Disclaimer and Warning: If your this far and you don't know, I'm calling
the nut house.
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Heavy Weight
Grumbling he tossed a long blond strand of hair out of his face. How could he be so stupid? Walking alone in the park like this.. it was just asking for someone to come beat the hell out of him.
Blowing yet along annoyingly long lock of hair out of his face, he raised a hand to lightly scratch at his tanned cheek. "Well what am I going to do with you now? Ugh.." Shaking his head he lightly picked up the fallen singer, hoisting him on his back carefully.
"God, you're heavy!" He groaned, carrying the dead weight on his back to his apartment. "That's it, you're going on a diet you damn kid.."
He ignored the weird looks he was getting from passerby on his way home, excusing some of them away with a simple "He's drunk". Grateful that his home wasn't too far off from the park, he eventually made his way to the rediculously large apartment complex, slipping though the double doors as the door hop held it open for him
"Excuse me sir.. is he alright? Do you need help?" He said with genuine concern. The dark dirty blond haired man just smiled and shook his head. "N- No.. he's just.. really heavy. I'll be fine." Before the confused boy could ask another question, he escaped twords the lobby. Thank god it was late, so not many people were hanging around the lobby. He didn't know how many would buy the whole "he's a drunk let him be" deal before they realized the drunken boy on his back had many nasty bruises and scrapes about him.
"Uuuugh.. hurry up!" He almost whined, glaring at the elevator as if that alone would be enough to summon the platform. After what seemed like forever he finally got his wish, stepping onto it and pushing a button for the 13th floor. As it closed in on its destination and opened the doors, he quickly moved out twords his apartment door, almost tripping in from the weight but managing to lay the poor boy onto the couch.
With a rather loud moan he stood up straight, rubbing the small of his back. "Good lord.. I must be getting old." He rolled his eyes at that idea though. Chuckling and walking back to close the door. Sighing, he went into the kitchen to grab a beer, yawning at the time. "When did it get so late..?"
Padding back to the living room he smiled lightly at the sleeping body, before moving to his office room.
Sitting in his chair, he put the beer down and yawned.
"I should go to bed soon." He looked back at a medium square flat black object, and smiled. "Right after I finish this."
Sliding the object over to his front, he opened it and flipped on the screen. Opening a fresh window for writing, he smiled as he started to type.
"Dear Shuichi..."
To Be Continued
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Author's Note: There is realistic views of oocness here. Don't complain. It's been five years, realisticly speaking anyone can change in that time. Especially if you live in a New York. *Whips out a shot gun and glares at flamers*
I've had a bad day. *hugs all the reviewers* I love you guys! ^^
So yeah, the next chapter is my last. After this series I already have another one in progress. So I hope you'll read it! After that I have more ideas ^^
Oh uh, sorry this one's so short and everything! But yeah, it's supposed to be so.. uh.. yeah. . *Shuts up before she makes herself out to be a complete moron*
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Heavy Weight
Grumbling he tossed a long blond strand of hair out of his face. How could he be so stupid? Walking alone in the park like this.. it was just asking for someone to come beat the hell out of him.
Blowing yet along annoyingly long lock of hair out of his face, he raised a hand to lightly scratch at his tanned cheek. "Well what am I going to do with you now? Ugh.." Shaking his head he lightly picked up the fallen singer, hoisting him on his back carefully.
"God, you're heavy!" He groaned, carrying the dead weight on his back to his apartment. "That's it, you're going on a diet you damn kid.."
He ignored the weird looks he was getting from passerby on his way home, excusing some of them away with a simple "He's drunk". Grateful that his home wasn't too far off from the park, he eventually made his way to the rediculously large apartment complex, slipping though the double doors as the door hop held it open for him
"Excuse me sir.. is he alright? Do you need help?" He said with genuine concern. The dark dirty blond haired man just smiled and shook his head. "N- No.. he's just.. really heavy. I'll be fine." Before the confused boy could ask another question, he escaped twords the lobby. Thank god it was late, so not many people were hanging around the lobby. He didn't know how many would buy the whole "he's a drunk let him be" deal before they realized the drunken boy on his back had many nasty bruises and scrapes about him.
"Uuuugh.. hurry up!" He almost whined, glaring at the elevator as if that alone would be enough to summon the platform. After what seemed like forever he finally got his wish, stepping onto it and pushing a button for the 13th floor. As it closed in on its destination and opened the doors, he quickly moved out twords his apartment door, almost tripping in from the weight but managing to lay the poor boy onto the couch.
With a rather loud moan he stood up straight, rubbing the small of his back. "Good lord.. I must be getting old." He rolled his eyes at that idea though. Chuckling and walking back to close the door. Sighing, he went into the kitchen to grab a beer, yawning at the time. "When did it get so late..?"
Padding back to the living room he smiled lightly at the sleeping body, before moving to his office room.
Sitting in his chair, he put the beer down and yawned.
"I should go to bed soon." He looked back at a medium square flat black object, and smiled. "Right after I finish this."
Sliding the object over to his front, he opened it and flipped on the screen. Opening a fresh window for writing, he smiled as he started to type.
"Dear Shuichi..."
To Be Continued
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Author's Note: There is realistic views of oocness here. Don't complain. It's been five years, realisticly speaking anyone can change in that time. Especially if you live in a New York. *Whips out a shot gun and glares at flamers*
I've had a bad day. *hugs all the reviewers* I love you guys! ^^
So yeah, the next chapter is my last. After this series I already have another one in progress. So I hope you'll read it! After that I have more ideas ^^
Oh uh, sorry this one's so short and everything! But yeah, it's supposed to be so.. uh.. yeah. . *Shuts up before she makes herself out to be a complete moron*