Lil Yaten Fae - Yes, yes I am. And yeah, of course you can print it out. ^^
Tam Chronin - Reminds you of....? Hehe. My mind does run in circles, it
flies in squares. :p
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Tohma couldn't call it jealousy exactly, because he was too fond of the both of them to- uh oh. There it was... he was in love with both of them. Oh. No.
"Tohma? Are you in here?" Came a voice. Tohma sighed mutely.
"Yes, Ryuichi. Over here." Tohma said quietly. Ryuichi walked over, grazing one hand across the sinks for orientation. He came to rest a hand on Tohma's shoulder. Tohma looked up into Ryuichi's eyes. Big mistake. The pale, barely ice blue eyes always entranced him, pulled him in. Even if they lacked focus, they always made his mouth go dry as if he were being stared at. Tohma pried his gaze away. Ryuichi sensed this, and frowned.
"Tohma." He began. "I think I know why you have been so distant lately." Ryuichi said, and Tohma's blood froze in his veins. There was no way Ryuichi could know, there simply wasn't. Although the idol was rarely this serious, his tone making Tohma's shoulders tense. Ryuichi began to massage them. "And why is that?" Tohma asked, trying to keep from purring at Ryuichi's touch. It had been so long since someone had touched him gently...
"You love one of us, don't you?" Ryuichi asked quietly. Tohma tensed again. "I...yes and no..." Tohma stumbled over his words, feeling very much like a fool. His eyes widened as Ryuichi put a hand on his cheek. Soft fingers caressed his face, as Ryuichi looked him over, so to speak. "That isn't a very good answer, Tohma." Ryuichi said with a soft smile, allowing a bit of his genki self to shine through for just a moment. That side of him had been obscured after the accident.
"I'm afraid I don't have a better one for you..." Muttered Tohma. Ryuichi embraced him for a moment, and then pulled back. Tohma was startled as Ryuichi locked him in an uncertain gaze. "You don't have to be so ashamed, Tohma. If it were Shuichi, he'd be flattered. And if it's me, then so would I. You held my gaze for a very long time, you know." Ryuichi admitted. Tohma gaped at him. "Now, come on! We don't want to miss desert, na no da!" Said genki Ryuichi. The two went back into the party, Ryuichi holding onto the bend in Tohma's suit discreetly.
Shuichi bit into his tiramisu glumly. Ryuichi had gone off to be with Tohma for a while. He knew he shouldn't be jealous, but he couldn't seem to the squish the feeling completely. It didn't help that Tohma came back with blushing pink cheeks and a very perky Ryuichi. Shuichi grinned as Ryuichi protested loudly at having dessert served in his absence.
Shuichi leaned over, taking Ryuichi's hand in his own. It was a half conscious move, partly of habit and partly of possessiveness. Ryuichi turned his head to face Shuichi, his ice blue eyes glittering at the prospect of great amounts of sugar. "What did you get, Shu-chan?" Ryuichi asked, unable to decide. "I got tiramisu. What are you going to get?" Shuichi asked, knowing exactly what Ryuichi was going to get. Everything! He'd eat about half of everything, love it, and then complain later about a stomachache. Shuichi found it adorable, but Ryuichi always grumbled about it. Shuichi laughed heartily as about fifteen plates of various treats were set in front of Ryuichi. He could see the waiters trying to not to laugh as well.
Tohma sighed for the millionth time that day. Mika had excused herself and returned home early. Not that Tohma was surprised, but Mika usually waited until at least a few hours later. Oh well. He felt his thoughts drift to what Hiroshi had said earlier. He also found himself staring at Shuichi as he thought. He had to admit, it sounded quite far- fetched. For some reason, however, it seemed to fit. Shuichi was unlike anyone he'd ever met. Some things just... didn't apply to him. Gender being one of them, he mused. Shuichi's pink hair was another factor. Such colors were rare, but Tohma had never once seen any sign of roots coming through. Unless he dyed his hair DAILY, which Tohma strongly doubted, it was all natural.
Shuichi squirmed, feeling Tohma's gaze. He didn't dare return it. Instead he concentrated on helping Ryuichi eat his desserts. Oh, Ryuichi was a dept at eating without making a mess, but eating fifteen plates of various sweets is a challenge for anyone. Shuichi noted that Ryuichi was 6 plates in without showing signs of slowing down. So THIS was why Ryuichi had eaten very little dinner. Shuichi smiled pleasantly. He had a very sneaky fiancé. Shuichi laughed as Ryuichi set a plate in front of Kumagorou (who was wearing a black bow for the occasion, and looking quite suave) on the floor.
Tohma kept right on staring. It all made sense. Well...actually it didn't, but it made MORE sense at least. Shuichi wasn't human, or perhaps some sort of human subspecies. He had tried to deny it at the time, the cat- slitted eyes and increased strength. Tohma shifted in his seat, feeling oddly inadequate. He was sitting at a table with 23 humans, and a Shuichi. It bothered Tohma that he couldn't classify Shuichi, causing him to frown. Were there others like him? Tohma had never seen any of Shuichi's family, so there was no way of knowing if the traits were inherited, or if Shuichi was some kind of genetic fluke.
People started to disperse, some going home, some going to other parties. That left Nittle Grasper, Bad Luck, and... ASK. Shuichi gulped. Even now, he and Aizawa Tachi had bad blood between them. Nittle Grasper had invited Bad Luck to a bar, the same one where Tohma had gone when trying to puzzle out his feelings for Eiri. Unfortunately, ASK was tagging along as well. Shuichi hoped that they would keep to themselves.
The bands settled into the cozy atmosphere of the bar. Tohma was feeling rather empty, thus ordered a martini with two cherries. He hated olives, thought they made the drink taste bad. Shuichi busied himself by pouring approximately seventy-three packets of sugar into a Shirley temple. Tohma could hear Hiroshi telling Shuichi horror stories about the boy who made himself diabetic from doing that same thing. Strange how Shuichi drank it more slowly afterward, Tohma mused.
Ryuichi drank a Shirley temple as well, commenting with a laugh that it was difficult enough for him to find his way home as is, without having to do it "id as a drunkiot." Shuichi began laughing hysterically at this, causing cherry liquid to come out his nose. Tohma cringed. He'd done that once. Carbonated beverages were a bitch. Shuichi sniffled, hissed and muttered, rubbing his nose as Ryuichi tried in vain to not to laugh. Soon though, Tohma was staring at Shuichi again, much tot eh dismay of both of them. Tohma frowned. What WAS it that made Shuichi so fascinating to him? Tohma tipped back the rest of his martini, tying the cherry stems in knots and spitting them out. He had to resist the urge to wham his head down on the bar.
Aizawa Tachi looked at the two other bands with some amusement. Tohma was staring openly at Shuichi, who tried to look as if he didn't notice. Apparently Tohma was the one who didn't see how self-conscious Shuichi was getting. He snickered as Shuichi proceeded to laugh and spray his drink through his nose, narrowly missing a surprised bartender. Aizawa also noted how Tohma kept ordering drinks. Made what he was planning much, much easier. He sat back and waited, smirking as usual. He knew what Shuichi was, and would make sure that there would be no more of that sort of blood passed on. Except for what would be spilled on the floor, that is. Aizawa Tachi smiled a sadistic grin.
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Tohma couldn't call it jealousy exactly, because he was too fond of the both of them to- uh oh. There it was... he was in love with both of them. Oh. No.
"Tohma? Are you in here?" Came a voice. Tohma sighed mutely.
"Yes, Ryuichi. Over here." Tohma said quietly. Ryuichi walked over, grazing one hand across the sinks for orientation. He came to rest a hand on Tohma's shoulder. Tohma looked up into Ryuichi's eyes. Big mistake. The pale, barely ice blue eyes always entranced him, pulled him in. Even if they lacked focus, they always made his mouth go dry as if he were being stared at. Tohma pried his gaze away. Ryuichi sensed this, and frowned.
"Tohma." He began. "I think I know why you have been so distant lately." Ryuichi said, and Tohma's blood froze in his veins. There was no way Ryuichi could know, there simply wasn't. Although the idol was rarely this serious, his tone making Tohma's shoulders tense. Ryuichi began to massage them. "And why is that?" Tohma asked, trying to keep from purring at Ryuichi's touch. It had been so long since someone had touched him gently...
"You love one of us, don't you?" Ryuichi asked quietly. Tohma tensed again. "I...yes and no..." Tohma stumbled over his words, feeling very much like a fool. His eyes widened as Ryuichi put a hand on his cheek. Soft fingers caressed his face, as Ryuichi looked him over, so to speak. "That isn't a very good answer, Tohma." Ryuichi said with a soft smile, allowing a bit of his genki self to shine through for just a moment. That side of him had been obscured after the accident.
"I'm afraid I don't have a better one for you..." Muttered Tohma. Ryuichi embraced him for a moment, and then pulled back. Tohma was startled as Ryuichi locked him in an uncertain gaze. "You don't have to be so ashamed, Tohma. If it were Shuichi, he'd be flattered. And if it's me, then so would I. You held my gaze for a very long time, you know." Ryuichi admitted. Tohma gaped at him. "Now, come on! We don't want to miss desert, na no da!" Said genki Ryuichi. The two went back into the party, Ryuichi holding onto the bend in Tohma's suit discreetly.
Shuichi bit into his tiramisu glumly. Ryuichi had gone off to be with Tohma for a while. He knew he shouldn't be jealous, but he couldn't seem to the squish the feeling completely. It didn't help that Tohma came back with blushing pink cheeks and a very perky Ryuichi. Shuichi grinned as Ryuichi protested loudly at having dessert served in his absence.
Shuichi leaned over, taking Ryuichi's hand in his own. It was a half conscious move, partly of habit and partly of possessiveness. Ryuichi turned his head to face Shuichi, his ice blue eyes glittering at the prospect of great amounts of sugar. "What did you get, Shu-chan?" Ryuichi asked, unable to decide. "I got tiramisu. What are you going to get?" Shuichi asked, knowing exactly what Ryuichi was going to get. Everything! He'd eat about half of everything, love it, and then complain later about a stomachache. Shuichi found it adorable, but Ryuichi always grumbled about it. Shuichi laughed heartily as about fifteen plates of various treats were set in front of Ryuichi. He could see the waiters trying to not to laugh as well.
Tohma sighed for the millionth time that day. Mika had excused herself and returned home early. Not that Tohma was surprised, but Mika usually waited until at least a few hours later. Oh well. He felt his thoughts drift to what Hiroshi had said earlier. He also found himself staring at Shuichi as he thought. He had to admit, it sounded quite far- fetched. For some reason, however, it seemed to fit. Shuichi was unlike anyone he'd ever met. Some things just... didn't apply to him. Gender being one of them, he mused. Shuichi's pink hair was another factor. Such colors were rare, but Tohma had never once seen any sign of roots coming through. Unless he dyed his hair DAILY, which Tohma strongly doubted, it was all natural.
Shuichi squirmed, feeling Tohma's gaze. He didn't dare return it. Instead he concentrated on helping Ryuichi eat his desserts. Oh, Ryuichi was a dept at eating without making a mess, but eating fifteen plates of various sweets is a challenge for anyone. Shuichi noted that Ryuichi was 6 plates in without showing signs of slowing down. So THIS was why Ryuichi had eaten very little dinner. Shuichi smiled pleasantly. He had a very sneaky fiancé. Shuichi laughed as Ryuichi set a plate in front of Kumagorou (who was wearing a black bow for the occasion, and looking quite suave) on the floor.
Tohma kept right on staring. It all made sense. Well...actually it didn't, but it made MORE sense at least. Shuichi wasn't human, or perhaps some sort of human subspecies. He had tried to deny it at the time, the cat- slitted eyes and increased strength. Tohma shifted in his seat, feeling oddly inadequate. He was sitting at a table with 23 humans, and a Shuichi. It bothered Tohma that he couldn't classify Shuichi, causing him to frown. Were there others like him? Tohma had never seen any of Shuichi's family, so there was no way of knowing if the traits were inherited, or if Shuichi was some kind of genetic fluke.
People started to disperse, some going home, some going to other parties. That left Nittle Grasper, Bad Luck, and... ASK. Shuichi gulped. Even now, he and Aizawa Tachi had bad blood between them. Nittle Grasper had invited Bad Luck to a bar, the same one where Tohma had gone when trying to puzzle out his feelings for Eiri. Unfortunately, ASK was tagging along as well. Shuichi hoped that they would keep to themselves.
The bands settled into the cozy atmosphere of the bar. Tohma was feeling rather empty, thus ordered a martini with two cherries. He hated olives, thought they made the drink taste bad. Shuichi busied himself by pouring approximately seventy-three packets of sugar into a Shirley temple. Tohma could hear Hiroshi telling Shuichi horror stories about the boy who made himself diabetic from doing that same thing. Strange how Shuichi drank it more slowly afterward, Tohma mused.
Ryuichi drank a Shirley temple as well, commenting with a laugh that it was difficult enough for him to find his way home as is, without having to do it "id as a drunkiot." Shuichi began laughing hysterically at this, causing cherry liquid to come out his nose. Tohma cringed. He'd done that once. Carbonated beverages were a bitch. Shuichi sniffled, hissed and muttered, rubbing his nose as Ryuichi tried in vain to not to laugh. Soon though, Tohma was staring at Shuichi again, much tot eh dismay of both of them. Tohma frowned. What WAS it that made Shuichi so fascinating to him? Tohma tipped back the rest of his martini, tying the cherry stems in knots and spitting them out. He had to resist the urge to wham his head down on the bar.
Aizawa Tachi looked at the two other bands with some amusement. Tohma was staring openly at Shuichi, who tried to look as if he didn't notice. Apparently Tohma was the one who didn't see how self-conscious Shuichi was getting. He snickered as Shuichi proceeded to laugh and spray his drink through his nose, narrowly missing a surprised bartender. Aizawa also noted how Tohma kept ordering drinks. Made what he was planning much, much easier. He sat back and waited, smirking as usual. He knew what Shuichi was, and would make sure that there would be no more of that sort of blood passed on. Except for what would be spilled on the floor, that is. Aizawa Tachi smiled a sadistic grin.