. "Oops... Well It was a nice thought." Chuckling to himself he set the rose on top of one of the bags, picked them up and resumed making his way to the kitchen.
"How did a rose get in here...?"
While he lay his groceries in various places throughout the kitchen, he could of sworn he smelled a light scent in the air. He looked down at the rose and figured it was coming from the broken bud.
Carefully picking it up again, he left the kitchen and walked back out into the living room. "You poor little thing.. I'm so sorry! I'll get you some wa...wa.....what the..."He stopped dead in his tracks when he reached the livingroom entrance.
The sight before his eyes almost made him want to cry. It was beautiful.. There all around his living room, spread in every which way, were dozens and dozens of bright red roses. Some lay over the couch, some lay in vases around the window sill, and some bunched up tied with red silk ribbons on the floor by more loosely scattered roses.
"Wh...wa...uh..."
This was beautiful! Like in some kind of romance movie or something. He bent down and picked up one of the perfectly formed blooms, clasping it between his hand. He looked around once again, unable to believe the multitude of roses and even the perfect placements of them all....
As his eyes skimmed over the décor, he noticed a small white card tied to one of the bundles. Setting both the other roses down, he carefully made his way to the right side of the floor, picking up the bundle, taking out the card.
"To Shuichi" the card's label read. He sighed and carefully opened it up, a light flush staining his cheeks.
"It's.. not a joke.." He whispered as he read the card. Shivering from the excitement, he couldn't believe he had such a fan who would plan all this out just for him. As he set out collecting and cleaning the roses, putting them in vases around the house, he could only hope this wasn't a stalker...
Setting the card next to one of the vases, he gave it a small smile, giving into his earlier plans to take a nice long hot bath, his thoughts playing over and over how this person got into his apartment.
He let off a small smile, when he thought about the little note with the roses.
"Dear Shuichi,
As my first gift I present the color of my devotion. You will return to me what you have stolen in six days."
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To Be Continued
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Authors Note: Yellow, I was kinda surprised everyone liked this story. How come no one is reading my Ruinic KeyS story? Its on ff.net. *Sniffles* Please read it? You'll like it... pretty please?
And thanks for wanting me to write this story so badly. ^^ It make's me feel better about my writing. Especially that person who told me to "Chop Chop" lol That cheered me up.
I've always been an illustrator, so this writing thing is still pretty new to me. Oh by the way, if you'd like to see my drawings, their all from Ruinic KeyS, as well you can speak with many of the crew on that project.
http://groups.yahoo.com/group/Ruinic/
Thanks again! Please review this one and tell me if I should keep going. My ego on writing is next to nothing at the moment so, yeah. ^^
Warning: *Insert excessive yaoi content here.*
Special Thanks: To Anthony. The sweetie pushed me on to keep writing. How could I not put him in here?
Roses Are Red
Shuichi fumbled lightly with the keys. Trying to juggle three bags of food, his knapsack and trying to unlock the door to his apartment was more then a simple challenge. Aside from that it was near pouring outside, so he didn't like the feeling of a wet rat and wanted to get into the bath as soon as he could.
After a few swift kicks, a couple jiggles and a threat to send the door to the saw mill, he finally got the lock free and opened the door with a loud huff. "Yeah, that's what I thought!"
Yelling at a door. Well this posed the rest of his vacation to be as boring as he has thought it would be...
Walking in slowly, he let out a loud sigh, kicking his sneakers off as he called to his ever present cat. "Mao I'm home.. I think I'm home. Ugh I feel like I was hit by a truck."
He shrugged off his jacket lightly, plopping on the floor in a wet heap, and gingerly made his way down the hall. His only thought on his mind now was what to make for dinner, before he heard a soft plushy crunch under his foot.
He hopped back almost immediately, thinking he'd stepped on his poor Mao's tail again. "Mao! I'm so sorry I-- huh?" As he blinked down at the offending object, a red plash of color was seen again his pale white carpets. It was a rose... a flat and deiced rose, but a rose none the less.
"What the hell.. how did this get here?" He slowly set the bags down next to the wall, picking up the poor dead thing from its resting place. "Oops... Well It was a nice thought." Chuckling to himself he set the rose on top of one of the bags, picked them up and resumed making his way to the kitchen.
"How did a rose get in here...?"
While he lay his groceries in various places throughout the kitchen, he could of sworn he smelled a light scent in the air. He looked down at the rose and figured it was coming from the broken bud.
Carefully picking it up again, he left the kitchen and walked back out into the living room. "You poor little thing.. I'm so sorry! I'll get you some wa...wa.....what the..."He stopped dead in his tracks when he reached the livingroom entrance.
The sight before his eyes almost made him want to cry. It was beautiful.. There all around his living room, spread in every which way, were dozens and dozens of bright red roses. Some lay over the couch, some lay in vases around the window sill, and some bunched up tied with red silk ribbons on the floor by more loosely scattered roses.
"Wh...wa...uh..."
This was beautiful! Like in some kind of romance movie or something. He bent down and picked up one of the perfectly formed blooms, clasping it between his hand. He looked around once again, unable to believe the multitude of roses and even the perfect placements of them all....
As his eyes skimmed over the décor, he noticed a small white card tied to one of the bundles. Setting both the other roses down, he carefully made his way to the right side of the floor, picking up the bundle, taking out the card.
"To Shuichi" the card's label read. He sighed and carefully opened it up, a light flush staining his cheeks.
"It's.. not a joke.." He whispered as he read the card. Shivering from the excitement, he couldn't believe he had such a fan who would plan all this out just for him. As he set out collecting and cleaning the roses, putting them in vases around the house, he could only hope this wasn't a stalker...
Setting the card next to one of the vases, he gave it a small smile, giving into his earlier plans to take a nice long hot bath, his thoughts playing over and over how this person got into his apartment.
He let off a small smile, when he thought about the little note with the roses.
"Dear Shuichi,
As my first gift I present the color of my devotion. You will return to me what you have stolen in six days."
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To Be Continued
------------------------------------------------
Authors Note: Yellow, I was kinda surprised everyone liked this story. How come no one is reading my Ruinic KeyS story? Its on ff.net. *Sniffles* Please read it? You'll like it... pretty please?
And thanks for wanting me to write this story so badly. ^^ It make's me feel better about my writing. Especially that person who told me to "Chop Chop" lol That cheered me up.
I've always been an illustrator, so this writing thing is still pretty new to me. Oh by the way, if you'd like to see my drawings, their all from Ruinic KeyS, as well you can speak with many of the crew on that project.
http://groups.yahoo.com/group/Ruinic/
Thanks again! Please review this one and tell me if I should keep going. My ego on writing is next to nothing at the moment so, yeah. ^^