Shuichi's eyes scanned over the crimson rug, and white walls. A signal
candle was placed at the centre of each table. The white tapers, seemed to
loom in the shadows. As they were seated, a waitress pulled out a lighter;
the wick burst into life, casting back the shadows, and the secrets they
held.
"Order what ever you want." Eiri whispered, his eyes sparkled in the light of the candle.
Shuichi didn't know what to think of the whole situation. 'Yuki has never done anything like this before, but then he's not Yuki any more. He's Eiri.' He sighed softly.
Their food came quickly and the couple ate in silence. Finally Shuichi couldn't stand it any more. He had never been a good one for keeping quiet. "Eiri, what is it that you wanted to talk to me about?"
Eiri started look up at his love, his other half. "I just thought I would tell you that I... I'm starting to remember." He all but whispered.
Shuichi sat, paralysed in his place. He gazed at Eiri for a long moment. "Does this mean, you want me to start calling you Yuki again?"
Eiri watched the pink haired boy for a long second, the saddened look that had spread across his beautiful features. "Of course not, Shuichi." He smiled kindly, trying not to allow the misery of that name to wash over him. He fought it away along with the tears that welled in his eyes.
Shuichi, however, sensed his lover's distress. He reached across the table gathering Eiri's hand in his own. He smile," Ai- shiteru, Eiri."
Eiri lent across the table, taking the younger boys lips into his own. The kiss wasn't forceful, like the ones given by Yuki, but soft, and gentle. Their lips pressed together, devouring the taste of each, and the passion that flowed between them was like nothing either had ever felt.
"Order what ever you want." Eiri whispered, his eyes sparkled in the light of the candle.
Shuichi didn't know what to think of the whole situation. 'Yuki has never done anything like this before, but then he's not Yuki any more. He's Eiri.' He sighed softly.
Their food came quickly and the couple ate in silence. Finally Shuichi couldn't stand it any more. He had never been a good one for keeping quiet. "Eiri, what is it that you wanted to talk to me about?"
Eiri started look up at his love, his other half. "I just thought I would tell you that I... I'm starting to remember." He all but whispered.
Shuichi sat, paralysed in his place. He gazed at Eiri for a long moment. "Does this mean, you want me to start calling you Yuki again?"
Eiri watched the pink haired boy for a long second, the saddened look that had spread across his beautiful features. "Of course not, Shuichi." He smiled kindly, trying not to allow the misery of that name to wash over him. He fought it away along with the tears that welled in his eyes.
Shuichi, however, sensed his lover's distress. He reached across the table gathering Eiri's hand in his own. He smile," Ai- shiteru, Eiri."
Eiri lent across the table, taking the younger boys lips into his own. The kiss wasn't forceful, like the ones given by Yuki, but soft, and gentle. Their lips pressed together, devouring the taste of each, and the passion that flowed between them was like nothing either had ever felt.