Hrm. I didn't mean to take so long with this. Thank goodness for the
winter break, ne?
Fade - A Lifetime Misplaced
"Phase three: Overdrive"
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The sun had long since given in to the night, but, to the inhabitants of the room, the heat was unnoticeable. Cool air pushed through the ventilation grates, enough to numb the hands of anyone who stood still for too long, lax from inactivity. However, the room didn't need to be chilled so much, it was already frighteningly still.
Draped in shadows the man stared out the window once more, looking upon the city, his city, and smiled at nothing. The curl at the edge of his lips was mocking, and his eyes glimmered and danced with the eerie glow of the moon. There was a slight noise as the papers he held in his hand shifted, startling him from the daze. He glanced at those papers once again and furrowed his brow.
"Is this alright sir?"
The voice was not his own. Rather, it came from the darkness, and he reacted as if he had forgotten that he was no longer alone. He made no attempt to reply to the question. Instead, he sat pensively, hoping, in a sense, that the man who had disturbed the silence would read his mind and leave him with his thoughts once more. He smiled again. That never worked.
Standing awkwardly in the quiet of the space and worried that he had somehow failed, the other man questioned once more. "Um, do you need anything else, sir?"
Questions, questions. It seemed as if all he did was answer questions. Soon it would be worth it, though. Soon he would have everything he wanted. He thought for a minute longer, enjoying the moment before finally choosing to speak. "Thank you for all you have done. I nearly have all I need to...get to work. But, I just have one more thing to ask of you."
The minion nodded. "Yes sir, anything you ask."
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Shuichi groaned and tossed on the soft cushions beneath him. He was trapped within a frighteningly wonderful dream where he was singing on a stage. There were crowds of people surrounding him, smiling at him, and there was music, lovely music. And then when he went off stage, that man was there...Yuki...in the dream he had said so much to the man, and then...
Then they had kissed.
The problem was not the kiss. The problem was that it felt right. Don't be silly, of course it felt right. He was dating Yuki. They had been together since...since...
There was another man there. With dark hair and a sleek black suit with a pink shirt underneath. The way the man smiled...it was so odd...and his face...why...why is he so familiar...
Yuki? Where did Yuki go?
There he is...waiting...
Don't go Yuki....
Yuki...
I love you...
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"Hey."
The world was bright and Shuichi stirred from his sleep, shaking and damp with sweat. His mind swirled with vague memories of the dreams and failed to recognize the voice calling out to him.
"You finally awake?" Yuki asked, in his usual tone of voice.
Shuichi blinked furiously as the light of the day hit his eyes. "Huh?" Once his gaze had adjusted, he looked around the room. Nothing was familiar except for the blonde man who stood casually in front of him, staring with mild concern. The smaller boy looked around again. "Why am I here?" Suddenly his eyes widened. "Oh god, don't tell me I spent the whole night!"
Yuki towered over the sitting boy like a mountain over the landscape. "You wouldn't have needed to if you hadn't passed out. I don't know where you live."
With those words Shuichi was reminded of the past day's horrid events. He had to mull over the situation before Yuki's words finally settled. "Wait a minute...I passed out?"
"Like a child," Yuki muttered. "The pain must have finally got to you. Speaking of which, how are you feeling?"
Shuichi blinked as he considered his body. "My ankle is a bit sore...but other than that I think I'm okay."
Yuki nodded. "Good. I can't write if I'm busy watching over some teenager. You can take a shower if you need one before you go."
With violet eyes he just watched the blonde, a bit frustrated with the sudden effort to get rid of him, but he didn't see any reason why Yuki would care for him to stay longer. So, mumbling an "okay," Shuichi followed the taller man, where he was provided with towels and other bathroom necessities. Oh, how nice a shower would feel!
Suddenly Shuichi felt the urge to say something he had forgotten to say earlier. Motioning to the man to wait a moment the smaller boy caught the blonde's attention.
"Yuki?"
Yuki turned at the sound of his name and watched as Shuichi took a deep breath in hesitation.
"...um...thanks."
The blonde nodded in return and shut the door, leaving a blushing Shuichi alone once more.
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The shower was pleasantly reviving for the pink haired boy. It seemed his ankle was in better condition, and it didn't seem to be broken or sprained. His ordeal was behind him and the only thing making him uncomfortable now was that odd dream...
"Just a dream though," Shuichi muttered, "and nothing more."
He climbed out of the shower and towelled the water droplets from his body, all while humming a tune. He thought nothing of it as he shook his hair relatively dry and put his clothes back on. It took him a moment to realize the song he had stuck in his head was his own. And even more so, it was the one he had dreamt of.
"Baka, Shuichi, you just remember it from the dream. You're to young to go insane, ne?"
Still he was worried. Once he was dressed and taken care of, he stepped out from the bathroom and followed the clicking sounds to find Yuki sitting at his computer. A cigarette hung limp from the man's smooth lips, and he looked so preoccupied with his work. The blonde was typing away at a story, but each time something was put down, he groaned in distaste and made full, if not incessant, use of the backspace key.
"How is the novel coming?" Shuichi asked, hopeful that the response would not be too vicious.
Yuki stopped typing entirely and sighed with despair. "It's horrible. I have a murderer, but no one I care to murder."
Blinking Shuichi questioned, "Murder? I thought you wrote romance novels."
With that remark Yuki could only laugh. "I don't write romance, baka. That junk is not my style."
"Not your style?" Shuichi was confused. "But you're so good at it."
Yuki locked two golden eyes onto his not-so-welcome companion. "Perhaps that is just your fantasy, after all of those 'I love you's you cried out in your sleep."
Shuichi blushed. "I said those out loud?!"
A grunt passed through the older man's lips, indicating a 'yes'.
Caught in a swirl of confusion, Shuichi could only state what he was aware of. "But Yuki, I do love you."
The blond looked up surprised. "What?!"
And with that Shuichi grabbed the cigarette from Yuki's lips and kissed the man.
Yuki struggled to push the boy away from his body. To him, the kiss was uncomfortable and weird to say the least. Upon the successful removal of Shuichi's lips, Yuki shouted furiously.
"BAKA! Why did you kiss me! You barely even know me!"
Stunned at what had just passed, fear rose within Shuichi and his body began to shake. Truthfully he had no idea what had happened. For a brief moment he honestly believed that he was...er...Yuki's lover. Sounds crazy, ne? He looked down at an equally shocked Yuki and meekly let out a 'sorry' before dashing out the door of the apartment and into the air of freedom. Or at least relative freedom. Whatever it was that had just happened, he was worried about what Yuki thought of him, but at least he'd never have to see that guy again...even if he wanted to.... Yuki probably saw him as some hormone driven teenager who just wanted sex. That wasn't true. He just wanted Yuki.
"Stupid Shuichi!!! Why do you keep thinking that!!" he groaned aloud.
He wasn't exactly sure why he wanted the blonde. The feelings he had around Yuki were unlike anything else. Why did he keep thinking that he and Yuki were together? It didn't make any sense.
Before having much time to contemplate the situation, Shuichi's eyes rested upon two men standing beside a sleek black limousine. They were watching him. Closely. Shuichi hesitated momentarily, but realized too late that this meant trouble.
Within moments the pink haired singer-to-be had been kidnapped without a trace.
Fade - A Lifetime Misplaced
"Phase three: Overdrive"
-------
The sun had long since given in to the night, but, to the inhabitants of the room, the heat was unnoticeable. Cool air pushed through the ventilation grates, enough to numb the hands of anyone who stood still for too long, lax from inactivity. However, the room didn't need to be chilled so much, it was already frighteningly still.
Draped in shadows the man stared out the window once more, looking upon the city, his city, and smiled at nothing. The curl at the edge of his lips was mocking, and his eyes glimmered and danced with the eerie glow of the moon. There was a slight noise as the papers he held in his hand shifted, startling him from the daze. He glanced at those papers once again and furrowed his brow.
"Is this alright sir?"
The voice was not his own. Rather, it came from the darkness, and he reacted as if he had forgotten that he was no longer alone. He made no attempt to reply to the question. Instead, he sat pensively, hoping, in a sense, that the man who had disturbed the silence would read his mind and leave him with his thoughts once more. He smiled again. That never worked.
Standing awkwardly in the quiet of the space and worried that he had somehow failed, the other man questioned once more. "Um, do you need anything else, sir?"
Questions, questions. It seemed as if all he did was answer questions. Soon it would be worth it, though. Soon he would have everything he wanted. He thought for a minute longer, enjoying the moment before finally choosing to speak. "Thank you for all you have done. I nearly have all I need to...get to work. But, I just have one more thing to ask of you."
The minion nodded. "Yes sir, anything you ask."
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Shuichi groaned and tossed on the soft cushions beneath him. He was trapped within a frighteningly wonderful dream where he was singing on a stage. There were crowds of people surrounding him, smiling at him, and there was music, lovely music. And then when he went off stage, that man was there...Yuki...in the dream he had said so much to the man, and then...
Then they had kissed.
The problem was not the kiss. The problem was that it felt right. Don't be silly, of course it felt right. He was dating Yuki. They had been together since...since...
There was another man there. With dark hair and a sleek black suit with a pink shirt underneath. The way the man smiled...it was so odd...and his face...why...why is he so familiar...
Yuki? Where did Yuki go?
There he is...waiting...
Don't go Yuki....
Yuki...
I love you...
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"Hey."
The world was bright and Shuichi stirred from his sleep, shaking and damp with sweat. His mind swirled with vague memories of the dreams and failed to recognize the voice calling out to him.
"You finally awake?" Yuki asked, in his usual tone of voice.
Shuichi blinked furiously as the light of the day hit his eyes. "Huh?" Once his gaze had adjusted, he looked around the room. Nothing was familiar except for the blonde man who stood casually in front of him, staring with mild concern. The smaller boy looked around again. "Why am I here?" Suddenly his eyes widened. "Oh god, don't tell me I spent the whole night!"
Yuki towered over the sitting boy like a mountain over the landscape. "You wouldn't have needed to if you hadn't passed out. I don't know where you live."
With those words Shuichi was reminded of the past day's horrid events. He had to mull over the situation before Yuki's words finally settled. "Wait a minute...I passed out?"
"Like a child," Yuki muttered. "The pain must have finally got to you. Speaking of which, how are you feeling?"
Shuichi blinked as he considered his body. "My ankle is a bit sore...but other than that I think I'm okay."
Yuki nodded. "Good. I can't write if I'm busy watching over some teenager. You can take a shower if you need one before you go."
With violet eyes he just watched the blonde, a bit frustrated with the sudden effort to get rid of him, but he didn't see any reason why Yuki would care for him to stay longer. So, mumbling an "okay," Shuichi followed the taller man, where he was provided with towels and other bathroom necessities. Oh, how nice a shower would feel!
Suddenly Shuichi felt the urge to say something he had forgotten to say earlier. Motioning to the man to wait a moment the smaller boy caught the blonde's attention.
"Yuki?"
Yuki turned at the sound of his name and watched as Shuichi took a deep breath in hesitation.
"...um...thanks."
The blonde nodded in return and shut the door, leaving a blushing Shuichi alone once more.
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The shower was pleasantly reviving for the pink haired boy. It seemed his ankle was in better condition, and it didn't seem to be broken or sprained. His ordeal was behind him and the only thing making him uncomfortable now was that odd dream...
"Just a dream though," Shuichi muttered, "and nothing more."
He climbed out of the shower and towelled the water droplets from his body, all while humming a tune. He thought nothing of it as he shook his hair relatively dry and put his clothes back on. It took him a moment to realize the song he had stuck in his head was his own. And even more so, it was the one he had dreamt of.
"Baka, Shuichi, you just remember it from the dream. You're to young to go insane, ne?"
Still he was worried. Once he was dressed and taken care of, he stepped out from the bathroom and followed the clicking sounds to find Yuki sitting at his computer. A cigarette hung limp from the man's smooth lips, and he looked so preoccupied with his work. The blonde was typing away at a story, but each time something was put down, he groaned in distaste and made full, if not incessant, use of the backspace key.
"How is the novel coming?" Shuichi asked, hopeful that the response would not be too vicious.
Yuki stopped typing entirely and sighed with despair. "It's horrible. I have a murderer, but no one I care to murder."
Blinking Shuichi questioned, "Murder? I thought you wrote romance novels."
With that remark Yuki could only laugh. "I don't write romance, baka. That junk is not my style."
"Not your style?" Shuichi was confused. "But you're so good at it."
Yuki locked two golden eyes onto his not-so-welcome companion. "Perhaps that is just your fantasy, after all of those 'I love you's you cried out in your sleep."
Shuichi blushed. "I said those out loud?!"
A grunt passed through the older man's lips, indicating a 'yes'.
Caught in a swirl of confusion, Shuichi could only state what he was aware of. "But Yuki, I do love you."
The blond looked up surprised. "What?!"
And with that Shuichi grabbed the cigarette from Yuki's lips and kissed the man.
Yuki struggled to push the boy away from his body. To him, the kiss was uncomfortable and weird to say the least. Upon the successful removal of Shuichi's lips, Yuki shouted furiously.
"BAKA! Why did you kiss me! You barely even know me!"
Stunned at what had just passed, fear rose within Shuichi and his body began to shake. Truthfully he had no idea what had happened. For a brief moment he honestly believed that he was...er...Yuki's lover. Sounds crazy, ne? He looked down at an equally shocked Yuki and meekly let out a 'sorry' before dashing out the door of the apartment and into the air of freedom. Or at least relative freedom. Whatever it was that had just happened, he was worried about what Yuki thought of him, but at least he'd never have to see that guy again...even if he wanted to.... Yuki probably saw him as some hormone driven teenager who just wanted sex. That wasn't true. He just wanted Yuki.
"Stupid Shuichi!!! Why do you keep thinking that!!" he groaned aloud.
He wasn't exactly sure why he wanted the blonde. The feelings he had around Yuki were unlike anything else. Why did he keep thinking that he and Yuki were together? It didn't make any sense.
Before having much time to contemplate the situation, Shuichi's eyes rested upon two men standing beside a sleek black limousine. They were watching him. Closely. Shuichi hesitated momentarily, but realized too late that this meant trouble.
Within moments the pink haired singer-to-be had been kidnapped without a trace.