Disclaimer and Warning: Do you seriously need to know? Look on chapter one.
Thank you Yuki. You inspired me once again. I always remembered how you made me feel when you'd do sweet things for me, so this is a small expression of that. I love you!
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The Touch Of Silk
"I was thinking.." Shuichi looked up from his soda harboring a pink stick of pocky in his mouth as his best friend spoke. "Why don't you and me go on a double date? I mean.. face it Shuichi.. It's been five years..."
Shuichi let out a soft sigh, looking back down at the brown liquid in the plastic cup. Hiro had invited the singer out to lunch that morning, and really he'd been grateful. Being cooped up inside a lonely apartment wasn't his way of having a good time.
It was a bright day, nothing like the dreary showers they'd had the day before. It was a serious pick me up, on top of the flowers he'd received. Oh yeah...
"Hey Hiro.." He spoke out softly over the quiet conversations going on around the small cafe'.
"Yeah?" Hiro looked over from the window, the redhead drawing his attention.
"Uhm.. about last night...."
"..What?"
"Well... uh... see.. I think someone broke into my apartment last night." He peeked up a little.
"What!? Was anything missing? Are you okay? What happened?"
"No no! Nothing like that..."
Hiro blinked a few times before shaking his head. "Shuichi, was anything missing? Did you call the cops?"
"Well no...."
He heaved a sigh and grumbled at his fluff brained friend. "And why not?"
"Well.. the person sort of left things instead of taking them."
He blinked again. Just what was his friend talking about? "What do you mean?"
Shuichi sighed a little, fidgeting under the blanket of cloth that covered the metal weave table. "Uhm.. well they left a few roses on my floor..."
"A few roses?"
"..Okay well.. maybe like, a few dozen.. 6 dozen actually." He bit his lip blushing lightly. The pink tone against his olive skin was kind of cute, Hiro noted. He let a grin creep to his lips as he chuckled lightly. "What's so funny??"
"Nothing Nothing!" He laughed, bringing a hand to push up though his hair. "You have a secret admirer? I don't know that sounds kind funny to me."
"Ugh, it's not impossible you know! Sides.. It was really romantic.." The last few words came out in a small whisper, the flush coming in a little heavier now.
Hiro all but smiled at the pretty boy in front of him. He was definitely good looking, so of course an admirer wasn't out of the question. Still, he didn't like the idea of strangers breaking into his best friends apartment while he was gone and leaving strange things at the apartment.
"Oh I have to get home! Mao will be made if I'm late with her dinner!" He giggled lightly at the thought of his fur ball throwing a hissy fit at him when he got home, and grabbed his knapsack from behind the chair. Before he could take any more steps, Hiro shot out his hand to grab Shuichi's wrist, looking at him carefully.
"Shu-chan.. I don't think it's a good idea to stay in that apartment alone. This is nice and all but.. how do you know this person is even sane? He could be a serial killer.."
Shuichi sighed and gently broke away from his grip. Smiling he shook his head. "Hiro, come on. It'll be fine you'll see! I'll call you tomorrow okay?" He gave Hiro one of his winning smiles before heading off down the street. Hiro's eye's followed after him a few moments before sighing to himself.
"..Well if he says so..." Getting up to his feet, he grabbed his guitar leaning against the table and hiking it onto his shoulder. Looking down the street again, he noticed a man staring in the same direction Shuichi went off to, but just as quickly dissapeared into the crowd in the opposite direction. Hiro shrugged it off after a moment of thought, thinking it was either a fan or some pervert, and went about going home. Lord knows his girlfriend would have his head if he was late again..
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"Maaaao! Mao I'm home!" The redhead happily bounced into his apartment, closing the door and kicking off his shoes somewhere along the line. He smiled and knelt down on the carpet, patting his hands together as the fat orange cat lazily stared at him from her throne on the chair, obviously not giving two wits about the boy. "Ah! Well! And here I bought you something nice too!" He laughed and pulled a small bag from his pocket. Her ears perked up when she started opening it, the sound very familiar to her.
Finally she leapt down from he chair, hurriedly making her way to him, and sitting right in front of him expectantly. He let out another laugh, shaking his head as he pulled out a kitty treat and gave it to her.
"Geeze. You only love me when I have food!" He gave her a few strokes on her back while she inhaled the tiny treat, and stood up to his feet. Sighing and making a long stretch, he padded over to his bed room.
"It's getting late.." he said quietly, setting down his knapsack in the dark and making his way back to the kitchen to feed his cat. Of course in which she hurried over to her bowl staring at him expectantly once again. "Yeah yeah. I know." Yawning he filled her bowl up with Meow Mix and set the bag over by the fridge. He looked at it for a while then shook his head. "Ugh, I'm gonna skip dinner."
Yawning again, he padded back over to his bed room, ignoring the lights once again as he collapsed onto the bed with a heavy grunt. He lay there a few moments, almost purring at the soft feel of the sheets.. they were so... Silky??
He opened his eyes quickly and ran his hand though the sheets. What the hell? Immediately get flew up and ran over to the light switch, turning it on quickly. As he turned around his eyes nearly bulged out. It was like deja vu.. with silk!
His white cotton blankets sheets and pillows were all replaced with red silk bedding. He blinked a few times, shaking his head to make sure he wasn't dreaming. But there it was, done up so nicely, even the scent smelled of roses ..and something else...
He realized what the scent was when he saw a bowl of fresh strawberries in slightly melted ice right on the bedside table. Carefully making his way to them, the redhead ran his fingers over an ice cube before looking around his room again. His bedding had been turned to silk.. his curtains were red silk as well. Even a beautiful pajama set had been laid on the bed, which too was red silk. He could hardly believe it...
Slowly he picked up the outfit, holding it up to himself and looking in the closet door mirror. It was beautiful. It looked and felt extreamly good.. and it was exactly his size! How did they know..? He looked over at the sleeve and noticed a small card dangling from the rim. He smiled as he picked it up, reading the front.
"Dear Shuichi.." He read out loud, folding it open. "My second gift to you, the remembrance of your soft skin. You will return to me what you have stolen in five days."
"Five days... will I see you in five days? Who are you?" He spoke to himself. The flush on his cheeks went well with the color of the outfit he would wear to bed that evening. Smiling he hugged it to himself, closing his eyes, a thought once again playing on his mind, but not really caring how this person got in his apartment.
'.....What did I steal?'
To Be Continued..
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Authors Note: Im glad you guys are with me this far. You're definately making me feel up to creating the rest of this! Thank's guys!
Thank you Yuki. You inspired me once again. I always remembered how you made me feel when you'd do sweet things for me, so this is a small expression of that. I love you!
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The Touch Of Silk
"I was thinking.." Shuichi looked up from his soda harboring a pink stick of pocky in his mouth as his best friend spoke. "Why don't you and me go on a double date? I mean.. face it Shuichi.. It's been five years..."
Shuichi let out a soft sigh, looking back down at the brown liquid in the plastic cup. Hiro had invited the singer out to lunch that morning, and really he'd been grateful. Being cooped up inside a lonely apartment wasn't his way of having a good time.
It was a bright day, nothing like the dreary showers they'd had the day before. It was a serious pick me up, on top of the flowers he'd received. Oh yeah...
"Hey Hiro.." He spoke out softly over the quiet conversations going on around the small cafe'.
"Yeah?" Hiro looked over from the window, the redhead drawing his attention.
"Uhm.. about last night...."
"..What?"
"Well... uh... see.. I think someone broke into my apartment last night." He peeked up a little.
"What!? Was anything missing? Are you okay? What happened?"
"No no! Nothing like that..."
Hiro blinked a few times before shaking his head. "Shuichi, was anything missing? Did you call the cops?"
"Well no...."
He heaved a sigh and grumbled at his fluff brained friend. "And why not?"
"Well.. the person sort of left things instead of taking them."
He blinked again. Just what was his friend talking about? "What do you mean?"
Shuichi sighed a little, fidgeting under the blanket of cloth that covered the metal weave table. "Uhm.. well they left a few roses on my floor..."
"A few roses?"
"..Okay well.. maybe like, a few dozen.. 6 dozen actually." He bit his lip blushing lightly. The pink tone against his olive skin was kind of cute, Hiro noted. He let a grin creep to his lips as he chuckled lightly. "What's so funny??"
"Nothing Nothing!" He laughed, bringing a hand to push up though his hair. "You have a secret admirer? I don't know that sounds kind funny to me."
"Ugh, it's not impossible you know! Sides.. It was really romantic.." The last few words came out in a small whisper, the flush coming in a little heavier now.
Hiro all but smiled at the pretty boy in front of him. He was definitely good looking, so of course an admirer wasn't out of the question. Still, he didn't like the idea of strangers breaking into his best friends apartment while he was gone and leaving strange things at the apartment.
"Oh I have to get home! Mao will be made if I'm late with her dinner!" He giggled lightly at the thought of his fur ball throwing a hissy fit at him when he got home, and grabbed his knapsack from behind the chair. Before he could take any more steps, Hiro shot out his hand to grab Shuichi's wrist, looking at him carefully.
"Shu-chan.. I don't think it's a good idea to stay in that apartment alone. This is nice and all but.. how do you know this person is even sane? He could be a serial killer.."
Shuichi sighed and gently broke away from his grip. Smiling he shook his head. "Hiro, come on. It'll be fine you'll see! I'll call you tomorrow okay?" He gave Hiro one of his winning smiles before heading off down the street. Hiro's eye's followed after him a few moments before sighing to himself.
"..Well if he says so..." Getting up to his feet, he grabbed his guitar leaning against the table and hiking it onto his shoulder. Looking down the street again, he noticed a man staring in the same direction Shuichi went off to, but just as quickly dissapeared into the crowd in the opposite direction. Hiro shrugged it off after a moment of thought, thinking it was either a fan or some pervert, and went about going home. Lord knows his girlfriend would have his head if he was late again..
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"Maaaao! Mao I'm home!" The redhead happily bounced into his apartment, closing the door and kicking off his shoes somewhere along the line. He smiled and knelt down on the carpet, patting his hands together as the fat orange cat lazily stared at him from her throne on the chair, obviously not giving two wits about the boy. "Ah! Well! And here I bought you something nice too!" He laughed and pulled a small bag from his pocket. Her ears perked up when she started opening it, the sound very familiar to her.
Finally she leapt down from he chair, hurriedly making her way to him, and sitting right in front of him expectantly. He let out another laugh, shaking his head as he pulled out a kitty treat and gave it to her.
"Geeze. You only love me when I have food!" He gave her a few strokes on her back while she inhaled the tiny treat, and stood up to his feet. Sighing and making a long stretch, he padded over to his bed room.
"It's getting late.." he said quietly, setting down his knapsack in the dark and making his way back to the kitchen to feed his cat. Of course in which she hurried over to her bowl staring at him expectantly once again. "Yeah yeah. I know." Yawning he filled her bowl up with Meow Mix and set the bag over by the fridge. He looked at it for a while then shook his head. "Ugh, I'm gonna skip dinner."
Yawning again, he padded back over to his bed room, ignoring the lights once again as he collapsed onto the bed with a heavy grunt. He lay there a few moments, almost purring at the soft feel of the sheets.. they were so... Silky??
He opened his eyes quickly and ran his hand though the sheets. What the hell? Immediately get flew up and ran over to the light switch, turning it on quickly. As he turned around his eyes nearly bulged out. It was like deja vu.. with silk!
His white cotton blankets sheets and pillows were all replaced with red silk bedding. He blinked a few times, shaking his head to make sure he wasn't dreaming. But there it was, done up so nicely, even the scent smelled of roses ..and something else...
He realized what the scent was when he saw a bowl of fresh strawberries in slightly melted ice right on the bedside table. Carefully making his way to them, the redhead ran his fingers over an ice cube before looking around his room again. His bedding had been turned to silk.. his curtains were red silk as well. Even a beautiful pajama set had been laid on the bed, which too was red silk. He could hardly believe it...
Slowly he picked up the outfit, holding it up to himself and looking in the closet door mirror. It was beautiful. It looked and felt extreamly good.. and it was exactly his size! How did they know..? He looked over at the sleeve and noticed a small card dangling from the rim. He smiled as he picked it up, reading the front.
"Dear Shuichi.." He read out loud, folding it open. "My second gift to you, the remembrance of your soft skin. You will return to me what you have stolen in five days."
"Five days... will I see you in five days? Who are you?" He spoke to himself. The flush on his cheeks went well with the color of the outfit he would wear to bed that evening. Smiling he hugged it to himself, closing his eyes, a thought once again playing on his mind, but not really caring how this person got in his apartment.
'.....What did I steal?'
To Be Continued..
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Authors Note: Im glad you guys are with me this far. You're definately making me feel up to creating the rest of this! Thank's guys!