My cold is finally gone and I am hyped up to give you this new chapter. Before I continue with anything else,
it is time to say a Happy Birthday to Sakuma Ryuichi. He would almost be forty this year, I think. However, he is going to be thirty-two in my story. Alas, Tatsuha would be seventeen right now in my story. I had to clear up that mess-up.
ANGEL DUST
Chapter 7
Tatsuha watched, as Nittle Grasper's vocalist would chummily run about the zoo, pointing at each animal for him to see before dashing to the next exhibit. He would slowly tag along, hoping the day would never end. Watching a jaunty, little Ryuichi be mesmerized by animals of all kinds was much more than adorable in his raven eyes and made him giggle from time-to-time. Trying to catch up with his companion, he stopped abruptly once he felt a soft, almost unnoticeable pressure upon his head. Curious, he brought his hand up to swat at whatever it was but his hand encountered a thin, small material that he brought to viewing angle.
A cherry blossom. The small petal just stared up at the boy with its nonexistent eyes, being as sweet as it could. Tatsuha let the petal slip from his fingers and fall to the cement sidewalk. He had almost forgotten it was spring and that April was tomorrow. The cherry trees were already blooming, letting loose the millions of petals amongst the wind and gather on the floor. Waves of pink and white spread across the ground, making it seem like an ocean you could be swept away in. Cherry blossoms were so soft and smooth, just like a person's lips.
"Ryuichi," Tatsuha whispered, thinking of the man's very buss.
"What?" the man asked surprised to hear his name. He obviously had been standing by Tatsuha for a while now without him knowing.
"Ryuichi!" jumping in shock, Tatsuha could only say the name of the very man who caught him whispering.
"What?" he asked again, getting a little annoyed of his behavior and asking the same question.
Not knowing what to say in response, Tatsuha's eyes averted to the first thing possible: cherry blossoms, "I was just thinking about how it is spring. All the cherry trees are blooming and everything, also the fact that tomorrow is April!"
"Yeah," something seemed to trigger inside of the older male, making him beam like a Cheshire Cat. "My birthday, too!" his eyes gave a mischievous sparkle before giving Tatsuha a wild look, "were you thinking about my birthday?" he poked at why he was saying his name for no reason.
Tomorrow was Ryuichi's birthday. He did not even know that, or he could have just forgotten. However, how could he have forgotten something so miraculous about Ryuichi? Fe felt like a total idiot for not knowing, but it was his only way to get out of this bind.
"Yeah, I was."
"I wonder where Amori-chan went to," excogitated the vocalist about the missing member of their group. Glancing at the boy who knew Miyu more, he saw him give a shrug with a most sympathetic look, as if he knew where she went.
He and Tatsuha had already left the zoo and where headed into the much busy streets of Shibuya. Stores dominated this side of Tokyo, and fashion was everywhere. Ryuichi may have fitted in with the crowd, his stylish demeanor of his, making him look like one of the examples on display of a store. Tatsuha, however, dressed more like a mysterious, plain American. Women found that trait attractive about him, but in this side of town, he preferred to scan around at the sights. The females were very beautiful and risqué, Tatsuha could not help but give them some kind of signal with his eyes every once and awhile, receiving giggles in return.
"Pretty," Ryuichi glimmered with his face stuck to a store window. Viewing a black, tight shirt outside of a clothes shop, he seemed inseparable to its power. Tatsuha noticed his distinct behavior and walked right over to him.
"Do you like that shirt?" Tatsuha asked, watching the man not leave his spot. Thinking of something clever, he smiled brightly, "Let's go in and buy it."
Hesitating, Ryuichi brought his head to a complete hake in decline. "I'd rather not," he suggested.
"Why not?"
"I hate going into stores," Ryuichi explained to the taller male, "I hate getting flooded by workers, telling me to try something on to get a pretty penny and they never leave me alone."
Tatsuha laughed quietly at his odd explanation, "How do you ever get the clothes you have?"
"Wardrobe designer gets them for me!" he squealed with much excitement, "Other than that, I get my normal day clothes by having someone else go out and get them for Me." Without another word, he turned back to look at the black shirt with a look of possession. "I want that shirt so bad."
Looking at his deep eyes full on enchantment and wonder at the physical object before him would captivate anyone who saw him, making them think of it as a child pointing out his favorite truck in a toy store. Something about that very thought seemed delightful and cute that it made is so loveable about his own actions. In a parent's shoes, they would always fall for that charm of a child and its constant gazing ability for the thing they desire.
"You said your birthday was tomorrow, didn't you?" In this case, Tatsuha was the role of the parent.
"Twenty, forty, forty-five," Tatsuha was searching through his wallet, counting the money he had last gotten from his father. Of course, he had to come home to get his wallet. Leaving Ryuichi almost put a knot deep inside his heart because their goodbyes seemed so short, with just saying their farewells so quickly and just walking away from each other as if they were only acquaintances. He knew this was sure to change something. He grinned after finding another ten dollars, "Fifty-five dollars and thirty cents!" he said aloud the amount he carried.
Exiting his room and into the main section of his house, he noticed how voiceless it was. Even the usual creaking and boiling of water in the kitchen were gone. He stopped about every five steps to see if the sounds he was so familiar with around the house would suddenly start up again. However, he could not avoid the fact that no one was home. He half enjoyed the fact of being alone and not being caught before going out and blowing so much money, but he was also half dispirited and out of place. Suspecting to see an everyday figure of Miyu, his so-called fiancé. His memory had been so attached to the fact of seeing her at his home every day, every time he was here. It made him wonder why she was not here now. She was always at his home, almost as if she lived there, but something was just wrong today. In a way, he thought he knew the reason.
"I'm off," he said to the empty house before slowly shutting the door and leaving the omnipresent commonalty.
Reaching the designated place of Shibuya, Tatsuha found the exact store he and Ryuichi were standing by for at least five minutes. Inside the window, the display of clothes was hung and the black attire shirt Ryuichi wanted was still there. With a happy grin of victory, Tatsuha dashed inside the store. Large amounts of clothes were neatly and orderly hung about and on round hangers. The outlet had a large amount of elegance to it and was obviously a to-notch store. Strangely enough, the vulture like workers did not even walk over to Tatsuha but merely just gave him a look and a greeting smile.
Daring not to ask the women of where the shirt he was looking for may be, he decided to look for it on his own. Either way, all the clothes seemed so flashy and alike. Searching through the sizes he thought Ryuichi might wear, he took note of the outrageous prices on each shirt. It seemed so funny to pay that much for something so little to put on the man's small, lean body.
"Who would pay this much?" Tatsuha mused at shirts ranging from one hundred to three hundred dollars.
"Do you need help, sir?" one of the clerk workers asked him, walking straight up to him. Her hair was braided several times in the same repetitive pattern and her face was cloaked in colors of makeup. Her body was strapped down by beautiful, white attire and her scent was to die for. Once she got to Tatsuha, she noticed his handsome looks and build, quickly batting her eyes as if they she was a big piece of bait for him to eat, "hello."
"Uh," Tatsuha chocked at her sudden presence, "Yeah. I am looking fro the exact shirt you are displaying. The black one," he started to point out to her.
"Oh yes," she chewed on her gum with a smile, letting her hair flow around her shoulders. "That shirt is a big seller and is right over here," she pointed to the rack right next to the one Tatsuha had been searching in.
"T-Thanks," embarrassed of not have seeing it before, he quickly averted to the rack of clothes and started to look through the shirts, looking for a perfect size for Ryuichi. Pausing for a moment, he felt a warm sensation covering the back of his neck and turned his head to see what it was. Startled enough already, he caught eyes with the worker at his eyelevel, looked over his shoulder.
"I'm sorry," she chuckled at his edginess. "I was just thinking of how much the shirt would look magnificent on you, sir."
Tatsuha obviously knew that she was flirting with him, as he had come around many women of all kinds that have done the exact same thing to him before. Sighing with the most dignity, he admitted to his own self and her, "It isn't going to be for me." He grabbed one of the shirts, thinking it would fit Ryuichi and walked to the checkout, where the same worker followed and got behind the register.
"I see," she said, grabbing the shirt and holding it up, looking at its surpassingly small size. "Is it for your mom or something?"
Seeing as the shirt was in the men's section, Tatsuha was baffled at her question and felt like grabbing her form over the desk. Knowing that she only did not want to think of Tatsuha as a person who is getting it for a lover, thinking he may be getting it for a girlfriend or possibly, god forbid, a boyfriend. He knew that if she knew he was homosexual or even bisexual would ruin her dreams. Therefore, she used a front protection and hoped for the best. "It's for a friend of mine. It is his birthday tomorrow."
"His?" she questioned his statement, relieved to know he was single. She could not see Tatsuha as a gay man, anyway. Looking back at the shirt, her mouth started to open with surprise, "meaning this is for a guy? Wow, even I wish I was this small."
"How much is it?" Tatsuha smiled, trying to cover up and signs of his impatient attitude towards the woman.
"Let's see," the flirtatious girl mumbled to her own self and brought the price tag to the scanner and the price came up onto the small screen, leaving Tatsuha speechless. "That will be one hundred and seventy dollars, and twenty-five cents."
"But I only have fifty-five dollars and thirty cents!" Tatsuha whimpered to himself, knowing that his birthday gift to Ryuichi was now ruined. Defeated with loss, he turned to leave the store.
"Hey," the clerk spoke to make him stop in his tracks. After he turned around to her call, her eyes sparkled and her red lips curved into a large smile, "how about a date sometime? You know, since your misfortunate with this shirt and all, I could buy you a drink sometime or something."
"I'll think about it," he spoke almost inaudibly, but loud enough for the women to hear. It was clear enough to see that now matter what happens, Tatsuha would never change when it comes to beautiful women.
Unknowingly, the clerk suddenly burst with excitement and happiness. Unbelievably, she may actually get a date with him! Giggling and giddy, she forgot to tell him something important, "My name is Kyoko."
"I am Tatsuha," he said, looking back at her with a genuine, 'girl melting' smile. Kyoko felt her heart skip a few beats at just the very thought of the beautiful ring to his name and watched him walk out of the store doors. At that moment, she knew she should have given him a discount.
"You know what tomorrow is?" Noriko trotted into the main room of Ryuichi's house, wearing a beautiful tank top and usual shorts. She directed her eyes to the small, playful man sitting on the carpet, playing with a toy car.
"I can just imagine," Ryuichi smiled up at her, trying to sound sarcastically cute. Taking Kumagorou who was sitting at his side, he placed him on the toy car and started to drive him around the soft carpet. "Let me guess, my birthday, right?"
Noriko looked at him with baffled amusement and an arrogant glance, "What are you talking about? April Fool's Day is tomorrow, Ryu-chan."
"Huh?" the toy car rolled out of the man's grasp and skidded across the floor, throwing Kumagorou off and hurling onto the floor. The small, beautiful eyes met with Noriko's risqué ones. "And my birthday, too," whimpered Ryuichi.
"I know that," she gave in, laughing at the sudden puppy look Ryuichi gave her, hoping that she did not really forget about his birthday. Noriko walked passed Ryuichi to pick up the toy car he had accidentally let go of and she started to fumble with its tiny tires, seating herself on his large couch. "What do you want anyway?"
"Hold on," came a smoothing voice from the other room. Tohma came around the corner and placed himself next to Noriko, dusting off his shirt. "I have got to hear this. After last year's list, this one has to be brilliant."
"Oh Tohma," Noriko playfully swatted at her blonde friend's pant leg, pretending to not even notice Ryuichi was there. In fact, she and Tohma both just started to have a little conversation for Ryuichi to hear, hoping he would get agitated. "It wasn't that bad last year. He only asked for a pool."
Tohma shook his index finger at Noriko's face, playing along with her get-up. "No, no. He directly said he wanted Shamu the whale and a pool to put him in outside." After he finished that sentence, the two looked at each other with faces almost to burst out in laughter. Ryuichi truly did ask for impossible things.
Ryuichi, however, did not understand that his friends were poking jokes at him and shined with excitement, "No way! You guys actually got me Shamu the whale this year?"
"Ryuichi," Tohma smiled sincerely at his friend, "We did not get you Shamu, and we were just kidding."
The raised eyebrow he gave both Noriko and Tohma was a sure sign that he still did not get it, "so you just got me a pool?"
"I swear Ryu-chan," Noriko giggled underneath her breath, leaning far back into the comfort of the couch. "You ask for the most outrageous things. Where did you even get this fascination with Shamu?"
"When I was in America!" Ryuichi seemed to sparkle, brightening up like the morning sun. "K took me to this big place that had a lot of animals that swam. It was like a zoo, but not like a zoo." Noriko and Tohma were slightly confused at Ryuichi's explanation of things but just smiled and gave a nod at each step of the way. After all, through the years they had been with Ryuichi, they learned the proper way. "And so, there was this gigantic swimming pool tank, and there were huge black and white whales were in there!"
"Orcas?" Tohma asked, purposively he knew what kind of animal Ryuichi was talking about. By the look Ryuichi gave him, he did not what that meant. "Killer whales," Tohma continued, "that is the kind of whales you are talking about Ryuichi."
"Oh," Ryuichi stammered and got right back to his story, "anyways, the Orcas were all swimming around and this swimmer lady was in there with them! She got ride on their back and even made them do tricks like jump out of the water! K and I got splashed because of the Orcas once and then K got mad but I thought it was fun!" Ryuichi smiled, using his hands and body as demonstrations, such as the whales jumping out of the water and K getting pissed. He grinned happily, "After we left, I decided that I wanted a Shamu in my own pool to swim on its back and do tricks with. That way, we can go to the beach and swim away, doing tricks for the people on the beach and have fun."
"…" two pairs of hands started to give a small, quiet applause with the most unbelievable two faces staring at him.
"I thought you may have had a good reason," Noriko sighed, wondering when his childish antics would end for good.
"This year," he stated, getting the attention of both band mates, "I want a shirt."
"A shirt..?" Tohma and Noriko said in complete unison. They did not expect something so small and inexpensive after hearing his huge speech about some fat whale.
"Yeah, I saw the shirt in Shibuya when Tatsuha-kun and I left the zoo," Ryuichi tried to tell them directly where he found the shirt, hoping they would go to Shibuya tonight. "It was this black one out on display."
"Looks like you may get something other than candy this year," Tohma chuckled, happy to know they would be able to get something for Ryuichi that is in reach this year.
"Yay!" Ryuichi squealed in delight, turning both wrists to a hurling upward motion.
"So you could not buy him the shirt," a deep, yet smoothing tone of voice questioned. The blonde-haired person took of his glasses that he wore to read periodically and turned away from his laptop computer, facing his sibling, whom found himself much more comfortable by sitting on the ground, the bottoms of his feet touching each other. "So what? Are you that much of a fan-boy to go to such bizarre lengths? Buy him something spend able and refine, like an earring."
The other man who seemed almost identical to the other except for his dark, black hair, sighed, bringing his right hand to his mouth and slapping it down to his lips. With a swift swoosh of his legs; he curled up his bottom lip. "He already has many to go through. I cannot believe I blew this one off after he told me how much he wanted the shirt! His birthday is only so many hours away and I have nothing for him."
Hearing his babbling distress for much more than what was needed, Yuki let out a long groan before turning to his computer again. His bare feet skipped across the rug, tickling his senses. Reaching for his reading glasses, he mumbled out with a cupped fist to his mouth, "and why the hell did you come over to brag it out on me?"
"Oh about that," Tatsuha's voice almost seemed childish behind that testosterone filled voice; it was innocent, curious, and hopeful. Only a small child would make that kind of sound in its voice and only for a plea. He certainly had his elder brother's attention, "I was wondering if you could just lend me a few dollars to buy the shirt." Tatsuha whole body seemed to stiffen up as if he was a dog about to be beat, waiting for his brother's remark. The outcome could never be good.
"Hell no," Yuki snapped quickly with a completely normal, every day tone.
"Aniki!" steam seemed to spurt from Tatsuha's ears, but his face seemed to turn to a large melancholy motion as he pouted at Yuki. Trying to pull back the urge of punching his fists on the ground and whining like a three year old, he would only complain. "It would only be fifty dollars, Eiri. You are big and rich enough to spare a few dollars with your own, little brother."
The typing and silence were endless.
"I see how it is," Tatsuha let out a small snarl at his never defeated brother before jolting to his feet and walking out of the room. He shut the door to his brother's workroom and just leaned against the hardwood door, wondering of what he was going to do for Ryuichi now. He had no way of getting him the only thing he actually knew of that he wanted, and everything else in reach seemed to plain. He would probably already have the item he would bestow him. Hearing the clattering of spoons and pans was in the not-to distant kitchen where Shuichi was gathering up all sorts of vegetables and meat to try his best as making a stew. Whether knew if Tatsuha was there or not at the moment did not really matter to him, but then, he turned to smile brightly at him.
"You can sit down if you want," he graciously offered between cuts of celery. He put the chopped sticks into a large pan and straightened out his wrinkled, yellow apron.
For almost a year now, has Tatsuha just gazed at his brother's beau and admired his distinct resemblance to the one and only Sakuma Ryuichi. Even now, he could see the similarities and differences that bring the two in a head on clash that makes the almost twins. However, they had more differences than similarities then what most people realize, and Tatsuha just now noticed this. Sure, they both have a great body build and great voices when it comes to signing, but their faces surely do not look that much alike up-close as people say. Ryuichi's hair was much longer, the back hanging to his shoulders. They were so alike yet they both almost seemed to yearn for individuality that hardly anyone recognized between the two.
Taking a seat on the couch, Tatsuha's eyes never drifted far from Shuichi. Watching him move back and forth to get the food and put it in the pot, swaying his hips and moving his lean legs that fit tightly in those shorts of his was almost taunting to Tatsuha. He could only think that Ryuichi would look the same way while cooking up some meal. Having a man such as Ryuichi do the same process as Shuichi was doing now would make Tatsuha never go hungry again!
"Ow!" a rather intruding scream came from the pink haired Bad Luck singer, shooting off Tatsuha's thoughts. Whimpering softly, he instantly and quickly put his finger in his mouth, coating it with saliva.
"What's wrong?" Tatsuha asked out of pure curiosity as he walked over to him, entering the kitchen. Seeing the stance he was in, he could only think he must have cut himself as he periodically does. However, Shuichi looked up at him with swamped eyes and brought his finger out of his mouth, showing him the now red finger.
"I accidentally touched the pot," he cried.
Tatsuha examined his small index finger and could only come to the fact that it was a small heat burn. It was nothing to worry about and the pain would simply just go away in a few hours. Feeling obligated to make him feel better; Tatsuha quickly brought his finger close to his face and gave it a small peck with his lips. The warm heat from the burn tickled his lips after he let go of his hand and looked down at him, "There you go. All better." Saying that small quote made him feel like a father treating his child's small wounds. Nevertheless, Shuichi surely acted like the kiss did make it feel better and got right back to working on the stew.
Tatsuha only wondered if Ryuichi's fingers would be that soft.
"Tatsuha, Tatsuha," a sweet, melodic voice repeatedly called into his ears. This wonderful voice poured like fresh rain and sounded bitter sweet like honey. The voice called once more, letting out its beautiful song. It was so smooth and feminine.
"Ryuichi," Tatsuha breathed through dry lips. The voice sounded a little like the one of the name he spoke of and made him come to consciousness. Opening his eyes, he found himself on a couch inside his brother's own house. Had he fallen asleep? That must have been the answer because a blanket was on top of him, which was probably put on his body by Shuichi. Scanning around, he sat up once he saw Shuichi kneeling down to look at him with a smile and his brother standing off behind him, looking at Tatsuha with a not too pleased look.
"Ryuichi?" asked a confused Shuichi, his hair sliding across his face, over his eyes. He made a double take to see if the man he spoke of was in the house.
"Dreaming about that shirt you could not get him?" Yuki asked with a hidden grin, pulling out a cigarette and lighting it.
Tatsuha unwrapped the blanket from underneath him and looked at his wrist. He must have taken off his watch at home. Getting to his feet, he looked at Shuichi and his brother with a small red color on his face, "Hey, what time is it?"
"Six thirty," Shuichi informed him. Glancing at the clock, Tatsuha did not realize how much time he spent here. At was already starting to get dark outside.
Putting on his sneakers and absentmindedly searching for his sunglasses, he bumped heads against Shuichi. Quickly knowing of what he had done, she shouted, "Sorry, I was looking straight," He did not even take the time to see the look on his face before finding his sunglasses and walking to the door. Shuichi smelled so nice.
"Have fun tomorrow," was the last thing Tatsuha allowed his self to hear from inside the room before shutting the door behind him. His brother was such an asshole sometimes and knew just how to get on his nerves. He could not believe that Shuichi wanted to be with him, no matter how cold he was. Now he was only to think about what he should do for tomorrow.
"I'm home," Tatsuha echoed throughout his home in Kyoto. He walked inside the peaceful home and took of his shoes just to go and put on his house shoes. Walking across the hardwood floor, listening to the small cracks and screeches they would make with each step, he noticed the house was as quiet as before. Had his father went on some kind of religious trip without him knowing? By now, his father would have greeted him else wise. Down the hallway, Tatsuha would take small glances at the pictures hung along the wall in a perfect order. Mostly were portraits from years passed. All of them ranged from his father when he was in high school, to Eiri, Mika, and himself when he was still a child.
"Don't even remember these days," he stopped in front of a wooden framed picture, smiling.
The rather large picture held memories of the past for the family. His father stood proudly with a rather big smile along his delicate face, looking a lot younger than what he used to be. At his feet, Mika at the age that seemed nineteen was sitting on the ground with a sweet, small grin. Each of her arms was around two smaller boys, one at the age of nine and the younger was three, were sitting on one of her legs each. Eiri, who was sitting on her right leg, was giving the biggest smile you could never imagine him to have now, all the while waving at the camera. Tatsuha had one of his hands on Mika's arm to get his balance and the other lay on his leg. His wide, open smile seemed to brighten up his entire face.
It almost amazed his own eyes to see how happy they used to be. The picture was true evidence that their family was actually close at one time and that seemed to actually matter. Having enough of the family memories, Tatsuha continued to walk down the hallway, purposely ignoring the last, biggest picture in the hallway of a woman.
"What am I going to do?" he yawned after entering his room. Still thinking about Ryuichi's birthday was utterly tiring him. No wonder he fell asleep at his brother's without him knowing. He flipped the light switch on with his index finger to watch his room light up. The lights uncovered a figure inside his room, sitting at his small desk with emerald eyes. With a small, almost univalent jump, Tatsuha growled at the person who obviously trespassed, "What the hell are you doing here?"
"To talk," Miyu did not even give him a look to greet him into his room.
"No," Tatsuha corrected, "I mean, what the hell are you doing here as in, how did you get in my room?"
Miyu got off the chair and started to brush out her hair with her fingers, "I have a key to the house, Tatsuha. You must have forgotten, just like you do about me."
"What are you getting at?" Tatsuha eyed her, feeling the immense heat of anger starting to build up inside his body. Just seeing her anymore triggered something in him to be so mad.
Miyu chortled to herself, her glossed lips shimmering from the light emitting from the light bulb. Walking up to Tatsuha, she looked up at him with her glowing eyes. Obviously, Tatsuha was not the only one in the room who was angry. "You know what," she batted her eyes, trying to make Tatsuha get the picture. "You thought I would not notice," she took her palm and wiggled its way up his shirt, and rubbing against his hard, sweaty skin. Heat was coming all off him, making her hand immediately scolding, and she let out a moan from the good warm feeling. Tatsuha did not object to any of this, allowing her other hand to slide up his shirt as well, making invisible marks across his abs.
"Notice what?" Tatsuha asked her, wanting to know the answer more than the attention he was getting. His eyes glossed over once he felt her hands travel down to his pelvic area. Letting out a small grunt, he leaned his down to hers, resting his cheek on the top of her head. She was doing all the work to calm his muscles down that had built up the whole day, while he wrapped his arms around her and smelled her sweetness.
Her hands suddenly stopped the massaging and caressing as she reached up to touch his face, letting her fingers slide down his soft, smooth features. "This," she whispered loud enough for him to hear, and leaned up to kiss him. Tatsuha fell into the kiss, clutching her hair in his fingers with the most delicacy. Opening her mouth, she let his tongue enter and caress with her own in an endless battle. Miyu moaned in ecstasy as his tongue overlapped with her own, and he had led her to his bed all the while. Miyu fell to the mattress, having Tatsuha on top of her, still kissing in pure passion and lust. The heat was starting to get irritating, almost making their skin feel itchy. He abruptly stopped the kiss to reach the bottom of his shirt and with a fast pace, took it off over his head and threw it on the floor.
Miyu rubbed both hands over his sweaty chest, smiling at his strong, built features that she never got enough of. The other girls in their class thought Miyu was a goddess to be in bed with the best-built boy in class. Miyu just saw it as happiness. Tatsuha licked her earlobe before proceeding to kissing her delicate neck, "I love you, Tatsuha-kun," she smiled with joy. She had practically forgotten what she was mad about, but also knew she had him right where she wanted him.
Tatsuha stopped his deep kisses that were traveling down her body to bring his head up and to look into her eyes. Sweat glistened off his raven hair and down his face, making him look almost like a true man. His eyes looked as they always did with her: lust filled and serious. He always took time to feel the affect of her affectionate words and then right back to what he was doing before, taking off her shirt and licking the area above her breasts.
It was just like any other day between them. Miyu almost repeatedly said she loved him, and would settle with no answer at all. To her, this was happiness.
The song of birds filled the morning air, small tweets from thousands of individual birds calling to one another. Folding and blowing from the curtains made an almost riveting, flowing noise. Cool breeze crept into the room from the open window, feeling it with a fresh smell and feel. Grumbling was heard distantly from the bed, where two were people asleep. Tatsuha was spread out in his bed, his face almost covered by his pillow. Miyu, who was cuddled up against him, was breathing quietly.
"Oh man," Tatsuha mumbled as his eyes were exposed to the bright rays of sunlight coming in from the window. Yawning, he looked at the girl against him. Once he took in the whole situation, he jerked away from her. 'What am I doing?' he thought, 'I have Ryuichi's birthday to worry about and I was having sex with Miyu instead? What is wrong with me!?' scurrying out of bed, he grabbed his nearby boxers and put them on.
"What are you doing?" Miyu tiredly asked him, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes. All of the movement woke her from slumber.
Tatsuha started to search around his room after putting on his boxers, looking around for his other clothes. Almost instantly, he spotted his shirt on the floor and grabbed it. Looking left and right, he finally looked up, "Miyu, where are my pants?"
Miyu was already snapping on her bra and grabbing her panties from the floor. With a wistful smile and an arrogant look in her eyes, she said, "What am I? Your pants' keeper?"
"God damn it, Miyu!" Tatsuha screeched as he ran over and shut his window. Spring brought many small breezes, but some were strong enough to pull cherry blossoms of the trees. Moreover, the breezes took advantage of this by blowing cherry blossoms into Tatsuha's window, and right onto his floor. "Do you know what season it is?" he quizzed her grumpily.
Miyu rolled her eyes sarcastically, "Yes, Spring."
"You got blossoms all over my floor, Miyu!" Tatsuha whined childishly, bending down to pick all of them up to throw out later.
"I was hot!" she whined back at him, almost mockingly. Grabbing the last piece of her clothing, she stood up to put it on. "Anyways, you should have felt how hot it was under those covers with you. You sweat too much," complaining, she started to adjust her makeup while looking in his mirror.
Hardly listening at all, Tatsuha picked up the last blossom before opening the window again and throwing them all out, "it's no reason to open the window," he grumbled quietly.
"You are such a baby," she pointed out to him. Then, she evilly gazed at him, "However, what I wanted to talk about didn't go that far. The thing I noticed was child's play compared to what we did last night."
Tingling nerves trickled down Tatsuha's spine at her devilish talk, and he now had a good idea of what she was talking about. He knew that she probably had seen him and Ryuichi kiss at the zoo, but was he sure about it? "What do you mean?"
"Oh, nothing," she reached into her pocket, "just the little kiss you shared with Sakuma-sama. Or should I say, Sakuma no Okama desu?" throwing out a folded up paper from her pocket, Miyu tossed it to Tatsuha's feet.
Growling at the insulting name she just called Ryuichi, he grabbed the paper and unfolded it, "This is.." he was stunned to see the exact same autograph of Ryuichi he had given her before.
"Yeah, Sakuma Ryuichi's autograph," she chocked, "After Sakuma no Okama went off after telling him how I felt about my 'relationships' with someone at the zoo, I took out the autograph you gave me of him. Strange enough to say, I had to bring it with me everywhere. Then, turned the paper around, thought I saw a smudge on the back or something. Nevertheless, it was a phone number. Sakuma's phone number, Tatsuha-kun. I could tell because he wrote his name above it."
Tatsuha's mouth dropped after turning the paper around and seeing the exact number that belonged to Ryuichi. He remembered Ryuichi asking for his phone number to call him with, so he let Ryuichi write down his phone number on a piece of paper he had in his pocket. He had taken out the autograph.
"Miyu," Tatsuha stuttered, knowing how much it must have hurt her.
"It's okay," Miyu finished, "At first, I thought nothing of it. You know, since you two were friends, I knew you had to keep contact somehow. However, once I turned around to talk to you," she paused for a few second, looking as if she was about to cry. "I saw you two… kissing. After seeing that, I could not breathe and move. I wanted to say something, but I could not even find myself to speak. Nevertheless, I ended up running away until I got home, wanting to pretend it never happened. It hurt so much, and I just wanted to rip up that autograph, knowing it was a symbol for something between you two, hoping that if I ripped the paper, you two would rip apart. I just thought you may want to know all of this."
Tatsuha gulped down a hard bit of saliva after her explanation, but only looked at her, "I do not care how hurt you may feel, Miyu. I do not approve of you calling Ryuichi such a thing," he was still focused on what she had called him before. "Also, just because we are engaged because of you and my father mean I have to love you?"
"No," Miyu panted, clutching at her chest, "But it does mean you have to be loyal to me and not be messing around with some god damned thirty year old!"
"At least it is better than fucking my own cousin!" Tatsuha screamed at her, grabbing the magical appearing pants he had a hard time finding and put them on. "I do not want to see your face anymore, so go home," he snarled and left the room, slamming the door.
"T-Tatsuha-kun?" Noriko held back the urge to laugh at the sight. Tatsuha was breathing heavily, soaked in sweat and his hair looked as if he sat in front of a fan for a few hours. He was a complete mess. "Where have you been? You are a little bad looking to come see Ryu-chan, aren't you?"
"I ran here," he said between deep pants, swallowing spit to regain his energy. It may have sounded strange, seeing as he could have just drove her on his motorcycle.
Progressing clatters of footsteps were getting closer, and a flashy beauty looked over, "Tatsuha-kun!" Ryuichi chimed excitedly after seeing the man at his door. He dropped Kumagorou instantly to dash over and threw himself at Tatsuha, hugging him tightly. As a bystander, Noriko saw all of this very amusing.
"Ryu-chan doesn't throw down Kumagorou for just anyone," she cooed jokingly, giving Tatsuha a queer smile.
Tatsuha got what Noriko was saying and pulled Ryuichi off to a good distance to look at him, "Happy Birthday," he patted him on the head.
"Thanks," Ryuichi sparkled suddenly, "At least someone has told me that today," he gave a weird look to Noriko.
Noriko gasped sarcastically, "Oh my god, Ryu-chan, it's your birthday?"
"It's not funny anymore, Noriko-chan!" Ryuichi whined, jumping away from Tatsuha and over to the sexy female, "I already know what you are doing. It is April fool's Day and my birthday, so you are just doing it. You do it every year!"
Noriko giggled, her half-revealing top moving to the pattern, "You are so cute, Ryu-chan."
"Yeah, yeah," Ryuichi pouted, "So stop saying you forgot to buy me a present," he demanded.
"It is only April fool's," she sighed, disappointed that he had to ruin all the fun. Hearing Tohma call for her in the main room, she waved at the two with a mischievous glance and walked off to see what he wanted.
Ryuichi waved with a toothy grin to Noriko and smiled at Tatsuha, an instantly frowned at how he looked, "What happened to you?"
Tatsuha sighed, having to answer the same question again, "I ran here," he admitted, trying to fix his hair up a little bit.
"Why did you run?" he asked, thinking he most have been pretty stupid at the time to not even ride his motorcycle or get a bus to make it here.
Tatsuha took off his shoes and walked onto the soft rug, "I don't know. I was mad at the time, I am pretty stupid," it somewhat hurt to actually tell himself the very truth.
Ryuichi took Tatsuha's hand, and walked over to pick up Kumagorou, "No you aren't. You are smart!" Although, it did not make Tatsuha feel that good hearing it from him. "So, what did you buy me?"
'Shit,' Tatsuha did not know how to tell him that he actually had nothing for him on his birthday, and he only tried for one thing when he even looked. "I, uh… didn't get you anything," he tried to say below a whisper, afraid to know what he may think, but it came out more audible than usual.
The look on Ryuichi's face was obvious on how disappointed he was with the outcome. To have Tatsuha here and not with a present was pointless now for him, but instead, he gave him his usual grin, "That's okay, I have enough stuff already!"
"Really?" Tatsuha's ears drummed and his whole face seemed to shine, happy to know he was not going to be kicked out soon. Throwing his arms around Ryuichi, he pulled him closer to his chest into an embrace. He breathed in the wonderful smell of the man he held. Once he let go of the hug, he smiled at Ryuichi who did the same.
"You really know how to bear hug," he teased him, adjusting his headband that most have been mixed up in the hug. Bringing Kumagorou to his face and giving the bunny a kiss, he looked over into the main room. Noriko must have seen the whole moment between the two because she just sat there, smiling at Ryuichi. "Let's go," Ryuichi stammered and ran into the main room with Tatsuha close behind him.
Tohma was taking a drink from his cup of coffee, making sure not to drip any of the liquid onto the important paper work he had been discussing with Noriko about. Being Ryuichi's birthday, one could only imagine how much of the dark substance he would have to devour. Noriko was looking over one of the paper Tohma had bestowed on her to read over, and the look on her face was evidence of how much the paperwork would benefit in some kind of form. That was it. There were only three people to attend Ryuichi's birthday: Noriko, Tohma, and Tatsuha. For such an important, famous man, he sure did not gather a crowd for his birthday.
"Is this is?" Tatsuha asked just to make sure no one else was coming later.
Ryuichi glanced at the two working at the couch, "Yeah, it is usually just Nittle Grasper for my birthday, but you are a new member to my birthday!" Ryuichi squealed, crawling over to Tatsuha and playing with his sleeves.
"What do we have here?" Noriko giggled, acting as if she was still looking at the papers. Tatsuha quickly shook Ryuichi off from pure embarrassment, leaving a confused thirty-two year old.
Tohma, who would rather stay out of the whole situation, placed down the papers and looked at Ryuichi, "Do you want your present now or later?"
The birthday boy seemed to suddenly go into a seizure of some sort, hopping around and biting on Kumagorou, "Now, now, now!" He said ecstatically.
"That was a pretty stupid question," Noriko flipped back her curled pigtail, and grabbed a wrapped box from underneath the couch. The wrapping paper was a beautiful, shining blue and the bow was a curly purple. "This is from Tohma and me, Ryu-chan," she could not help but smile like a mother giving a present to her child.
Ryuichi took the present from her hands, looking at it as if he was about to drool all of it. Even if it was just a present, he treated it as if it was the most wonderful thing, even though it was still in the paper. "Maybe it is Shamu," he hopefully said to himself, unwrapping the box that could never hold a whale in the first place. Once all the paper was off, he opened the box to reveal his gift. Pulling it out, his eyes started to glitter and a Cheshire grin covered his face, "You got it!" he said happily, looking at the exact shirt he and Tatsuha saw.
"What?" Tatsuha blurted aloud. He could not believe they actually got him the shirt he tried to get him in the first place! Being the receiver of all the looks he was getting from everyone, he just crossed his arms, "It is very nice." Noriko noticed his outrage and could not help but chortle at the problem he was having.
"I am going to try it on," leaving the pile of torn papers, he ran to the bathroom with his new shirt in hand.
Tohma started to look at his paper work again, "I figured he would get excited over it," he was happy to see Ryuichi's reaction to the present.
"Ryu-chan always acts like that about everything," Noriko leaned back.
Tatsuha watched the door Ryuichi had shut, listening for any sounds out of him or anything. Quizzically, he scanned the entire room that seemed so blank. "I can't believe this is it for his birthday."
"Yeah," Tohma sighed, "Ryuichi always just has Noriko and me over for his birthday. He is a very sociable fellow, but all the friends he does have are not even that close to him, besides us. In fact, I was surprised he took up on you pretty fast, Tatsuha-san," he slurped on his coffee mug.
Noriko rubbed her feet against the carpet, looking as if she was thinking hard about something. Musing at the ceiling, she explained, "its true Ryu-chan is not that close with his friends, and it just makes it harder for him to find someone to be with. I try to get him to go out and make friends, but he always has an objection of some sort. He is so confusing sometimes," nonchalantly, she leaned against Tohma's arm with a feminine sigh.
No wonder the house seemed so empty all the time. Why did Ryuichi not allow any contact with strangers? Moreover, now that Noriko mentioned it, he never really saw Ryuichi attempting to hang around Shuichi or anyone he was already friends with, except for Tohma or Noriko. Without anyone noticing, Ryuichi seemed to hold many secrets dormant to everyone else. Tatsuha knew that no matter how much he would get to know him, he would never know completely everything.
"How do I look?" came a small, cute voice from the corner. The three of them turned to look at Ryuichi in his new shirt. The black shirt was tight against his whole features, showing off every curve and angle and giving them a glance at his skin from its see-through fabric. Mild red was the color of his face as he waited for an opinion.
"It," speechless, Tatsuha could not say anymore and his eyes did all the talking, looking over him repeatedly. "It's wonderful," he got out.
Small clap pings were heard from Noriko's hands as she was applauding Ryuichi on, probably to encourage him and make him feel more comfortable in it, "Sexy," she managed to say in perfect English. Tatsuha was dumbfounded at what she had just said, seeing as he always failed in his English classes.
Ryuichi comprehended perfectly and laughed, "Maybe I should wear this for our next concert," he responded back in unbelievable, perfect English. No wonder he got along well in Los Angeles for three straight years. Everyone in the room were confused by what he had just said, even Tohma and Noriko.
"Uh, what?" Tohma asked him to repeat what he just said, hopefully in their native language. He and Noriko had only picked up so many words from Ryuichi and from their short trips to America.
Somehow, although unknowing, the fact that Ryuichi just started talking in English to them and did not even realizing his limits of their understanding seemed to make him a bit embarrassed. In fact, he just waved off as if to have them to forget he even said anything.
After almost two hours of chatting and eating birthday cake that Noriko made herself, the four of them were slowly starting to slow down their conversations. In some ways, a certain birthday boy was getting inconvincibly tired, his head straight on Noriko's lap with her fingers, beautified by her several rings, coating through his light brown locks. The whole process made his eyes droop even more, and more. Holding his pink bunny to his new, black shirt, tightening his grip every time Noriko would stroke a spot that felt good enough to send shivers through his entire body.
"Shamu would have enjoyed this party very much," Tohma implied sweetly, endearing the scène of the tired soul, watching him smile to him sweetly at his remark. With one last sigh, Tohma gathered his several papers he spread out across the table to work on, many that have be drawn on by Ryuichi, and started to get ready. "Well, I need to be going home. Mika-chan told me to be home at a certain time and I am already later as it is," placing his hand on Noriko's smooth arm, he offered, "I need to give you a ride home, right Noriko?"
She must have forgotten everything about how to get home after being absorbed into grooming her friend, "I almost forgot," she said optimistically. Carefully and slowly, she tried to lift Ryuichi's head up and not wake him at the same time. Wriggling her long, slender legs from underneath his head, she managed to get free and place his head on the couch peacefully. However, the very difference of surface awoke Ryuichi.
With a couple of flicks of his eyes, he looked up at Noriko with a dazed gaze, "What are you doing?" he said spryly.
"Tohma and I are going now, Ryu-chan," Noriko ruffled the very hair she had made perfect by rubbing for half and hour, "Good night," she said before trotting out the door, anxious to get home to her husband and daughter.
Tohma smiled at her jaunty actions, even at this late at night. "Good night," he also said to him before following Noriko out the door and shutting it behind him.
For a whole five minutes, the house seemed to go completely quiet and you could almost hear the ringing in your ears. Hoping to hear echoes from previous conversations were your last resort, seeing as Tatsuha and Ryuichi has no chemistry going on now. Ryuichi did not even seem to be talkative, staring at the couch cushions dreamily and then falling face first into the furniture, exhausted.
"Tired?" Tatsuha would ask after a few seconds passed, hoping he was even awake to hear his query. The instinctive grumbling of a cushion-filled mouth was a definite 'yes'.
Light, auburn hair suddenly sifted in the light from the room, along with the moonlight shining in through the glass windows. The two different shades made him look very symbolic, the front of his face was much brighter from the light bulb burning in the ceiling, making his eyelids and lips shine. In addition, the moonlight covered his backside of his head, causing it to look darker than the other half, giving it an almost mysterious shine. Ryuichi almost looked like a human yen and yang sign, presenting dark and light forms of his inner being.
Moreover, in a way, it was like that.
"I need sleep," he allowed himself to mumble out, practically falling back to the couch but catching himself. "You can go home now, too," he directed towards the only other person in the household.
Feeling a little bit of defeat and worry, Tatsuha found himself in another bind. He ran here from Kyoto after getting off the subway, and his motorcycle was all the way at home. "I can't go home, I have no way of transportation," he admitted, not really wanting to walk around the streets of Tokyo this late.
A small glimmer could be seen in Ryuichi's eyes. You could almost say he was happy to not be alone for the night, just as he always was. The very thought of company seemed to make him overjoyed.
"Well, you can stay the night," he smiled abruptly at him, moving off the couch and signaling for him to sleep there. "You are already acquainted with my couch," he taunted him teasingly.
Tatsuha just played along, crawling over to the couch and getting on the rather long couch, "Yes, I am. I never thought I would see her again," he rubbed his cheek against its soft feeling.
"Her?" Ryuichi puzzled. He did not realize his couch had its own gender. Cuddling with Kumagorou, he buried his mouth to yawn on the rabbit's back before biding Tatsuha a good night.
After hearing the very statement of 'goodnight' from Ryuichi was too hard for him. Gathering enough courage, he insisted, "Is it okay if I go up and walk you to your room?"
"What is this," Ryuichi smirked, looking back down at him from his stairs, "did we just get back from the prom?" noticing the already flustered Tatsuha, he sympathized, "Sure, I would love it if you escorted me to my room," he giggled.
Tatsuha was delighted to her the acceptance and quickly walked to the steps he was standing at, and lead him all the way up the wooden stairs, passing the many doors to the designated one. Turning the knob, he opened the door to his room and turned on the light. The room did not even change from when he left it before; it was still as clean as it was when he put Ryuichi in his bed from being intoxicated. Sure, there were a few toys brought out here and there, but you cannot fix everything.
Without any hesitation, Ryuichi dashed to his king sized bed and dove right into the covers, digging his face into the fresh-smelling pillows with a grin. Sighing in delight of the feeling of his bed, he seemed to instantly fall asleep. He was so beautiful laying there. The covers that were protecting him would bend up and down over every curve of his petite body. Tatsuha decided to shut off the light so Ryuichi could get the sleep he deeply desired, and once he did, he noticed the true beauty. The room was so dark and the only light came from the window, with its curtains pulled back. Moonlight shined right through and on Ryuichi's bed, showing his sleeping face. He looked so childish in this light, yet he seemed so mature at the same time, almost as if he was two people in one perfect person.
"Goodnight," he whispered, although he knew he never would hear him at the slumber he was at right now.
Tossing and turning, Ryuichi let out a small groan between closed lips. "Tatsuha," he said at a small whisper. Sleeping was something he was actually not doing. Waiting until the man he called for paused at his door, he continued, "May I ask you for a favor?"
"Sure," Tatsuha smiled, turning back around to look at his featured. Although he was happy enough to do anything for the man before him, he was also very tired and the couch was calling for him.
He could hear Ryuichi fumbling and turning with the covers, "Lie down with me for a while," he barely said correctly. His voice seemed to go up and down in tone while he said the request.
"…" Tatsuha's functions all stopped at what he asked for. Naturally, he always planned for himself to just jump on Ryuichi like a darting bullet. However, now that he had exactly what he wanted in front of him, asking for it… he could not even move. If he wanted this so bad, why was he unable to do it? Just like when he asked for a kiss at the zoo. Something almost made him stop and warned him not to get too close, and making him shake with fear all over.
"Please?" the small voice came again in a different tone, "I always sleep by myself, except with Kumagorou. I just get sacred and lonely sometimes," he mumbled to himself.
Sympathy soon took over the boys' body and he carefully walked across the floor, trying to dodge his feet from stepping on the misplaced toys and getting hurt. He could feel his heart beat getting faster and faster, along with the weird feeling of the organ jumping into his throat. Reaching out his hands, he finally felt the bed mattress and sat down on it, knowing the man of his dreams was lying right next to him.
'What is wrong with me?' he asked himself. He was always so dominate and flirtatious with other men and woman, getting them straight to bed and having his way with them. Nevertheless, whenever he gets with Ryuichi, he freezes up whenever he gets this close to the only person he really wants do the things with. He does not even feel like himself, but a completely different person. Where is the demeanor that would just pounce Sakuma Ryuichi? Was he that different, even to himself?
Pulling the covers up, he slipped his body into the covers, making sure not to make much contact with Ryuichi. Tensing and nervous, he listened for any kind of movement within the bed and was happy to hear nothing at all. Maybe Ryuichi finally fell asleep after he only sat down.
"Well, at least I can finally get some sleep," he reassured himself. Letting out a deep breath, he suddenly felt something warm on his stomach area. It sent shivers down his spine, and started putting heat to his body. Reaching down to feel what it was, his hand met someone else's. With a quick gasp, he realized it was Ryuichi's own, small hand on his very stomach. Gasping for a good breath, he noticed the slow, circular motion his hand was starting to take on his body, tugging at his shirt. "Ryuichi," he asked.
Then, at what seemed a second, the other man's whole body seemed to press against his in a cuddling position. Smaller legs entangled with much muscular ones, rubbing his feet against Tatsuha's. Tatsuha could feel a warm, retentive breath along his neck and the rim of Ryuichi's forehead on the broad of his chin. All the closeness made him so nervous for some weird reason he could not explain.
'I cannot do this,' Tatsuha squinted his eyes shut, trying to figure out why he thought this way. 'Ryuichi does not even know about the whole Miyu situation, he would hate me if he did!' and then, he realized why he was so nervous. Remembering the "advice" Ryuichi gave him about the person Miyu loved. Knowing how Ryuichi felt: wanting the "guy" to explain to Miyu he loved someone else, and then telling the person he really loved the whole situation. It made Tatsuha feel so uncomfortable, as if he was the bad guy.
"Ryuichi," he chocked down.
Ryuichi, who was obviously awake, rubbed his face against the boy's neck sweetly, leaving pants of breath along the way, "Yeah?"
"Remember that person who loved Miyu? You know, the guy she could not love back, and you felt sorry for her about it?" he could not believe what he was saying right now. It was so hard to even bring all of these words out straight, and was afraid of how Ryuichi would act when it was all over.
"… Yeah," Ryuichi asked curiously. He had stopped everything he was doing shortly and his full attention to was Tatsuha and what he was telling him. In a way, he too was afraid of what he was going to say.
Could he really tell him that he was the exact man Miyu was telling him about, the man she was crying over? Would Ryuichi feel used after knowing he was doing all of this with him while he was engaged with her? More importantly, would he ever see him again after he told him the truth? Ryuichi would probably never want to see him again.
"What would you say if the guy she was talking about was me?" not daring to look at the other man, Tatsuha could only look at the pink bunny sitting at the edge of the bed.
Ryuichi stared up at Tatsuha with unbelievable eyes, and he felt his heart beat stop. Pulling back his hands from his body, he could only think of how much he wanted to strangle Tatsuha with those very hands. Was Tatsuha implying that he was the one Miyu was engaged to?
"It was you?" Ryuichi stuttered, not wanting to jump into anything.
Feeling the urge to save himself from any separation at all from Ryuichi, Tatsuha sighed with a big, fake exterior. For now, he could not even imagine his life without Ryuichi and did not want to lose him, at least not now. He was only still getting to know the man he felt deeply for and did not want it all to be for nothing between the both of them.
"No, April Fool's," he said, kissing him.
END
Well, how about that? It seems Tatsuha does not have the courage now to tell Ryuichi the truth. Actually, it is very human for him to do such a thing. It may be a bit selfish, but he just wants to stay close to Ryuichi as much a possible. Anyways, I would have hated my birthday being ruined by that!
Heh, look everyone… THEY ARE IN BED TOGETHER!! Praise me, and you may get more. =D
Happy Birthday, Ryu-chan! In real standards, you would be around 38 but you are 32 in this story. Be happy you feel so young, still.
Now, reviews! (I want more.)
Cherry-Wolf: Yeah, I think your fanfic is very interesting in many points. It is a little comforting that you 'love' this story. Thank you. To your other comments, truthfully, I have a big heart for Miyu. I hate her, yet I love her. Also, do not get off your soapbox. What you say is very true, but I think Miyu is a little too possessive and wants Tatsuha to herself with no interference whatsoever. That is probably what I hate about her. Heh, I do not even know things about the characters I am writing about. I just type everything without even thinking. Hope to see you review once more!
Nittle Grasper Wonder: Yes, I am a male. In addition, I am very pleased to receive hugs and kisses from you. It makes me want to get all stud-like. To the main point, I am not very fond of Miyu that much either. However, I still like her and feel a little sorry for her. Furthermore, stay in your seat because more kissing and everything will be coming up. Lemon scenes are starting their engines, also.
Queen of Vegetasei: Indeed, I am a guy. You do not know how weird it makes me feel to be commented that I write like a girl and seem like one. Hah, oh well. Maybe I should keep acting like a girl to have girls talk to me, and guys find me attractive. Thank you for the review and I am glad you are loving my fanfic! In addition, I wished I could have squeezed the animal suits in somewhere, but Tatsuha had to leave it because Miyu tagged along. Feels like you are back in 6th grade? Wow! I should start lessons and everything. To your seats, class. Tomorrow's lesson, smut between Tatsuha and Ryuichi. =P
Anna Sartin: It flatters me for you to say this is a piece of work, making it feel as if this is a masterpiece. As you have said, their relationship is growing slowly. It is not fast or slow, but at a normal pace as you would see in real life. I just now noticed as you implied it to me. =/
Komioji Fin: Rabid, rabid! Just kidding, and I love breadsticks with cheese if you are to hit me with one. Kill Miyu? I knew there were going to be a few people who are annoyed by her. Maybe I should just have her spleen erupt. I got more smooched from people! I am a plyaaaahh!
PikuPiku: Do you people not believe I am a guy? Yes, I am. I have been a male fan of Gravitation for years now, maybe starting around 1999 or so. Also, Miyu will forever LIVE! She is eternal. Mwaha!
Noali: Thanks. About the "strange" Ryuichi, I merely see that as just one of his moods or attitudes, just as people have mood swings. He is only one person to me. Of course, yes I am a male. Everyone is very surprised, although flattering. To your question, I like the manga. I am not really even a fan of the anime at all. So, you may not get some jokes or things in this story unless you have read the manga volumes 1-12. I hope I do not get a writer's block, either.
The Dark Neko: Actually, you are right. This world cannot live with Tatsuha/Ryuichi! We should all boycott and demand more Tatsuha/Ryuichi! Sounds fun, ne? Thank you for liking the Ryuichi I have written. As I have said, I do not like him too childish or too serious, he is just normal as he acts a lot more like in the manga. Miyu voodoo doll. Oooh, can I have a Tatsuha one? =D
Beachan18: Your reply makes me laugh. =B
OverBetweenUnder: I need to celebrate now. Thank you for putting this in your favorites, thank you!
Woodsie: My head is going to explode from my ego getting so large because of your compliments. I am the coolest guy ever? Why yes, I am. *laughs* Ryuichi asking Tatsuha to kiss him was a little weird, huh? =/
Now, your moment of Zen:
I am MALE! Hear my roar!!
Miyu: You all love me! You really, really love me! *blows kisses*
Don't eat peanuts, and Gravitation is owned by Maki Murakami.