Disclaimer & Warning: Look on chapter one.
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A Simple Secret
Groaning he could hear his alarm clock from it's home atop the little wooden bed stand table. Morning already? Reaching over the slammed his hand on the tiny object, shutting it up a little too violently, rolling over intending to go back to sleep.
He'd stayed up over half the night, pondering and wondering... who was this person..? Was it a man..? Was it a woman...? What did he steal..? All of this and more, while lavishing in the fresh silk sheets and clothes that this person.. this romantic, generous person who seemed to know exactly what he loved, had lovingly provided for him. This wasn't the work of a stalker.. It was strange and a bit frightening at first, yes. But as the days moved on, and he'd received more gifts each giving a small reminder of who he was personally, he realized this person knew him too well to simply be obsessed...
On Wensday, he's returned home from Hiro's house late afternoon. He'd been shocked to find a case of strawberry pocky laying in the middle of his kitchen floor. Again with a small note attached to it.
"Dear Shuichi" it read. "My third gift to you, a reminder of your sweet nature. You will return what you have stolen from me in four days."
Smiling he giggled at the thought of this person carrying that huge case up three flights of stairs. The elevator was broken so he could only imagine the poor ... man? Woman? lugging the heavy thing behind them. Then there was the music box.
It was a simple little gift this time, though it held so much more then the others. He'd remembered that night.. he sang with Ryuuichi again, at one of the biggest concerts in his life. It was a music festival. Lights blared all around, leaving the crowd blow a wave of blackened hands and nameless obscured faces. He remembered all the screaming, all the crying. It was beautiful.. and the song he sang, was inspired by one man who's face was not so nameless in the crowd.
This small music box did not come with a note. Instead it came with something unlike the others. As he opened the small glass music box, rimmed in gold, it began to play In The Moonlight, and under the flat lid was gold inscriptions in place of the note.
"To My Shuichi" It had said. "This is a reminder of what lay in your heart."
No "Return what you have stolen." No "This is my gift to you." Simply a small reminder... It was gorgeous.
He rubbed his eyes a little yawning, and stretching out his body. The silk was still so nice against his skin, as well the pajama's he loved to wear now. Turning his head twords the door he smiled, looking at the glass box on the hallway table. He didn't know why, but he felt secure like this. Even if this was a stranger, he knew this person would never hurt him.
Breaking his thoughts the phone rang. Stifling another yawn he slowly got to his feet, shuffling over to the noisy thing and picking it up. Stifling yet another yawn, he horsely grumbled into the receiver. "Hello?"
"Shuichi? Were you asleep?"
Hiro. They'd been spending a lot of time together lately, due to the fact the city was boring as hell if you were alone, unless you were filthy rich. "Well I'm awake now. What's up?"
"Sorry about that. Uhm, actually I wanted to know if you knew what was going on."
"Going on..?"
"Well yeah? Haven't you heard? Turn the TV on!"
A little confused, Shuichi did as he was told, padding over to his TV and flipping on the cable box. He was too lazy to try and find the remote. '-- And he has sold over 20 million copies in this week alone, sending people worldwide in a panic when he'd declared his career to be finished.'
Shuichi's eyes widened at the TV when the picture flipped from the older news woman to a large interview platform. Standing on it, in front of quite a few microphones, was the tall blond novelist, Yuki Eiri.
"Y...Yuki!?" He spat out, hardly able to believe it.
'Mr. Yuki, could you tell us why you're giving up such a flourishing career? You're books have become popular worldwide! Why give it all up?'
'.....I have accomplished much in my life. It took me a very long time to figure out, that there are things in this world much more precious then material things such as money and fame.'
He couldn't believe it! Yuki was back! Then it dawned on him.. was Yuki the one?? There was no way he would ever do something like this... would he?
Just as quickly as the TV had found itself blaring alone in the small apartment, without regard to the phone being left off the hook, Shuichi grabbed his coat and nearly flew out of the door way twords the interview board he knew Yuki was at. Tears nearly stung at his eyes from the sheer joy that Yuki could be the one who's been doing this. All of his five years of dreaming and wishing, could he had finally come back to him?
After the redhead had left his home, he had missed the answers to all his questions.
'Mr. Yuki, what will you do now?'
'....I will demand back what one has stolen from me.'
To Be Continued -
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Author's Note: Hey guys. Well I gather you all were getting the idea who this secret admirer was, so I spead it up a little. Honestly I didn't know how to cram anything interesting into individual days without it getting annoying. Well anyway don't worry, I wont rush so much it'll ruin the whole thing. I just thought I'd blow off a couple of days since the next gift will give it all away ANYway *winks*
I hope you all like this. Comments are a good thing. Tell me if I should keep this up or if you all are bored of it yet. ^^ *Goes back to her drawings and peeks up* By the way, does anyone want to see my drawings? I figure shameless promotion wouldn't kill me. Just go here if you'd like to take a look. Thier all my own characters, clothes, hair everything. All mine ^^ Hope you like them.
http://groups.yahoo.com/group/Ruinic/
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A Simple Secret
Groaning he could hear his alarm clock from it's home atop the little wooden bed stand table. Morning already? Reaching over the slammed his hand on the tiny object, shutting it up a little too violently, rolling over intending to go back to sleep.
He'd stayed up over half the night, pondering and wondering... who was this person..? Was it a man..? Was it a woman...? What did he steal..? All of this and more, while lavishing in the fresh silk sheets and clothes that this person.. this romantic, generous person who seemed to know exactly what he loved, had lovingly provided for him. This wasn't the work of a stalker.. It was strange and a bit frightening at first, yes. But as the days moved on, and he'd received more gifts each giving a small reminder of who he was personally, he realized this person knew him too well to simply be obsessed...
On Wensday, he's returned home from Hiro's house late afternoon. He'd been shocked to find a case of strawberry pocky laying in the middle of his kitchen floor. Again with a small note attached to it.
"Dear Shuichi" it read. "My third gift to you, a reminder of your sweet nature. You will return what you have stolen from me in four days."
Smiling he giggled at the thought of this person carrying that huge case up three flights of stairs. The elevator was broken so he could only imagine the poor ... man? Woman? lugging the heavy thing behind them. Then there was the music box.
It was a simple little gift this time, though it held so much more then the others. He'd remembered that night.. he sang with Ryuuichi again, at one of the biggest concerts in his life. It was a music festival. Lights blared all around, leaving the crowd blow a wave of blackened hands and nameless obscured faces. He remembered all the screaming, all the crying. It was beautiful.. and the song he sang, was inspired by one man who's face was not so nameless in the crowd.
This small music box did not come with a note. Instead it came with something unlike the others. As he opened the small glass music box, rimmed in gold, it began to play In The Moonlight, and under the flat lid was gold inscriptions in place of the note.
"To My Shuichi" It had said. "This is a reminder of what lay in your heart."
No "Return what you have stolen." No "This is my gift to you." Simply a small reminder... It was gorgeous.
He rubbed his eyes a little yawning, and stretching out his body. The silk was still so nice against his skin, as well the pajama's he loved to wear now. Turning his head twords the door he smiled, looking at the glass box on the hallway table. He didn't know why, but he felt secure like this. Even if this was a stranger, he knew this person would never hurt him.
Breaking his thoughts the phone rang. Stifling another yawn he slowly got to his feet, shuffling over to the noisy thing and picking it up. Stifling yet another yawn, he horsely grumbled into the receiver. "Hello?"
"Shuichi? Were you asleep?"
Hiro. They'd been spending a lot of time together lately, due to the fact the city was boring as hell if you were alone, unless you were filthy rich. "Well I'm awake now. What's up?"
"Sorry about that. Uhm, actually I wanted to know if you knew what was going on."
"Going on..?"
"Well yeah? Haven't you heard? Turn the TV on!"
A little confused, Shuichi did as he was told, padding over to his TV and flipping on the cable box. He was too lazy to try and find the remote. '-- And he has sold over 20 million copies in this week alone, sending people worldwide in a panic when he'd declared his career to be finished.'
Shuichi's eyes widened at the TV when the picture flipped from the older news woman to a large interview platform. Standing on it, in front of quite a few microphones, was the tall blond novelist, Yuki Eiri.
"Y...Yuki!?" He spat out, hardly able to believe it.
'Mr. Yuki, could you tell us why you're giving up such a flourishing career? You're books have become popular worldwide! Why give it all up?'
'.....I have accomplished much in my life. It took me a very long time to figure out, that there are things in this world much more precious then material things such as money and fame.'
He couldn't believe it! Yuki was back! Then it dawned on him.. was Yuki the one?? There was no way he would ever do something like this... would he?
Just as quickly as the TV had found itself blaring alone in the small apartment, without regard to the phone being left off the hook, Shuichi grabbed his coat and nearly flew out of the door way twords the interview board he knew Yuki was at. Tears nearly stung at his eyes from the sheer joy that Yuki could be the one who's been doing this. All of his five years of dreaming and wishing, could he had finally come back to him?
After the redhead had left his home, he had missed the answers to all his questions.
'Mr. Yuki, what will you do now?'
'....I will demand back what one has stolen from me.'
To Be Continued -
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Author's Note: Hey guys. Well I gather you all were getting the idea who this secret admirer was, so I spead it up a little. Honestly I didn't know how to cram anything interesting into individual days without it getting annoying. Well anyway don't worry, I wont rush so much it'll ruin the whole thing. I just thought I'd blow off a couple of days since the next gift will give it all away ANYway *winks*
I hope you all like this. Comments are a good thing. Tell me if I should keep this up or if you all are bored of it yet. ^^ *Goes back to her drawings and peeks up* By the way, does anyone want to see my drawings? I figure shameless promotion wouldn't kill me. Just go here if you'd like to take a look. Thier all my own characters, clothes, hair everything. All mine ^^ Hope you like them.
http://groups.yahoo.com/group/Ruinic/