~Konban wa! (Time is now.... 11:45!) It's been a while, but I hope that you all haven't forgotten about me.... although that is entirely possible. This is the third chapter of the first arc of Sex Games called reset. ~ A.N- The words in the [brackets] Are spoken words in the song.
Sex Games: Arc 1 Game Over, chapter 3 reset
Now Hiro was used to the pink haired boy's tantrums. He was used to the boy flying towards him with tears streaming down his face, used to having the boy drag him out for a good plastering after one of these. It would seem almost normal in it's simplicity, just to escape into the familiarity of alcohol, it would be more then a welcomed change to what the mahogany haired boy had been seeing the past few weeks.
Aside from the apparent loss of weight and the large circles under his eyes, Shuichi was missing a certain air...Like a flame doused in water with only the steam and wet ashes left over. That was what Shuichi was now, after being raped multiple times and thrown away; he was just a pile of wet, gray, ashes. There didn't seem to be anything else left to him, nothing that Hiro himself could relight.
He sighed and sat back down on the step out side of the NG building, it was cool out side, the wind bit through his jean jacket and whipped his hair back from his face. He fought to light his cigarette, shielding the thin stick of tobacco bliss against the cruel Tokyo wind. Fall was coming on hard, slick rain tormented the city for the last few weeks and the cold air was affecting every body, even the genki Sakuma-san had lulled in his musings. Or maybe it was just the remaining air around the pink haired boy.
Everybody in the NG building was aware of the lull in the singer. The building had been silent for the past week, and for once, they actually had gotten work done. They had recorded the instrumental to the new song Shuichi had written. The vocals were still not done but none of them had the heart to press the boy.
Hiro pulled out the napkin that showed the tear blurred ink and muddled emotions. Inhaling his now light cigarette and letting the stick dangle from his wind reddened lips he read what the singer had spilt onto the paper at the coffee shop this morning.
//Ten thousand words to describe what you were to me
Ten thousand roses on the step of a black hell
Ten thousand knives that you thrust into me
Too many tears that spilt into a dead heav'n.
What you were doesn't mean a thing to me
What we had isn't of any my concern
Its what remains in my mind of you
That destroys me so.
Its what we never could have had
That tender kiss that you had given me that day
The racked breathe that you had strewn across my face
The tortured soul that you threw into the fire
Will rise again from the ashes that you left.
What you were was a lover that could never love
What we had was a pile of raw shit
Its what remains in my mind of you
That kills me so.
It's why I never can forget.
Tainted lips that had kissed me upon my head
Forsaken hands that caressed me
Hot sharp tongue that soothed me
Gentle words that touched my heart
Forgive me that which I had done
Take thee back into thy arms
And kiss me please
Oh just kiss me ple~ase! [onegai..]
[So I lied.... Yes I lied]
What you were was everything
What we had was sacred ground
Its what remains in my mind of us
That pains me so
That's why I can never let go
Oh my love just kiss me please
Oh just kiss me ple~ase......//
Hiro shoved the napkin back into his pocket and crushed the cigarette underneath his black boot. That damn bastard, that fucking bastard. He had taken in his best friend two years ago, had fucked him, manipulated his emotions, and spit him out like tobacco chew. Hiro glared at the wind as he opened the glass door to the NG building and cursed the blonde writer as he pulled off his jacket.
If it was his nature he would kill the blonde, but he did have a promise to full fill with Yuki. Although it might have to wait while he glued the boy back together, until the boy was stable once again. He needed another cigarette now, he hissed softly as he slide into the practice room and stopped in mid breath.
" Never gonna kiss the sky,
Never gonna turn away from fear.
Hold onto tomorrow guided
By that fateful mourning tear.
Turn away from the spot light,
Turn away from the fear.
Hide within the shadows,
Quivering in the rain
Hold only what is dearest
Hold only what is near
And forget about that cold
Isolated tear.
Never seen a blue sky turn to grey
Never seen a rainbow wash away
Keeping the clouds closer than before
N'I can feel it coming, I feel it's near
And deep within the masses
I can read that fateful tear
Torn and open flesh wounds
Shuttering with fear." Shuichi turned and smiled widely. " Hiro!" The pink boy laughed, that laugh Hiro mused, that was the laugh that he had grown used to, that was his Shuichi.
" I just realized that he, that he isn't really worth all the tears ya know? I mean sure he was...my lover, my Yuki.... but..." The pink haired boy sighed and tilted his Georgia coffee can back and forth. They sat on this rickety old bench that was littered with indecent words scrawled in English over the peeling green paint. Hiro lit up another cigarette and inhaled the hot bliss; smoke and nicotine instantly soothed his throat. Shuichi just smiled and looked over the Tokyo skyline, it was beautiful he had to admit the yellows and pinks melting together turning into a muddled orange. Shuichi smiled warmly and continued to look at the sherbet coloured sky, tainted only by the darkening clouds and stars that shown on the navy ceiling. "I guess that I'm just not gonna let it bother me anymore......"
Hiro looked at the boy, the half smoked cigarette dangling between his wind chapped reddened lips and his jean jacket wrapped tightly around him. He wasn't sure that he wasn't hallucinating, his head had a lightened feeling to it and he just couldn't put together the picture of the kid he left this morning and the one that sat next to him now. There had been a significant change, and he was confused at this revelation, and didn't know where Shuichi had managed to gather himself up and tape himself back together. But he was glad he supposed that he was able to do that himself, at least to hold himself together for a while longer. But what was worrying Hiro was that Shuichi seemed all to smug about this, he had no depression written in his voice and his eyes sparkled with a kind of happiness you would have once seen in them.
" Shuichi.... I ...I dunno, I'm glad for you but.....I guess I was surprised ya know? Well what ever you've done to make yourself this happy, I hope it works for you." Hiro smiled and stood up crushing the cigarette into the wet cement and stretched.
"Well, he was never good to me, and sure I loved him.....but...all he ever did was call me brat, stupid, annoying, he'd tell me to shut up, or be quiet, he'd yell at me and told me that I was a stupid kid, but what hurt the most, is the fact that he told me I had no sex skill. " Shuichi sniffed a fake tear, took on an arrogant grin, and nudged Hiro with his elbow. " And lord knows how good I am in bed.....so I just figured it was all blasphemy, not to concerned.....I think, I think I'm better off with out him...."
Hiro looked into Shuichi's violet eyes and bit his lip, he had been wearing a mask of glass, amazingly strong when hit face on, but he could see through when there was no glare. The guitarist could clearly see the pain and regret written in those eyes, go figure the kid would hide it all, but, but Hiro didn't have the heart to tell the kid his own feelings, it was up to him to act on. Instead, he just slung an arm over the singer's shoulder and grin, a wicked foul grin that showed a clear course of malice and trouble.
"Ne, Shuichi?"
"Nani o Hiro?" Shuichi looked up blinking, utterly confused.
"Lets go have a drink." Hiro smiled down at the boy, who in turn just grinned back up at him, one of those purely Shuichi grins.
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Konban wa!! I just finished this chapter (which is extremely short and I'm sorry!!!) and am kicking my self because I've never written a fanfic before and I have no idea how the hell I'm gonna finish this story...-.-,,,
Well until next time - Kuroki T.
A.N- A note about Georgia coffee, if any of you have been to Japan then you know what I'm talking about, for those of you who haven't and don't know what Georgia coffee is, it's this vending machine coffee that come in three versions, regular, extra, and black. They're about seventy cents for a twelve ounce can, and they vend hot. THEY ARE SOOO GOOD!!! * dies*