Ryuichi jumped, not really expecting a reaction. A grin touched his face
for the first time in months. "Tohma!" He cried happily, putting his hand
on Tohma's cheek, noticing in a dull way that it was only marginally
warmer.
"Guess... I got...a. green...one huh?" Tohma asked lightly, slightly out of breath. Ryuichi chuckled in spite of himself. "Yes, you did. You... you scared me, Tohma. You truly did." Ryuichi said, his voice trailing off.
A pause.
"Your eyes..." Tohma said, somewhat hesitantly. Ryuichi cast his gaze downward immediately. At least he thought he did, he could never be sure. He wouldn't tell anyone, but he was very sensitive about his eyes. He knew they looked different, but anyone he asked refused to give him a straight answer.
"How... are they?" Ryuichi asked quietly, and twice as hesitantly. He heard Tohma shift slightly, probably feeling a bit awkward.
"They are-"
"TOHMA!!" Came a voice from the doorway, causing both of the men to nearly bolt through the ceiling. Ryuichi quickly let go of Tohma's hands, hoping it didn't offend him too badly. Ryuichi blinked at the sound of Mika practically throwing herself on top of the bed, showering a practically defenseless Tohma in a barrage of noisy kisses. The idol made a face, turning toward the doorway to leave.
Something was in his way.
"Who is that?" He asked in a somewhat perturbed tone. This person could see, so why the hell weren't they moving? When he received no answer, his right hand began to rise upward.
Shuichi stayed silent, just watching his idol. Quite clearly peeved, Ryuichi had his hand raised. Shuichi wonder curiously if his idol were going to strike him. Shuichi noted that he would deserve it for not identifying himself, but his curiosity won yet again. He stared straight into the idol's eyes, the colorless irises not bothering him in the slightest. He noted again that they were actually quite lovely. Almost silver, with the pupils a slightly darker shade of the same austere gray. Shuichi had never been one to get lost in someone's eyes, but this man had done it. Shuichi's thoughts were broken as a hand landed on his cheek.
The hand traced his jawbone... his cheekbones... his nose... the delicate touch lingered slightly over his eyes, curiously pondering something that was no longer known to him. Shuichi didn't notice the two sets of eyes watching them from the bed, peering at them silently.
Ryuichi's finger moved down the singers face, tickling slightly. Shuichi smiled a bit, noticing that Ryuichi felt it and mirrored the expression. The fingers traced his lips, their owner licking his own lips slightly.
"Shuichi..." The idol breathed, putting only air behind his words, desire evident on his face. Having unknowingly inched themselves toward the door, they shut it behind them, leaving Shuichi once again pinned against the wall by his God.
Tohma and Mika stared at the door. "Well that was rude." Scoffed Mika. Tohma laughed softly. "And what was it you did when you first entered the room, Mika-san?" He offered. Mika frowned at him, and resumed cuddling.
Tohma, however, had his mind on other things. He distinctly heard Shuichi's voice in his mind, he knew this. He also had heard strange things about the singer that had intrigued (though also slightly disturbed) him. If he knew one thing, it was that Shuichi wasn't human. At least, not completely.
Tohma sighed. His head was starting to hurt again.
Shuichi moaned quietly as Ryuichi wet lips met his own once again. He knew that a hospital hallway was not the place for such doings, yet he couldn't seem to stop. The two singers were pushed against the wall, hands intertwined in each others hair. (Amongst other places.)
"Mmm... Sakuma-san... we need to go somewhere..." Shuichi managed betwixt the passionate kisses. He felt the other man nod slightly, but keep going. Shuichi gently broke the kiss, caressing Ryuichi's cheek. "My apartment?" Shuichi asked. Ryuichi leaned over, his mouth next to the singer's ear. "Lead the way." The idol whispered huskily, giving Shuichi chills... and slightly tighter pants...
After Mika left, Tohma fell into a light sleep. However, it last a good 20 minutes before someone knocked on the door, jarring him wide awake again. He thought, feeling rather miffed, that someone who was just comatose should be at least allowed to rest, but stayed quiet.
A rather timid looking Hiroshi peeked into the slightly open door. Tohma waved him inside wearily. Hiroshi stepped inside, his expression changing to a more serious one. Tohma gestured to the chair by the bed, hoping that if the guitarist was here, then he might get some useful information out of him. Hiroshi took the chair, locking Tohma's gaze.
"He pulled me out." Tohma said, his fatigue making him rather astute. Hiroshi's eyes narrowed just slightly. "No, you pulled yourself out. He just let you the energy and focus to do it with. A foothold, if you will. Without Shuichi connected to you, you would have gone deeper and deeper into it, until you eventually died." Hiroshi stated bluntly. Tohma blinked. He hadn't been expecting that.
Tohma regained his composure almost immediately, bringing forth the question that had been on his mind for quite some time.
"Nakano-san." Tohma began. "Tell me directly. What. IS. Shindou-san." He stated with a strict expression.
Shuichi caught himself wondering about the Nittle Grasper posters he had on the walls of his room. What would Ryuichi think? Shuichi had the urge to kick himself afterward, but knew that the idol had no idea what went on inside his head, and would not be offended. Shuichi also realized that while he had been thinking about, he had lost several items of clothing that were now thrown carelessly all over the room. He was glad he picked his apartment for several reasons. First of all, he didn't share it with anyone. Second of all, it was difficult to hear through the walls thanks to the soundproofing for his music. Third of all, his pants were off.
Wait, that wasn't it...
Hiroshi fidgeted slightly, avoiding Tohma's piercing gaze. "You're not... really... supposed to know what he is exactly. It goes against some rule." Hiroshi said vaguely, causing Tohma to frown. "I think, given the circumstances, I'm involved enough to know, Nakano-san." He stated.
Hiroshi himself felt rather ill. Tohma believed that Shuichi was different, had proof of it, but he was surely going to lose him if he told the president what his best friend truly was. Uttering the words was enough threat to Shuichi alone, without having some sort of confrontation about it.
"Seguchi-san..." Hiroshi began hesitantly. "Do you believe in reincarnation?" He asked, looking up at Tohma through his eyelashes, but keeping his head down. Tohma didn't say anything for a moment. "I've never had a reason to." Came a quiet reply, the question in the statement clear.
"Shu is a reincarnation of someone very important." Hiroshi said quietly, unconsciously holding his breath. There was silence for a moment.
"Who?"
"Guess... I got...a. green...one huh?" Tohma asked lightly, slightly out of breath. Ryuichi chuckled in spite of himself. "Yes, you did. You... you scared me, Tohma. You truly did." Ryuichi said, his voice trailing off.
A pause.
"Your eyes..." Tohma said, somewhat hesitantly. Ryuichi cast his gaze downward immediately. At least he thought he did, he could never be sure. He wouldn't tell anyone, but he was very sensitive about his eyes. He knew they looked different, but anyone he asked refused to give him a straight answer.
"How... are they?" Ryuichi asked quietly, and twice as hesitantly. He heard Tohma shift slightly, probably feeling a bit awkward.
"They are-"
"TOHMA!!" Came a voice from the doorway, causing both of the men to nearly bolt through the ceiling. Ryuichi quickly let go of Tohma's hands, hoping it didn't offend him too badly. Ryuichi blinked at the sound of Mika practically throwing herself on top of the bed, showering a practically defenseless Tohma in a barrage of noisy kisses. The idol made a face, turning toward the doorway to leave.
Something was in his way.
"Who is that?" He asked in a somewhat perturbed tone. This person could see, so why the hell weren't they moving? When he received no answer, his right hand began to rise upward.
Shuichi stayed silent, just watching his idol. Quite clearly peeved, Ryuichi had his hand raised. Shuichi wonder curiously if his idol were going to strike him. Shuichi noted that he would deserve it for not identifying himself, but his curiosity won yet again. He stared straight into the idol's eyes, the colorless irises not bothering him in the slightest. He noted again that they were actually quite lovely. Almost silver, with the pupils a slightly darker shade of the same austere gray. Shuichi had never been one to get lost in someone's eyes, but this man had done it. Shuichi's thoughts were broken as a hand landed on his cheek.
The hand traced his jawbone... his cheekbones... his nose... the delicate touch lingered slightly over his eyes, curiously pondering something that was no longer known to him. Shuichi didn't notice the two sets of eyes watching them from the bed, peering at them silently.
Ryuichi's finger moved down the singers face, tickling slightly. Shuichi smiled a bit, noticing that Ryuichi felt it and mirrored the expression. The fingers traced his lips, their owner licking his own lips slightly.
"Shuichi..." The idol breathed, putting only air behind his words, desire evident on his face. Having unknowingly inched themselves toward the door, they shut it behind them, leaving Shuichi once again pinned against the wall by his God.
Tohma and Mika stared at the door. "Well that was rude." Scoffed Mika. Tohma laughed softly. "And what was it you did when you first entered the room, Mika-san?" He offered. Mika frowned at him, and resumed cuddling.
Tohma, however, had his mind on other things. He distinctly heard Shuichi's voice in his mind, he knew this. He also had heard strange things about the singer that had intrigued (though also slightly disturbed) him. If he knew one thing, it was that Shuichi wasn't human. At least, not completely.
Tohma sighed. His head was starting to hurt again.
Shuichi moaned quietly as Ryuichi wet lips met his own once again. He knew that a hospital hallway was not the place for such doings, yet he couldn't seem to stop. The two singers were pushed against the wall, hands intertwined in each others hair. (Amongst other places.)
"Mmm... Sakuma-san... we need to go somewhere..." Shuichi managed betwixt the passionate kisses. He felt the other man nod slightly, but keep going. Shuichi gently broke the kiss, caressing Ryuichi's cheek. "My apartment?" Shuichi asked. Ryuichi leaned over, his mouth next to the singer's ear. "Lead the way." The idol whispered huskily, giving Shuichi chills... and slightly tighter pants...
After Mika left, Tohma fell into a light sleep. However, it last a good 20 minutes before someone knocked on the door, jarring him wide awake again. He thought, feeling rather miffed, that someone who was just comatose should be at least allowed to rest, but stayed quiet.
A rather timid looking Hiroshi peeked into the slightly open door. Tohma waved him inside wearily. Hiroshi stepped inside, his expression changing to a more serious one. Tohma gestured to the chair by the bed, hoping that if the guitarist was here, then he might get some useful information out of him. Hiroshi took the chair, locking Tohma's gaze.
"He pulled me out." Tohma said, his fatigue making him rather astute. Hiroshi's eyes narrowed just slightly. "No, you pulled yourself out. He just let you the energy and focus to do it with. A foothold, if you will. Without Shuichi connected to you, you would have gone deeper and deeper into it, until you eventually died." Hiroshi stated bluntly. Tohma blinked. He hadn't been expecting that.
Tohma regained his composure almost immediately, bringing forth the question that had been on his mind for quite some time.
"Nakano-san." Tohma began. "Tell me directly. What. IS. Shindou-san." He stated with a strict expression.
Shuichi caught himself wondering about the Nittle Grasper posters he had on the walls of his room. What would Ryuichi think? Shuichi had the urge to kick himself afterward, but knew that the idol had no idea what went on inside his head, and would not be offended. Shuichi also realized that while he had been thinking about, he had lost several items of clothing that were now thrown carelessly all over the room. He was glad he picked his apartment for several reasons. First of all, he didn't share it with anyone. Second of all, it was difficult to hear through the walls thanks to the soundproofing for his music. Third of all, his pants were off.
Wait, that wasn't it...
Hiroshi fidgeted slightly, avoiding Tohma's piercing gaze. "You're not... really... supposed to know what he is exactly. It goes against some rule." Hiroshi said vaguely, causing Tohma to frown. "I think, given the circumstances, I'm involved enough to know, Nakano-san." He stated.
Hiroshi himself felt rather ill. Tohma believed that Shuichi was different, had proof of it, but he was surely going to lose him if he told the president what his best friend truly was. Uttering the words was enough threat to Shuichi alone, without having some sort of confrontation about it.
"Seguchi-san..." Hiroshi began hesitantly. "Do you believe in reincarnation?" He asked, looking up at Tohma through his eyelashes, but keeping his head down. Tohma didn't say anything for a moment. "I've never had a reason to." Came a quiet reply, the question in the statement clear.
"Shu is a reincarnation of someone very important." Hiroshi said quietly, unconsciously holding his breath. There was silence for a moment.
"Who?"