Utsukushii Kioku

By: Falcon Darkstar



Author's Notes: Well, it sure has been awhile, but I'm finally back. I was just going to forget about writing altogether; but my writing muse got the best of me, and let's just say that I will be writing from now on. ^^;; Here's a word of advice for any authors: DON'T NEGLECT YOUR MUSES. THEY CAN BE VIOLENT WHEN THEY WANT TO BE! This is an AU, so I'm in control of EVERYTHING! *maniacal laughter* Don't forget that this is yaoi, but that should be a given when it comes to me. Touma and Seiji have never met each other before. But they will soon. ^_^ READ!



Disclaimer: I do not own the Samurai Troopers in any way, except for owning the DVD's. That's not the point though. Go ahead and sue me if you want, all you'll get is a ghetto fabulous computer, and anime. Which I will guard with my life. *hackles raise up* Go on, try it.

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Chapter One: Surechigai (Encounter)

February 3, 2003

Some of the wildest things can happen when you let your mind wander. It just happened to me today. I'm was sitting on a bench in the park, and I guess I started to daydream. I "dreamt" of this striking man with blonde hair and the most beautiful eyes that anyone could witness. This man and I were living together apparently, and we were lovers. Considering that I've never had any homosexual experiences, I have no idea why I envisioned that. I wonder if I've seen that man at school before. I don't know, but he sure was breathtaking. I can't believe that I'm even thinking these things. I am straight...at least, I think I am. I could never tell this to anybody at the University; they would all make fun of me. I'll just have to keep it in this book, with all the other burdens of my soul.

Hashiba Touma

Touma closed his journal and made his way to the kitchen to get something to eat. He had been at the park all day, doing some research for a project at school, and he was hungry. He winced to himself as his tender feet hit the cold tiles on the floor.

*Cold, meat, sandwich. Yes, that's what I want!*

Touma made up his mind and went to the refrigerator. He grabbed the loaf of bread, the mayonnaise, and the me...

*Where the hell is the meat? I could've sworn I had some!*

After rummaging in the refrigerator for about five minutes, Touma gave up on the meat, and started to look for his keys. After another fifteen minutes of searching for those, he made his way out the door, and to the supermarket.

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"Seiji! What the heck are you doing?! You're supposed to be on a damn register, not break! You're lucky I don't fire you! Get back to work!" yelled the rotund angry man.

"Com'mon Mr. Kenji! It's time for my break, please! I've been working for four hours, and I didn't take a lunch. Can I please have a break?" Seiji pleaded with his manager.

"Fine! You have fifteen minutes to do whatever it is people like you do! Now get off of my clock!" Kenji yelled in reply, but wasn't heard by the blonde who left when he said fine.

"Great, now I'm going to have to spend half of my break looking for my time card," Seiji muttered to himself as he scanned over the multitude of time cards in the break room. "Ha! Found you, little bastard!" He stuck the card into the machine. "Date Seiji has just clocked out for fifteen minutes of absolute...boredom."

He left the break room and went out to his car to get a cigarette. He glanced at the clock in his car, 7:00. "Lovely," he said to himself, "four more wonderful hours to go." He closed his car door and sat on the hood while he smoked his cigarette. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a nice car pull into the parking lot, and a cute guy with blue? Yes, blue hair, step out and go into the store.

"Looks like a certain blonde haired clerk is going to get off break early for a change," he muttered to himself as he finished his cigarette made his way into the store. Seiji darted into the break room, threw is time card into the machine, and ran to his cash register, and hoped for the blue-haired hottie to come his way.

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"Can these people not have just regular turkey? What the hell is this, honey smoked, fat free, low cholesterol, baked ham?! I could eat the whole pack before I'd get finish saying the name. AH HA! Turkey. Normal, dead bird. Mission complete, time to go home before I spend all my money. Damn stores and their hidden messages in the music secretly telling you to spend all your money, regardless of bills, or college tuition, to buy their ham that takes too long to pronounce!" Touma muttered to himself on the way back to the front of the store. He'd finally got what he wanted. Now he had to go do the fun part. That's right...checkout. As he approached the registers he saw that they were all full.

*Wait, a new one just opened up, and he's waving me over. Ha! Victory! Sandwich time soon, yea!*

Touma made his way up to the register and put his meat on the belt. He started to write a check, when he heard the cashier say something. He looked up, and the checkbook hit the floor.

*It's him. From the dream! Oh my Gods, what do I do!*

"Um, sir, would you like paper or plastic?"



Author's Note: I hope yall didn't forget that I love cliffhangers. I hope you like this story. I don't know why I started writing it. The idea came to me when I was playing Super Mario Brothers 3 on my 8-bit. Don't ask why I was playing that. I wanted to reminisce. Now that ancient machine is putting ideas into my head. I'll hammer the next chapter out in about a week I hope that you can be patient until then. Ja ne.

~Falcon Darkstar~



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