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Part 2 of Foolish
If he won't come back, I'm going to him, Yuki swore. But how?
[Woo him back.]
\And how the hell am I going to do that?\
[Romantic little things. Sweet comments, a red rose, a box of chocolates.]
The next few hours were spend finding the perfect little gifts for 'wooing' as his mind said. So far, all he found was... three dozen roses. What did the baka like to eat?
[You lived with him for three whole months and you don't know what he likes to eat?]
\Well he...\
[What kind of lover are you anyway????]
\Errr... a really bad one??\
[No shit you are, Sherlock.]
\Well, he seemed to like that pocky stuff.\
[Then what in bloody hell are you waiting for? Go get it, you asshole!] \You don't have to be so mean.\ [Says the guy that cheated on his very devoted lover 16 times not counting the times he didn't catch you. I'm being nice compared to you, you bloody tosser!] \Fine.\ After the little fiasco with his mind, Yuki rushed to the nearest grocery store and bought every flavor of Pocky there. He mostly got strawberry thinking he liked strawberry himself. By 6 o'clock that night, he had bought 50 boxes of Pocky, a three-foot tall Kumagorou, and... three dozen roses. \I just hope this works.\ [You idiot! It's going to take more than this! How shallow are you anyway?? Jackass.] \Where would he go besides home?\ [What kind of person are you anyway?? Or are you not a person at all??? You're like a fucking robot!!!] \A very cold and tired one.\ [Moron.] \I think he went to Nakano-kun's place.\ [Then stop talking to your conscience and go! You heartless bastard!] At 6:30, there was a knock at Hiro's door. "I'll be right there!" Hiro called and walked out of the kitchen. Yuki was standing at the door with a ton of grocery bags, three bouquets of red roses, and a big pink Kumagorou.
"What the hell do you want? Haven't you broken Shuichi's heart enough? Or are you going to continue until he breaks down completely?" he was just about to slam the door when Eiri decided to respond. "Wait." "What?" "I just want to talk to him." "Fine. But if you break his heart again, I'm doing a whole lot more than giving you a black eye." "I'll even let you do it." "Shuichi! Someone wants to talk to you!"
The now black-haired singer walked into the door in a tight black wife beater and baggy black jeans. He shut the door behind him and said in an icy tone, "I told you I was never coming back. You tore my heart into pieces. What are you here for? To tell me you didn't mean to some more?"
"Fine, I deserved that, but I really didn't mean to." Yuki visibly flinched at that voice.
"Say what you want to say and go. I've got 'banal poetry' as you so kindly put it, to write."
"I just wanted to give you these and I'm sorry." He held up every bag he'd had since the morning.
"I can't be bought you know. Keep it and give it to someone you truly love, not just some pesky baka you wanted out of your life and feel bad for now. Goodbye." Shuichi turned his back, opened the door, and before Yuki could say another word, he slammed it shut.
Little did he know, Shuichi was in his room crying. It just hurt too much. He couldn't handle it. Not like this. Not like this.
Just as he was about to leave, Hiro burst out of the room yelling at him.
"What the hell did you do???? He's in his room crying his eyes out now!! You heartless asshole!!!"
"Nothing. I've been called that all day by my conscience... Just give him these, alright?"
"No. I'm not doing anything until you finish what you were going to say. That includes letting you go home."
"I've felt guilty about it all day. Or at least I thought it was guilt, and I tried to squash the feeling down, but it didn't work. I tried telling myself it was nothing, but that didn't work either. What I'm trying to say is..."
"What?" Hiro's eyes softened.
"In a nutshell, I think I love him," Yuki blurted out.
"Bye."
"WHAT???"
"Go. I'll give this stuff to him," Hiro grinned and pointed him to the exit. "I give you my luck in winning him back. By the way, he likes romantic things like poems, songs, notes, and music in general. Oh be nice and maybe a bit aggressive."
"Errr... Thanks," and he left without saying another word.
The next morning, Shuichi found a note on his pillow that read, "I'm taking your out for lunch at around one. Wear anything you want. I'm not giving you a choice." On the bottom of the paper was his number.
He dialed and waiting impatiently for someone to pick up the phone.
"Hello?"
"Why should I go? To let you break my heart again?" shuichi demanded in his coldest tone. It shattered his heard in a million pieces to do so, but he had to put up a defense somehow.
"I want to talk to you." Yuki really tried his best not to flinch at his ex-lover's icy tone.
"Then we have a bit of a problem because I don't want to talk to your." He couldn't risk heartbreak, yet again, even though saying these things wear tearing him into countless pieces.
"I'm going over there anyway. I'll even stay until you hear me out."
"I'm listening, so say it now."
"I can't." Yuki wanted to look his ex in the eye when he made his speech.
"Why not?" The romance author was making this really hard for him. He wanted Yuki back, but not like this. Not out of pity.
"Because I want to look you in the eye when I say it, so you know I mean it." He longed to see those expressive, violet irises filled with love once again. And this time, he wouldn't let them get away. Ever.
"Fine. But I'm only doing this because everybody deserves a second chance. Hell knows you've had your share of second chances, but this is the last one you'll ever get from me. Good bye." Shuichi hung up knowing Yuki would show up. He rushed to find something to wear, and settled on some jeans, his denim jacket, and a white wife beater.
He stood outside of the building waiting. A black Mercedes SLE pulled up and Yuki climbed out of the car in all his glory, dressed in a white button up shirt and dark blue jeans.
Eiri couldn't believe his eyes. His ex-koibito(lover) was gorgeous. The pink hair was now jet black with blue tips. A simple white tank top clung to the slight muscle the boy had. The denim jeans hung off his slim hips and left you wondering what was underneath. Stupid jacket covered up the parts of Shuichi's torso that Yuki couldn't see. He snapped out of the phase and said, "Hop in."
As soon as both of them were in the car, he couldn't resist but to kiss those red, pouty lips. Shuichi gasped, letting his tongue in. But he worked up the courage to push the older man away. The first words out of his mouth were,
"What the hell do you think you're doing? You lost the right to do that the other day when I took off. You can't just come back her and take me back as your fuck-buddy! It doesn't work that day. You always took me for granted, but not this time. I'm not standing for it," Shuichi was furious. He loved Yuki, but this was taking it way too far. "You wanted to talk, I'm letting you talk."
"Look me in the eyes."
"No. I don't take orders from you. When I did that before, you took advantage of it." Nobody was to order him around anymore.
"Please?" He looked at Shuichi with softened puppy eyes. Nobody had been able to resist those eyes before. Thankfully, that statement still held true. Bad Luck's lead singer gave him a sad grin and listened.
"I'm sorry. I-- " he was cut off.
"No, you're not! That's what you said all the other sixteen time, but you did it again anyway! That's it! Have a nice life," Shuichi turned his back and opened the door to get out. Yuki caught him only by the wrist. "Let me go," the boy grit out.
"I really am sorry. I—" he was cut off again.
"If you have to apologize, then don't do it, punk." Shuichi quoted him.
"Fine. I'll put it in a different way. Just hear me out. I truly regret everything, and I mean everything, I ever did to hurt you. It was my impulse to do it. And in a nutshell, I really do love you," Yuki spilled. The violet eyes turned glassy.
"Do you mean it? I don't want to be lied to again."
"Nobody should say I love you and not mean it. And I don't blame you if you don't take me back. I was a real asshole." Yuki couldn't believe what he was saying. Getting Shuichi back turned him into a real sap.
"Oh Yuki! I love you too!" He hugged the blonde man. "But you will have to earn my trust back."
Yuki started out as the real food, but now he was Shuichi's fool.
~ Fin ~
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Part 2 of Foolish
If he won't come back, I'm going to him, Yuki swore. But how?
[Woo him back.]
\And how the hell am I going to do that?\
[Romantic little things. Sweet comments, a red rose, a box of chocolates.]
The next few hours were spend finding the perfect little gifts for 'wooing' as his mind said. So far, all he found was... three dozen roses. What did the baka like to eat?
[You lived with him for three whole months and you don't know what he likes to eat?]
\Well he...\
[What kind of lover are you anyway????]
\Errr... a really bad one??\
[No shit you are, Sherlock.]
\Well, he seemed to like that pocky stuff.\
[Then what in bloody hell are you waiting for? Go get it, you asshole!] \You don't have to be so mean.\ [Says the guy that cheated on his very devoted lover 16 times not counting the times he didn't catch you. I'm being nice compared to you, you bloody tosser!] \Fine.\ After the little fiasco with his mind, Yuki rushed to the nearest grocery store and bought every flavor of Pocky there. He mostly got strawberry thinking he liked strawberry himself. By 6 o'clock that night, he had bought 50 boxes of Pocky, a three-foot tall Kumagorou, and... three dozen roses. \I just hope this works.\ [You idiot! It's going to take more than this! How shallow are you anyway?? Jackass.] \Where would he go besides home?\ [What kind of person are you anyway?? Or are you not a person at all??? You're like a fucking robot!!!] \A very cold and tired one.\ [Moron.] \I think he went to Nakano-kun's place.\ [Then stop talking to your conscience and go! You heartless bastard!] At 6:30, there was a knock at Hiro's door. "I'll be right there!" Hiro called and walked out of the kitchen. Yuki was standing at the door with a ton of grocery bags, three bouquets of red roses, and a big pink Kumagorou.
"What the hell do you want? Haven't you broken Shuichi's heart enough? Or are you going to continue until he breaks down completely?" he was just about to slam the door when Eiri decided to respond. "Wait." "What?" "I just want to talk to him." "Fine. But if you break his heart again, I'm doing a whole lot more than giving you a black eye." "I'll even let you do it." "Shuichi! Someone wants to talk to you!"
The now black-haired singer walked into the door in a tight black wife beater and baggy black jeans. He shut the door behind him and said in an icy tone, "I told you I was never coming back. You tore my heart into pieces. What are you here for? To tell me you didn't mean to some more?"
"Fine, I deserved that, but I really didn't mean to." Yuki visibly flinched at that voice.
"Say what you want to say and go. I've got 'banal poetry' as you so kindly put it, to write."
"I just wanted to give you these and I'm sorry." He held up every bag he'd had since the morning.
"I can't be bought you know. Keep it and give it to someone you truly love, not just some pesky baka you wanted out of your life and feel bad for now. Goodbye." Shuichi turned his back, opened the door, and before Yuki could say another word, he slammed it shut.
Little did he know, Shuichi was in his room crying. It just hurt too much. He couldn't handle it. Not like this. Not like this.
Just as he was about to leave, Hiro burst out of the room yelling at him.
"What the hell did you do???? He's in his room crying his eyes out now!! You heartless asshole!!!"
"Nothing. I've been called that all day by my conscience... Just give him these, alright?"
"No. I'm not doing anything until you finish what you were going to say. That includes letting you go home."
"I've felt guilty about it all day. Or at least I thought it was guilt, and I tried to squash the feeling down, but it didn't work. I tried telling myself it was nothing, but that didn't work either. What I'm trying to say is..."
"What?" Hiro's eyes softened.
"In a nutshell, I think I love him," Yuki blurted out.
"Bye."
"WHAT???"
"Go. I'll give this stuff to him," Hiro grinned and pointed him to the exit. "I give you my luck in winning him back. By the way, he likes romantic things like poems, songs, notes, and music in general. Oh be nice and maybe a bit aggressive."
"Errr... Thanks," and he left without saying another word.
The next morning, Shuichi found a note on his pillow that read, "I'm taking your out for lunch at around one. Wear anything you want. I'm not giving you a choice." On the bottom of the paper was his number.
He dialed and waiting impatiently for someone to pick up the phone.
"Hello?"
"Why should I go? To let you break my heart again?" shuichi demanded in his coldest tone. It shattered his heard in a million pieces to do so, but he had to put up a defense somehow.
"I want to talk to you." Yuki really tried his best not to flinch at his ex-lover's icy tone.
"Then we have a bit of a problem because I don't want to talk to your." He couldn't risk heartbreak, yet again, even though saying these things wear tearing him into countless pieces.
"I'm going over there anyway. I'll even stay until you hear me out."
"I'm listening, so say it now."
"I can't." Yuki wanted to look his ex in the eye when he made his speech.
"Why not?" The romance author was making this really hard for him. He wanted Yuki back, but not like this. Not out of pity.
"Because I want to look you in the eye when I say it, so you know I mean it." He longed to see those expressive, violet irises filled with love once again. And this time, he wouldn't let them get away. Ever.
"Fine. But I'm only doing this because everybody deserves a second chance. Hell knows you've had your share of second chances, but this is the last one you'll ever get from me. Good bye." Shuichi hung up knowing Yuki would show up. He rushed to find something to wear, and settled on some jeans, his denim jacket, and a white wife beater.
He stood outside of the building waiting. A black Mercedes SLE pulled up and Yuki climbed out of the car in all his glory, dressed in a white button up shirt and dark blue jeans.
Eiri couldn't believe his eyes. His ex-koibito(lover) was gorgeous. The pink hair was now jet black with blue tips. A simple white tank top clung to the slight muscle the boy had. The denim jeans hung off his slim hips and left you wondering what was underneath. Stupid jacket covered up the parts of Shuichi's torso that Yuki couldn't see. He snapped out of the phase and said, "Hop in."
As soon as both of them were in the car, he couldn't resist but to kiss those red, pouty lips. Shuichi gasped, letting his tongue in. But he worked up the courage to push the older man away. The first words out of his mouth were,
"What the hell do you think you're doing? You lost the right to do that the other day when I took off. You can't just come back her and take me back as your fuck-buddy! It doesn't work that day. You always took me for granted, but not this time. I'm not standing for it," Shuichi was furious. He loved Yuki, but this was taking it way too far. "You wanted to talk, I'm letting you talk."
"Look me in the eyes."
"No. I don't take orders from you. When I did that before, you took advantage of it." Nobody was to order him around anymore.
"Please?" He looked at Shuichi with softened puppy eyes. Nobody had been able to resist those eyes before. Thankfully, that statement still held true. Bad Luck's lead singer gave him a sad grin and listened.
"I'm sorry. I-- " he was cut off.
"No, you're not! That's what you said all the other sixteen time, but you did it again anyway! That's it! Have a nice life," Shuichi turned his back and opened the door to get out. Yuki caught him only by the wrist. "Let me go," the boy grit out.
"I really am sorry. I—" he was cut off again.
"If you have to apologize, then don't do it, punk." Shuichi quoted him.
"Fine. I'll put it in a different way. Just hear me out. I truly regret everything, and I mean everything, I ever did to hurt you. It was my impulse to do it. And in a nutshell, I really do love you," Yuki spilled. The violet eyes turned glassy.
"Do you mean it? I don't want to be lied to again."
"Nobody should say I love you and not mean it. And I don't blame you if you don't take me back. I was a real asshole." Yuki couldn't believe what he was saying. Getting Shuichi back turned him into a real sap.
"Oh Yuki! I love you too!" He hugged the blonde man. "But you will have to earn my trust back."
Yuki started out as the real food, but now he was Shuichi's fool.
~ Fin ~
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