Russian Blue
Author's Notes: Chapter 23. Fist of all, Happy New Year. I hope this 2004 brings you and yours happiness, joyfulness and good fortune. I also hope that this new years brings loads of goodies for all. Goodies are good! ^.^ My back's out - I injured it while doing house work. Now it hurts so very much! T.T But good thing is that maybe I get to see that ER episode I really, really like (the one where Carter goes to the Congo to bring back Luka's body, but turns out Luka ain't dead?? Yeah, that one!!) PLUS my mom is here and she's making me good company with my poor back situation. Thanks mum!!! (kiss kiss)
Disclaimer: Fake! Belongs to Sanami Matoh and her people. Other characters and plots are my idea. The song is none other than "More" as sung by Trace Atkins.
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The day couldn't be put in to words, really. It was as perfect as in one of those pictures you often see in postal that tell you just how wonderful life is in other parts of the world and just makes you want to go there, even if it is just for a little while, you know? Gaiev's eyes looked at the beautiful night sky through the glass windows of his room, feeling this awesome feeling of warmth inside, something he couldn't possibly explain, even if he tried hard enough to. He'd been feeling like this ever since he got out of the hospital and in to this rehab clinic, that it was more like a withdrawal camp, one of those places that are out of the city and in this quiet little country side town, with nice rooms and bed sheets that don't smell like sickness. His sister, Alexeyena, had insisted that he'd entered in to this clinic's rehab program. "Three months is not a long time, and you need to be away from the hustle of the city, little brother," she'd said. Ryo had agreed. He needed to be away from all the bad stuff going on in New York, and forget everything for a while, even though it had taken him a little over a month to grab on to that state of mind. The psychiatric help had been excellent for him. He remembered telling the doctor (a very nice lady that wore big, thick glasses that took over most of her face) just how much he'd wished his life was different somehow - maybe if he'd gone to a different school, maybe if he'd hung out with different friends, or maybe if he'd been someone different somehow. But then again, if he'd been different, maybe he'd never met Ryo and he'd never been in this love- high he was in. Out of all the good things in his life, Gaiev had to admit, Ryo was the best thing. And even if he only got to see him recently - a month's try and then a nice reward on the first Saturday of the second month, when he got visitors and Ryo was one of them, along with Carol, Bikky, Alex, Ivan (Alexeyena's husband) and his sister. He'd missed Ryo's lips so much that the kiss he gave him still lived in his lips, much after they'd gone.
He sighed. Everything bad was over now. Everything was back to good and it would stay like that for as long as God willed it to be. Because things where as God's will have wanted them to be: him in love with Ryo, and Ryo in love with him. And then, when he got out of the rehab clinic, he would go with Ryo, and live with him, and they would have dinners, and friends over, and make love... and then he would go to art school. Yes. He wanted that. He wanted to go back to art school and become the painter he always wanted to be. He'd already done a few portraits while inside the clinic, and the workshop teacher had been praising him over his technique. Well, while in Russia, he'd been attending one of the best art schools in the country in St Petersburg, why not here, in the U.S.? He still dreamed of having his work portrayed in a big-shot New York gallery, even if it was only as a student, or for a little while.
[If anybody had told me anybody's have a hold on me, I'd a said they were out of their mind, Speaking of crazy, I'm finding lately, All I want, all I need, all the time is, More of your sweet love, too much just ain't enough, I've never been in a fix like this before, Too strong to resist, I don't know when to quit, Like a kid in a candy store, I'll be coming back for more!
I can't explain it; I'm more than infatuated, You got me good, I got it bad, There's no doubt about it, I can't live without it, What you got, I just got to have, so give me More of your sweet love, too much just ain't enough, I've never been in a fix like this before, Too strong to resist, I don't know when to quit, Like a kid in a candy store, I'll be coming back for more!
Too strong to resist, I don't know when to quit, Like a kid in a candy store, I'll be coming back for more! You keep me coming back for more! You keep me coming back for more and more and more and more and more!!]
"Letter", the nurse said. He was working on a painting that rainy day when the letter came. He took a look at the address and restrained a scream of joy that was soon followed by a jump that bumped over some red paint and to avoid being hit by the splash of red he had to jump back and in that movement he stumbled over another patient-painter. In short: he made a terrible mess. He jumped in to his bed later that evening (after kindly volunteering to clean up the mess he'd made) and quickly opened the letter. He wanted to swallow the entire words that letter said, Russian words that came from the other side of the ocean, from a place he once called home.
(Translation)
"Lovah' boy:
Alexeyena gave me the address of the clinic you are now. In fact, she gave me the hole, "you're his best friend, you should know he's still alive" speech over the phone. I decided to write this letter in hopes that you are alive and well, and to see if there's still that same old feeling of friendship between us. I understand what you did back then, and I am thankful for it. I owe you my life.
You'll be happy to know me and Ana got married and now are blissfully divorced, yet remain good friends. We had a beautiful daughter while still married and a radiant son long after that was over. We named the girl Oksana (6 years old next June, so you better have a good present, you bastard!!) and we named the boy Gaiev (2 years old coming next September), like that long lost friend we once had (you HAVE to come back and be this boy's godfather or else I swear I'll induce him in to the Dark Rituals!). I add pictures; the fat walrus in white in the family picture is me. Yes, I have grown fatter, lazier and cynical, yet I keep my cool-looking hair! I couldn't be an outlaw, so I became a lawyer. And in this note, you'll also be happy to know that I have taken all your family's estates and now I own your fag ass!! No, I'm kidding, I'm kidding (or am I???) I am officially the Borinskaya family lawyer. Cool, hum? And Alexeyena said I wouldn't amount to anything!!! I bet even your father is surprised at how good I've done in life - I think he would be more surprised now than when you told him you where gay and then he said that I was your lover, remember? I think mother died believing that, even though I told her many times that it wasn't true (even made sure to get caught in bed with a girl, just to make things clear. My father was relieved, mind that)
I leave you now, my friend. Say hello to Alexeyena for me - and what's this I hear?? You have a new boyfriend and I haven't even given my approval for this relationship!? Details! Details!
Hope you come back here sometime or you'll welcome me in to your insane asylum so we can hang together from a balcony and pretend we're bats to scare the living shit out of the normals.
Love and Friendship always Micka"
Gaiev laughed. He missed his friend Micka and to read that he was alive and well had brought him a sense of joy he'd never experimented before. It was weird. He ran inside his room, took out a piece of paper and began to write every single detail, good and bad, to his long lost friend, whom he hoped he would see again... soon.
"A letter from Micka?" Alexeyena asked in Russian. Every time they got together with no American friends in sight, they would speak their native language, a fact that Gaiev appreciated very much because it reminded him of places and people close and dear to his heart.
"I decided to write back, telling him everything that went on after we moved to England. I think he deserves to know the entire truth, from my side of the story," he looked over at Alexeyena with a suspicious look she simply ignored.
"What was I supposed to do? I called Rice, he tells me he's no longer dealing with the family affairs, he gives me the number for this lawyer in Moscow, I call and it turns out to be Micka! Who knew he was that smart?!"
Gaiev laughed, but then went in to a quiet spell that Alexeyena noticed and knew what it was about, but said nothing about it until Gaiev asked, "How's the family?"
"Fine. Me and Ivan have parted now. It's for the best - it was in good terms."
"I'm so sorry."
"Don't be. His secretary in Albany isn't sorry. Neither should you. Alex is good. He's with his new nanny."
"New nanny?"
"That girl, Carol. She takes care of him while I work or come here. She's in home a lot too - she's pregnant, I think."
"Really?" Gaiev sounded surprised, then gasped when he saw Carol the next day, pregnant and all, "Wow! 'Ow long have I've been 'ere?"
"Two and a half months, I ain't that pregnant yet, so don't start," she commented as she sat down on the bench just outside the garden. Gaiev sat next to her, "Can I touch it anyway?" he asked. She opened her arms and exposed her belly (even though it wasn't that big, it was in fact just a wee little thing popping out), "Be my guest," she sighed.
It was kinda' funny touching a pregnant woman's belly, Gaiev thought. Yet there was something marvelous about the fact that another life was being formed inside that fragile surface of skin. He looked over at Carol and giggled, "its funny t' think tha' a little Bikky is going to come out of 'ere," he said, making Carol laugh.
"Don't remind me. The sheer thought of it makes me think twice about letting this baby out!" she winked. Gaiev knew that she was kidding; she loved Bikky very much and the truth was that she was as happy as ever, you could tell - motherhood did wonders for her. She looked in to her purse and pulled out a letter she gave to Gaiev, who looked at it with a sad frown that was not unnoticed by Carol.
"Don't," she said softly, running her hand along Gaiev's hair. Gaiev wanted so badly to cry but restrained himself from doing so, "Gaiev..."
"Sorry," he said, "It's just tha' - I miss 'im, that's all..."
"You'll be out in a week, dearest, you'll be able to see him then," she said trying to make things better, not being able to get the effect she wanted. She sighed, "He's alright," she looked up in to the sky to avoid looking in to Gaiev's sad puppy eyes, "He's been working a lot - taking extra-hours, double shifts. He has a major surprise for you, that's why he hasn't been able to come and visit. But you've gotten every single one of this letters, right?"
"All ten of them," Gaiev forced a smile, "It's nice of you an' Bikky to come an' deliver them personally. O though, I must confess, I never expected Bikky to come and deliver a letter; I didn't think 'e liked me much."
"He's like that," Carol nodded, "It took him a while to accept the fact that Ryo is gay - and it took him a little while longer to accept Dee as Ryo's lover. Then Dee died, so it's only natural for Bikky to be on the look-out for Ryo; he is, after all, his father, and there's nothing Bikky wouldn't do for that man. But I think he's come to good terms with you and Ryo - I really do."
Gaiev looked at the letter with a soft grin and placed it inside his shirt, "I'll read this later," he said, "I want to take my time to savor every word."
"He'll be here to pick you up next week," Carol said holding his hand, "And then, you two can talk and kiss all the way to the city. He's coming a-lo- ne" she waggled her eyebrows.
Gaiev squeaked and did a sort of jig.
It was nice to leave. It was nice to consider himself "Sane and Healthy" after a while. The psychologist there (the nice lady with glasses for a face) recommended him to continue his psychological evaluations with a known doctor of hers and Gaiev nodded kindly. He really wanted to get everything out, but that would come later. Much, much later. Because at the moment he saw Ryo standing in the gates, he forgot everything and ran towards him, threw himself in to his arms and kissed him deeply, tears of joy running freely down his face. It was his Ryo, holding him tightly, embracing him, filling him with love and warmth, kissing his lips over, and over, and over again; it was his breath over his skin, his fingers tangling in his hair, his eyes looking in to his, his voice saying, "I've missed you, my love". It was Ryo, all of Ryo for him and only for him. Gaiev nodded as Ryo wiped away some of the tears, "I've missed you too," he said, or tried to say over the soft sobs he was giving. They hugged again before being interrupted by the head of the clinic giving a deep "AHEM!"
"Sorry," Gaiev apologized, taking his bag.
"Now, I want you to keep in mind Dr. Fielding," the lady said, "He's a good therapist, and a good friend of mine. Be good, you hear me?" she hugged him slightly.
"Yes, ma'am," he said. Ryo took his bag and placed it in the backseat of the car as Gaiev climbed inside. As soon as Ryo was inside, Gaiev leaned over to kiss him again, a kiss that was not denied by Ryo, who placed a hand on Gaiev's lower jaw line, drawing him closer to him. They broke the kiss to catch their breaths and to laugh at each other's hunger.
"Well," Ryo said turning on the ignition, "I think it's fair to say that we desperately need to get home."
"Yes," Gaiev sat back, seatbelt and sunglasses on. Ryo looked over, "I can't believe you're finally here, with me."
"Imagine 'ow I feel, luv," Gaiev grinned. One last small kiss and off they went, talking about stuff that had been going on, stopping at a gas station n' store to get some cokes, bags of hot cheetos, a smoothie, a pack of cigarettes and some gas for the car. Off again.
"Ivan's dead," Ryo said bluntly, making Gaiev almost die as he almost chocked with a cheeto.
"What?!"
"Yeah... ummm... a drug hit, apparently. He got shot during a celebrity gala over at the Museum of Modern Arts. I tried to pretend I wasn't happy about it but I couldn't help it. I even saved the newspaper for you," Ryo said, smiling to Gaiev, who looked as if somebody had told him there was a panda growing in his neck. Ryo giggled, "I'm not kidding."
"I know you're not... still... wow..."
"Somehow I expected a bigger reaction to the news," Ryo laughed as they came to a red light.
"What? Something like this?" Gaiev asked before undoing his seatbelt, climbing half-out of the window and screaming to the top of his lungs, "YEAH!! WHOOOOAAA!!! YES! YES! HE'S DEAD! HE'S DEAD!!! YEEEEEESSSS!!! I'M FREEEEE!!!" then climbing back in, slightly out of breath, "Something like that?"
"..." Ryo was looking at him with awe. Gaiev leaned back again, buckling his seatbelt once more as the light turned green.
"No, never. I will never do such a display of emotions. I'm almost British, I should know better."
Ryo looked ahead as he began to drive. Then, he broke in to laughter, "You're crazy!" he said.
"Crazy about you," Gaiev replied, then looked out, "Where're we going? I don't recall this street to 'ead to your apartment... or mine for that matter..."
"That's because we're not going to my apartment... or yours."
"Where are we going then?"
"To our place."
"Wait - did you just say... *our* place?" Ryo nodded.
"You'll see," he said, turning right, then left, then right again. They came to a stop in front of a small yet nice house, with a small front yard that had a big sign that said "Sold" in the front, "Ta-dah!" Ryo said, stopping the car, Gaiev's eyes big and mouth open, "Our place!"
Gaiev turned to Ryo, "You mean it?" he asked, his voice breaking as tears began to appear in his eyes.
"I mean it with every fiber in my soul when I say that I love you, and that I don't want to be away from you. That I've missed you more than I could of imagine that I would and that I never want to leave you," Ryo held his hand and kissed it. Gaiev threw himself over, his arms around Ryo's neck, lips locked together. It was nice, yet there were much _nicer_ things they could be doing... in doors...
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Notes: Yes! Micka appears as a special guest here. If you don't know who Micka is, then it's just that you haven't read "Russian Blue: Days of Old" posted at Fictionpress.com so don't complain. My back is doing a little better BTW. You know what's the weird thing today? Every time I open my box of memories and open one of Alex's letters, the song "What might have been" by Little Texas pops up in the radio. It's eerie. @.@
DanielBlair_5@hotmail.com
Author's Notes: Chapter 23. Fist of all, Happy New Year. I hope this 2004 brings you and yours happiness, joyfulness and good fortune. I also hope that this new years brings loads of goodies for all. Goodies are good! ^.^ My back's out - I injured it while doing house work. Now it hurts so very much! T.T But good thing is that maybe I get to see that ER episode I really, really like (the one where Carter goes to the Congo to bring back Luka's body, but turns out Luka ain't dead?? Yeah, that one!!) PLUS my mom is here and she's making me good company with my poor back situation. Thanks mum!!! (kiss kiss)
Disclaimer: Fake! Belongs to Sanami Matoh and her people. Other characters and plots are my idea. The song is none other than "More" as sung by Trace Atkins.
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The day couldn't be put in to words, really. It was as perfect as in one of those pictures you often see in postal that tell you just how wonderful life is in other parts of the world and just makes you want to go there, even if it is just for a little while, you know? Gaiev's eyes looked at the beautiful night sky through the glass windows of his room, feeling this awesome feeling of warmth inside, something he couldn't possibly explain, even if he tried hard enough to. He'd been feeling like this ever since he got out of the hospital and in to this rehab clinic, that it was more like a withdrawal camp, one of those places that are out of the city and in this quiet little country side town, with nice rooms and bed sheets that don't smell like sickness. His sister, Alexeyena, had insisted that he'd entered in to this clinic's rehab program. "Three months is not a long time, and you need to be away from the hustle of the city, little brother," she'd said. Ryo had agreed. He needed to be away from all the bad stuff going on in New York, and forget everything for a while, even though it had taken him a little over a month to grab on to that state of mind. The psychiatric help had been excellent for him. He remembered telling the doctor (a very nice lady that wore big, thick glasses that took over most of her face) just how much he'd wished his life was different somehow - maybe if he'd gone to a different school, maybe if he'd hung out with different friends, or maybe if he'd been someone different somehow. But then again, if he'd been different, maybe he'd never met Ryo and he'd never been in this love- high he was in. Out of all the good things in his life, Gaiev had to admit, Ryo was the best thing. And even if he only got to see him recently - a month's try and then a nice reward on the first Saturday of the second month, when he got visitors and Ryo was one of them, along with Carol, Bikky, Alex, Ivan (Alexeyena's husband) and his sister. He'd missed Ryo's lips so much that the kiss he gave him still lived in his lips, much after they'd gone.
He sighed. Everything bad was over now. Everything was back to good and it would stay like that for as long as God willed it to be. Because things where as God's will have wanted them to be: him in love with Ryo, and Ryo in love with him. And then, when he got out of the rehab clinic, he would go with Ryo, and live with him, and they would have dinners, and friends over, and make love... and then he would go to art school. Yes. He wanted that. He wanted to go back to art school and become the painter he always wanted to be. He'd already done a few portraits while inside the clinic, and the workshop teacher had been praising him over his technique. Well, while in Russia, he'd been attending one of the best art schools in the country in St Petersburg, why not here, in the U.S.? He still dreamed of having his work portrayed in a big-shot New York gallery, even if it was only as a student, or for a little while.
[If anybody had told me anybody's have a hold on me, I'd a said they were out of their mind, Speaking of crazy, I'm finding lately, All I want, all I need, all the time is, More of your sweet love, too much just ain't enough, I've never been in a fix like this before, Too strong to resist, I don't know when to quit, Like a kid in a candy store, I'll be coming back for more!
I can't explain it; I'm more than infatuated, You got me good, I got it bad, There's no doubt about it, I can't live without it, What you got, I just got to have, so give me More of your sweet love, too much just ain't enough, I've never been in a fix like this before, Too strong to resist, I don't know when to quit, Like a kid in a candy store, I'll be coming back for more!
Too strong to resist, I don't know when to quit, Like a kid in a candy store, I'll be coming back for more! You keep me coming back for more! You keep me coming back for more and more and more and more and more!!]
"Letter", the nurse said. He was working on a painting that rainy day when the letter came. He took a look at the address and restrained a scream of joy that was soon followed by a jump that bumped over some red paint and to avoid being hit by the splash of red he had to jump back and in that movement he stumbled over another patient-painter. In short: he made a terrible mess. He jumped in to his bed later that evening (after kindly volunteering to clean up the mess he'd made) and quickly opened the letter. He wanted to swallow the entire words that letter said, Russian words that came from the other side of the ocean, from a place he once called home.
(Translation)
"Lovah' boy:
Alexeyena gave me the address of the clinic you are now. In fact, she gave me the hole, "you're his best friend, you should know he's still alive" speech over the phone. I decided to write this letter in hopes that you are alive and well, and to see if there's still that same old feeling of friendship between us. I understand what you did back then, and I am thankful for it. I owe you my life.
You'll be happy to know me and Ana got married and now are blissfully divorced, yet remain good friends. We had a beautiful daughter while still married and a radiant son long after that was over. We named the girl Oksana (6 years old next June, so you better have a good present, you bastard!!) and we named the boy Gaiev (2 years old coming next September), like that long lost friend we once had (you HAVE to come back and be this boy's godfather or else I swear I'll induce him in to the Dark Rituals!). I add pictures; the fat walrus in white in the family picture is me. Yes, I have grown fatter, lazier and cynical, yet I keep my cool-looking hair! I couldn't be an outlaw, so I became a lawyer. And in this note, you'll also be happy to know that I have taken all your family's estates and now I own your fag ass!! No, I'm kidding, I'm kidding (or am I???) I am officially the Borinskaya family lawyer. Cool, hum? And Alexeyena said I wouldn't amount to anything!!! I bet even your father is surprised at how good I've done in life - I think he would be more surprised now than when you told him you where gay and then he said that I was your lover, remember? I think mother died believing that, even though I told her many times that it wasn't true (even made sure to get caught in bed with a girl, just to make things clear. My father was relieved, mind that)
I leave you now, my friend. Say hello to Alexeyena for me - and what's this I hear?? You have a new boyfriend and I haven't even given my approval for this relationship!? Details! Details!
Hope you come back here sometime or you'll welcome me in to your insane asylum so we can hang together from a balcony and pretend we're bats to scare the living shit out of the normals.
Love and Friendship always Micka"
Gaiev laughed. He missed his friend Micka and to read that he was alive and well had brought him a sense of joy he'd never experimented before. It was weird. He ran inside his room, took out a piece of paper and began to write every single detail, good and bad, to his long lost friend, whom he hoped he would see again... soon.
"A letter from Micka?" Alexeyena asked in Russian. Every time they got together with no American friends in sight, they would speak their native language, a fact that Gaiev appreciated very much because it reminded him of places and people close and dear to his heart.
"I decided to write back, telling him everything that went on after we moved to England. I think he deserves to know the entire truth, from my side of the story," he looked over at Alexeyena with a suspicious look she simply ignored.
"What was I supposed to do? I called Rice, he tells me he's no longer dealing with the family affairs, he gives me the number for this lawyer in Moscow, I call and it turns out to be Micka! Who knew he was that smart?!"
Gaiev laughed, but then went in to a quiet spell that Alexeyena noticed and knew what it was about, but said nothing about it until Gaiev asked, "How's the family?"
"Fine. Me and Ivan have parted now. It's for the best - it was in good terms."
"I'm so sorry."
"Don't be. His secretary in Albany isn't sorry. Neither should you. Alex is good. He's with his new nanny."
"New nanny?"
"That girl, Carol. She takes care of him while I work or come here. She's in home a lot too - she's pregnant, I think."
"Really?" Gaiev sounded surprised, then gasped when he saw Carol the next day, pregnant and all, "Wow! 'Ow long have I've been 'ere?"
"Two and a half months, I ain't that pregnant yet, so don't start," she commented as she sat down on the bench just outside the garden. Gaiev sat next to her, "Can I touch it anyway?" he asked. She opened her arms and exposed her belly (even though it wasn't that big, it was in fact just a wee little thing popping out), "Be my guest," she sighed.
It was kinda' funny touching a pregnant woman's belly, Gaiev thought. Yet there was something marvelous about the fact that another life was being formed inside that fragile surface of skin. He looked over at Carol and giggled, "its funny t' think tha' a little Bikky is going to come out of 'ere," he said, making Carol laugh.
"Don't remind me. The sheer thought of it makes me think twice about letting this baby out!" she winked. Gaiev knew that she was kidding; she loved Bikky very much and the truth was that she was as happy as ever, you could tell - motherhood did wonders for her. She looked in to her purse and pulled out a letter she gave to Gaiev, who looked at it with a sad frown that was not unnoticed by Carol.
"Don't," she said softly, running her hand along Gaiev's hair. Gaiev wanted so badly to cry but restrained himself from doing so, "Gaiev..."
"Sorry," he said, "It's just tha' - I miss 'im, that's all..."
"You'll be out in a week, dearest, you'll be able to see him then," she said trying to make things better, not being able to get the effect she wanted. She sighed, "He's alright," she looked up in to the sky to avoid looking in to Gaiev's sad puppy eyes, "He's been working a lot - taking extra-hours, double shifts. He has a major surprise for you, that's why he hasn't been able to come and visit. But you've gotten every single one of this letters, right?"
"All ten of them," Gaiev forced a smile, "It's nice of you an' Bikky to come an' deliver them personally. O though, I must confess, I never expected Bikky to come and deliver a letter; I didn't think 'e liked me much."
"He's like that," Carol nodded, "It took him a while to accept the fact that Ryo is gay - and it took him a little while longer to accept Dee as Ryo's lover. Then Dee died, so it's only natural for Bikky to be on the look-out for Ryo; he is, after all, his father, and there's nothing Bikky wouldn't do for that man. But I think he's come to good terms with you and Ryo - I really do."
Gaiev looked at the letter with a soft grin and placed it inside his shirt, "I'll read this later," he said, "I want to take my time to savor every word."
"He'll be here to pick you up next week," Carol said holding his hand, "And then, you two can talk and kiss all the way to the city. He's coming a-lo- ne" she waggled her eyebrows.
Gaiev squeaked and did a sort of jig.
It was nice to leave. It was nice to consider himself "Sane and Healthy" after a while. The psychologist there (the nice lady with glasses for a face) recommended him to continue his psychological evaluations with a known doctor of hers and Gaiev nodded kindly. He really wanted to get everything out, but that would come later. Much, much later. Because at the moment he saw Ryo standing in the gates, he forgot everything and ran towards him, threw himself in to his arms and kissed him deeply, tears of joy running freely down his face. It was his Ryo, holding him tightly, embracing him, filling him with love and warmth, kissing his lips over, and over, and over again; it was his breath over his skin, his fingers tangling in his hair, his eyes looking in to his, his voice saying, "I've missed you, my love". It was Ryo, all of Ryo for him and only for him. Gaiev nodded as Ryo wiped away some of the tears, "I've missed you too," he said, or tried to say over the soft sobs he was giving. They hugged again before being interrupted by the head of the clinic giving a deep "AHEM!"
"Sorry," Gaiev apologized, taking his bag.
"Now, I want you to keep in mind Dr. Fielding," the lady said, "He's a good therapist, and a good friend of mine. Be good, you hear me?" she hugged him slightly.
"Yes, ma'am," he said. Ryo took his bag and placed it in the backseat of the car as Gaiev climbed inside. As soon as Ryo was inside, Gaiev leaned over to kiss him again, a kiss that was not denied by Ryo, who placed a hand on Gaiev's lower jaw line, drawing him closer to him. They broke the kiss to catch their breaths and to laugh at each other's hunger.
"Well," Ryo said turning on the ignition, "I think it's fair to say that we desperately need to get home."
"Yes," Gaiev sat back, seatbelt and sunglasses on. Ryo looked over, "I can't believe you're finally here, with me."
"Imagine 'ow I feel, luv," Gaiev grinned. One last small kiss and off they went, talking about stuff that had been going on, stopping at a gas station n' store to get some cokes, bags of hot cheetos, a smoothie, a pack of cigarettes and some gas for the car. Off again.
"Ivan's dead," Ryo said bluntly, making Gaiev almost die as he almost chocked with a cheeto.
"What?!"
"Yeah... ummm... a drug hit, apparently. He got shot during a celebrity gala over at the Museum of Modern Arts. I tried to pretend I wasn't happy about it but I couldn't help it. I even saved the newspaper for you," Ryo said, smiling to Gaiev, who looked as if somebody had told him there was a panda growing in his neck. Ryo giggled, "I'm not kidding."
"I know you're not... still... wow..."
"Somehow I expected a bigger reaction to the news," Ryo laughed as they came to a red light.
"What? Something like this?" Gaiev asked before undoing his seatbelt, climbing half-out of the window and screaming to the top of his lungs, "YEAH!! WHOOOOAAA!!! YES! YES! HE'S DEAD! HE'S DEAD!!! YEEEEEESSSS!!! I'M FREEEEE!!!" then climbing back in, slightly out of breath, "Something like that?"
"..." Ryo was looking at him with awe. Gaiev leaned back again, buckling his seatbelt once more as the light turned green.
"No, never. I will never do such a display of emotions. I'm almost British, I should know better."
Ryo looked ahead as he began to drive. Then, he broke in to laughter, "You're crazy!" he said.
"Crazy about you," Gaiev replied, then looked out, "Where're we going? I don't recall this street to 'ead to your apartment... or mine for that matter..."
"That's because we're not going to my apartment... or yours."
"Where are we going then?"
"To our place."
"Wait - did you just say... *our* place?" Ryo nodded.
"You'll see," he said, turning right, then left, then right again. They came to a stop in front of a small yet nice house, with a small front yard that had a big sign that said "Sold" in the front, "Ta-dah!" Ryo said, stopping the car, Gaiev's eyes big and mouth open, "Our place!"
Gaiev turned to Ryo, "You mean it?" he asked, his voice breaking as tears began to appear in his eyes.
"I mean it with every fiber in my soul when I say that I love you, and that I don't want to be away from you. That I've missed you more than I could of imagine that I would and that I never want to leave you," Ryo held his hand and kissed it. Gaiev threw himself over, his arms around Ryo's neck, lips locked together. It was nice, yet there were much _nicer_ things they could be doing... in doors...
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Notes: Yes! Micka appears as a special guest here. If you don't know who Micka is, then it's just that you haven't read "Russian Blue: Days of Old" posted at Fictionpress.com so don't complain. My back is doing a little better BTW. You know what's the weird thing today? Every time I open my box of memories and open one of Alex's letters, the song "What might have been" by Little Texas pops up in the radio. It's eerie. @.@
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