Angel Sleep Epilogue
by Nekozuki
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Epilogue. finally. ^^""
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Shuichi peeked his head inside K's door, slowly allowing his eyes to search the room. It was empty. Thank god! K still had a tendency to randomly point a gun at his head, remnants, Shuichi figured, from the stress of his near death. As long as the young singer didn't startle K too much though, the manager was able to keep some control. usually.
With a relaxed sigh, Shuichi skipped into the room, quick eyes scanning to take everything in. It wasn't often that he was allowed into K's office with no supervision, and now that he was able to search unobserved, he was gonna take advantage of the chance.
There was a surprising amount of pictures littering around the room. Even a few of him and Bad Luck, though just as many of Nittle Grasper. Shuichi didn't mind much. He knew that while K still felt very attached to his old group, his loyalty was first to the one currently being managed.
He was just coming around the front of the desk when the door opened. However, he didn't look up for he was fixated on this one picture, mouth gaping and eyes bulging out.
"Shuichi?" a voice questioned.
He finally looked up, moving slowly and robotically, meeting K's concerned gaze. His arm raised woodenly and pointed at the picture.
"Who?" he whispered, voice chocked.
K gave him a bewildered look, before walking around the desk and leaning over to get a good look at the said picture.
"Oh, that's my sister."
Shuichi thought distantly, at he stared at the girl in the picture, than K and back again. His legs suddenly lost power and he plopped down on the floor, landing ungracefully on his butt.
Vaguely, he heard K rush towards him, but he could only gaze at the picture, seeing the smiling face of Sakura looking back.
Shuichi would have been content to stare in befuddlement for quite some time, but soon hands were all over him, simultaneously pulling him up and pushing him down.
"Ow! What? What?" Shuichi yelped, coming back to himself. "Stop!"
"Are you alright? You collapsed!" Hiro said, frantic face popping out of nowhere and making Shuichi jump.
"Oh. Yeah." Shuichi flapped his hand, smiling sheepishly and knowing that he couldn't tell them what had caused his sudden fainting bout. "Just help me up, my knee hurts."
Shuichi knew it was a low way out, but mentioning pain was a good way to change the topic. Their minds tended to fixate on any agony that the young singer professed. It had come in very handy, and he almost regretted the fact that he was almost healed.
The immediate fussing made him smile internally. It was nice to be cared about. However, as soon as he was on his feet, he broke away.
"Ah! Time to go!" He made a break for the door, ignoring the outcries from behind him. He was almost out of view when he peeked back over his shoulder and looked into K's eyes, smiling sweetly.
"She's very sweet." He said.
Dashing away from the door, he smiled at the uncharacteristic startled look on his manager's face. How very fun. He skipped towards the stairs, taking them two at a time. For the first time since his accident, he felt truly relaxed.
As he hit the last step, his right foot twisted slightly and to his alarm he felt his knee give out, sending his careening forward.
"Ahhh!" He shrieked, closing his eyes in preparation and raising his hands in a desperate attempt to protect his face. Than he crashed into something softer.
"Baka."
Shuichi blinked blearily, wearily raising his head to look in front of him. Yuki held him to his chest, ice blue eyes staring forbiddingly down.
The pink haired singer wasn't all to surprised to find his lover there. Since the accident, those closest to him had formed some sort of network around him, keeping close tabs on his every move. He rarely went anywhere nowadays without someone being close by, whether planned or by 'accident.' He never said anything though, feigning oblivion. He didn't mind the attention, in fact rather enjoyed it, even though at time he wanted to scream. But mostly he knew he wouldn't say anything for fear Yuki would stop, and he had begun to get accustomed to the writer having to "work nearby; just happened to be in the neighborhood." And taking him home.
"Ohayo Yuki." Shuichi smiled brightly, hugging the tall man closely.
Yuki scowled and rolled his eyes, as was his custom, but didn't push the smaller boy away, instead swinging the small frame so that Shuichi was being held under both his knees and shoulders. The pink haired boy squeaked, but quickly adjusted and wrapped an arm around Yuki's neck.
"Let's go." The blond growled.
From above, Shuichi heard the door leading to the stairway burst open, and a few voices blended together.
"SHUICHI!"
Yuki jumped in surprise and stared down at his lover, who promptly smirked before breaking into hysterical laughter and making everyone pause. Life was good.
END
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And total end at that. Absolutely no more. Indeedy weedy. Watching Indiana Jones on TV. I remember seeing a movie or shoe where he was young (Like really young, younger than in the 'Young Indiana Jones series' like maybe 1- 12 or something) but now I can't remember what it was called, and I really liked it!!!! It was cute!!! Anyone know?
by Nekozuki
~*~*~
Epilogue. finally. ^^""
~*~*~
Shuichi peeked his head inside K's door, slowly allowing his eyes to search the room. It was empty. Thank god! K still had a tendency to randomly point a gun at his head, remnants, Shuichi figured, from the stress of his near death. As long as the young singer didn't startle K too much though, the manager was able to keep some control. usually.
With a relaxed sigh, Shuichi skipped into the room, quick eyes scanning to take everything in. It wasn't often that he was allowed into K's office with no supervision, and now that he was able to search unobserved, he was gonna take advantage of the chance.
There was a surprising amount of pictures littering around the room. Even a few of him and Bad Luck, though just as many of Nittle Grasper. Shuichi didn't mind much. He knew that while K still felt very attached to his old group, his loyalty was first to the one currently being managed.
He was just coming around the front of the desk when the door opened. However, he didn't look up for he was fixated on this one picture, mouth gaping and eyes bulging out.
"Shuichi?" a voice questioned.
He finally looked up, moving slowly and robotically, meeting K's concerned gaze. His arm raised woodenly and pointed at the picture.
"Who?" he whispered, voice chocked.
K gave him a bewildered look, before walking around the desk and leaning over to get a good look at the said picture.
"Oh, that's my sister."
Shuichi thought distantly, at he stared at the girl in the picture, than K and back again. His legs suddenly lost power and he plopped down on the floor, landing ungracefully on his butt.
Vaguely, he heard K rush towards him, but he could only gaze at the picture, seeing the smiling face of Sakura looking back.
Shuichi would have been content to stare in befuddlement for quite some time, but soon hands were all over him, simultaneously pulling him up and pushing him down.
"Ow! What? What?" Shuichi yelped, coming back to himself. "Stop!"
"Are you alright? You collapsed!" Hiro said, frantic face popping out of nowhere and making Shuichi jump.
"Oh. Yeah." Shuichi flapped his hand, smiling sheepishly and knowing that he couldn't tell them what had caused his sudden fainting bout. "Just help me up, my knee hurts."
Shuichi knew it was a low way out, but mentioning pain was a good way to change the topic. Their minds tended to fixate on any agony that the young singer professed. It had come in very handy, and he almost regretted the fact that he was almost healed.
The immediate fussing made him smile internally. It was nice to be cared about. However, as soon as he was on his feet, he broke away.
"Ah! Time to go!" He made a break for the door, ignoring the outcries from behind him. He was almost out of view when he peeked back over his shoulder and looked into K's eyes, smiling sweetly.
"She's very sweet." He said.
Dashing away from the door, he smiled at the uncharacteristic startled look on his manager's face. How very fun. He skipped towards the stairs, taking them two at a time. For the first time since his accident, he felt truly relaxed.
As he hit the last step, his right foot twisted slightly and to his alarm he felt his knee give out, sending his careening forward.
"Ahhh!" He shrieked, closing his eyes in preparation and raising his hands in a desperate attempt to protect his face. Than he crashed into something softer.
"Baka."
Shuichi blinked blearily, wearily raising his head to look in front of him. Yuki held him to his chest, ice blue eyes staring forbiddingly down.
The pink haired singer wasn't all to surprised to find his lover there. Since the accident, those closest to him had formed some sort of network around him, keeping close tabs on his every move. He rarely went anywhere nowadays without someone being close by, whether planned or by 'accident.' He never said anything though, feigning oblivion. He didn't mind the attention, in fact rather enjoyed it, even though at time he wanted to scream. But mostly he knew he wouldn't say anything for fear Yuki would stop, and he had begun to get accustomed to the writer having to "work nearby; just happened to be in the neighborhood." And taking him home.
"Ohayo Yuki." Shuichi smiled brightly, hugging the tall man closely.
Yuki scowled and rolled his eyes, as was his custom, but didn't push the smaller boy away, instead swinging the small frame so that Shuichi was being held under both his knees and shoulders. The pink haired boy squeaked, but quickly adjusted and wrapped an arm around Yuki's neck.
"Let's go." The blond growled.
From above, Shuichi heard the door leading to the stairway burst open, and a few voices blended together.
"SHUICHI!"
Yuki jumped in surprise and stared down at his lover, who promptly smirked before breaking into hysterical laughter and making everyone pause. Life was good.
END
~*~*~
And total end at that. Absolutely no more. Indeedy weedy. Watching Indiana Jones on TV. I remember seeing a movie or shoe where he was young (Like really young, younger than in the 'Young Indiana Jones series' like maybe 1- 12 or something) but now I can't remember what it was called, and I really liked it!!!! It was cute!!! Anyone know?