-Chapter 1-
- -5 months earlier- -
"YUKI~!"
As quickly as the blonde haired novelist has opened the door and pink shape had clung around the waist in a death grip.
".baka.get off me," Yuki sneered plying the pink haired boy off him, but Shuichi only clung on tighter to him. A silent glare was launched at the genki boy as Yuki walked forward trying to get Shuichi off him.
Shuichi only clung tighter to him not wanting to let go. It was a Saturday of course and Yuki had been gone most of the day. Now it was night almost 9:30 p.m.
"Where were you?" the young boy whined, finally letting go of his blonde lover.
"I was out.as I told you before." Yuki said as he walked into the kitchen. He made his way to the refrigerator and grabbed a beer. Once he got his beer he turned around only to look at Shuichi.
The pink haired one was standing there in the doorway a sad, depressing look in his eyes yet a wide smile on his face. Yuki shook his head slightly in annoyance and opened the beer pushing by the young singer.
"Yukiiiiii.." "hn."
The novelist turned to look at his young lover. A slight annoyance grew on his face and features as he looked at him. Shuichi stood looking at Yuki with the same childish gleam in his violet eyes. Quickly, Yuki turned and continued to his study slamming the door and locking it before the singer could follow.
"yukiiiiiii.."
The singer's tone was lower, more like a whisper. Shuichi gave a look at the door and sighed the smile vanishing from his face. Silently he turned away from the door and sat down on the couch. Thoughts raced through his head as he sat there hearing the sounds of the computer in the other room.
"Maybe I should.leave.go out for a while."
Shuichi thought about leaving looked sometimes torwards the door out. He hated the constant neglect from the writer. He hated sleeping on the couch and only sometimes being able to seek warmth in the bed. The thoughts of him leaving Yuki circled his mind. Shuichi closed his eyes feeling tormented for not telling. Not telling the writer of a secret that the pink haired boy held so dear to him. If only he could tell Yuki.
"I can't tell him.I could never tell him.if.I did he."
His thoughts were tormented, twisted in his head causing tears to form in his violet eyes. Sorrow lingered about him playing violently with his heart. Droplets of water fell from his eyes, trailing along the curves of his face down to the tip of his chin, to the floor below.
Silence spread through the room as he heard the stop of typing in the other room. A smile grin came to the boy's face as he lifted his head slightly. Maybe, just maybe Yuki will come out. Shuichi stood and looked at the door not caring really to wipe the crystalline tears from his eyes.
"yu--?" he stopped before calling his name. Quickly he took a step back and looked toward the door. The backlash of his memories colliding with him. Slowly, his hands clenched into fists as he stood there in silence hearing the sound of a cigarette being lit.
Yuki stared at the computer screen reading the words that had just appeared on them. He grunted and leaned back in the chair crossing his arms. His eyes slightly closed as he remembered the look in his companions' eyes. They were filled with sorrow, not the usual happiness and joy.
Something was defiantly wrong with him. He knew it, but would Shuichi tell him. A frown graced Yuki's lips as he opened his eyes fully to the computer screen. What could he do now? Was there anything? What was wrong with Shuichi?
"Stupid deadline." he muttered as he began to type away. His mind still had the thought of the singer. With a quick movement Yuki was up, a cigarette in hand and the lighter in the other. Soon the cigarette was lit and in the writer's mouths.
"Baka.even if your not with me you annoy me."
- -5 months earlier- -
"YUKI~!"
As quickly as the blonde haired novelist has opened the door and pink shape had clung around the waist in a death grip.
".baka.get off me," Yuki sneered plying the pink haired boy off him, but Shuichi only clung on tighter to him. A silent glare was launched at the genki boy as Yuki walked forward trying to get Shuichi off him.
Shuichi only clung tighter to him not wanting to let go. It was a Saturday of course and Yuki had been gone most of the day. Now it was night almost 9:30 p.m.
"Where were you?" the young boy whined, finally letting go of his blonde lover.
"I was out.as I told you before." Yuki said as he walked into the kitchen. He made his way to the refrigerator and grabbed a beer. Once he got his beer he turned around only to look at Shuichi.
The pink haired one was standing there in the doorway a sad, depressing look in his eyes yet a wide smile on his face. Yuki shook his head slightly in annoyance and opened the beer pushing by the young singer.
"Yukiiiiii.." "hn."
The novelist turned to look at his young lover. A slight annoyance grew on his face and features as he looked at him. Shuichi stood looking at Yuki with the same childish gleam in his violet eyes. Quickly, Yuki turned and continued to his study slamming the door and locking it before the singer could follow.
"yukiiiiiii.."
The singer's tone was lower, more like a whisper. Shuichi gave a look at the door and sighed the smile vanishing from his face. Silently he turned away from the door and sat down on the couch. Thoughts raced through his head as he sat there hearing the sounds of the computer in the other room.
"Maybe I should.leave.go out for a while."
Shuichi thought about leaving looked sometimes torwards the door out. He hated the constant neglect from the writer. He hated sleeping on the couch and only sometimes being able to seek warmth in the bed. The thoughts of him leaving Yuki circled his mind. Shuichi closed his eyes feeling tormented for not telling. Not telling the writer of a secret that the pink haired boy held so dear to him. If only he could tell Yuki.
"I can't tell him.I could never tell him.if.I did he."
His thoughts were tormented, twisted in his head causing tears to form in his violet eyes. Sorrow lingered about him playing violently with his heart. Droplets of water fell from his eyes, trailing along the curves of his face down to the tip of his chin, to the floor below.
Silence spread through the room as he heard the stop of typing in the other room. A smile grin came to the boy's face as he lifted his head slightly. Maybe, just maybe Yuki will come out. Shuichi stood and looked at the door not caring really to wipe the crystalline tears from his eyes.
"yu--?" he stopped before calling his name. Quickly he took a step back and looked toward the door. The backlash of his memories colliding with him. Slowly, his hands clenched into fists as he stood there in silence hearing the sound of a cigarette being lit.
Yuki stared at the computer screen reading the words that had just appeared on them. He grunted and leaned back in the chair crossing his arms. His eyes slightly closed as he remembered the look in his companions' eyes. They were filled with sorrow, not the usual happiness and joy.
Something was defiantly wrong with him. He knew it, but would Shuichi tell him. A frown graced Yuki's lips as he opened his eyes fully to the computer screen. What could he do now? Was there anything? What was wrong with Shuichi?
"Stupid deadline." he muttered as he began to type away. His mind still had the thought of the singer. With a quick movement Yuki was up, a cigarette in hand and the lighter in the other. Soon the cigarette was lit and in the writer's mouths.
"Baka.even if your not with me you annoy me."