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Thank you for everything you've pointed out, Anne7! I appreciate it....I'll try to make it better....and this was actually a original story, so I ACCIDENTALLY called Kamui 'Sinclair'.....Sorry! By the way, the characters are according to the manga, so Kamui's eyes are violet and Fuuma's ...ahem Golden-brown. But Kamui's eyes change colour every other colored picture, don't they? Lately, they're chrome silver....
They arranged to meet at the café near the studio; he was late. Kamui, being the nice polite and sweet rock star, waited. For half an hour. His shades were slipping off my face, his wig itchy and scratchy, even the make up he put on seemed to be melting in the intense heat of the merciless sun that burned the sidewalk outside the café were the out-door seats stood.
The waiters were like flies, swarming around him every five minutes, asking for his order. The girls from the next table stared at me the way beasts stare at meat. Kamui stifled a giggle. 'I probably don't look half bad in this get up...' He flashed a full-toothed smile at himself, like all naïve and stuck up rock stars do.
He saw that handsome face of the new manager not soon after the little action of self acknowledgement. His ebony hair was tousled, his skin covered in a thin layer of sweat, his clothes creased but still clung to him wonderfully, bringing out his...ahem gorgeous figure. 'Wait.....what am I thinking?!' Kamui mentally slapped himself. 'I'm a STRAIGHT rock star. Not gay. NOT GAY.' He waved the attractive man over, and leaned forward as Fuuma sat down.
"I have been waiting here..." He checked his watch in an overly dramatic manner that secretly amused Fuuma. "...for forty-five minutes. I demand an explanation." He said this quickly, flagging a waiter and ordering a cup of coffee. Fuuma smiled. The young waiter looked to Fuuma, his eyes as if asking in a dull tone, 'your order, please.' Fuuma smiled and waved his hand in a dismissive gesture.
"About the reason why I'm late..." Kamui watched the new manager's every fluid move. It was like he was born with natural grace, that every gesture, even the smallest one, made a difference to the world. This was of course, ABSURD.
The new manager was a tad bit uncomfortable under the intense watch, but continued. "I received a call that my sister had fainted, so I had to send- "
"WHAT?!"
Fuuma didn't know what the problem was.
They were in the hospital minutes later. Kamui had hailed a cab and literally pushed Fuuma inside, not bringing his own wallet, leaving Fuuma to pay the fee. Kamui just ignored the fact that Fuuma wasn't too happy with paying. They rushed to the reception, Kamui ridding himself of his itchy wig and melting make-up, the majority of the waiting room gasping at the appearance of the young rock star and his manager trailing behind him.
"K-Kamui!" A fan nearly fainted. Some relatives of patients almost mobbed him for his autograph. He knew he shouldn't have dropped the make-up and wig, but thanks to Fuuma, he made it safely to Yuzuriha's ward. (Author: gomen, gomen!! I've already used Kotori as Kamui's crush, so Nekoi will HAVE to be Fuuma's sister)
"Kamui?" Kamui looked at the teenager not older than he was lying on the hospital bed.
"That's right, Nekoi. This is Kamui."
Nekoi looked as if she was about to cry. "WOW." She said finally. Kamui stared at Fuuma. Fuuma was smiling sheepishly as Nekoi poured out her 'I've always wanted to see you in person' and 'I'm so happy' or 'I must be the luckiest person on Earth...' etc...
"Your sister must be so happy to be well...your sister, isn't she? You being my manager and all..." Kamui laughed as they walked down the hospital hallway. He was rubbing his ears from all listening to the 'idol worship' that came from Nekoi.
"Well...You ARE Kamui, after all." Came the smooth reply, and Kamui noticed how that hand moved languidly as it ran through silken strands of hair. He practically gagged.
"What's wrong?"
"choke N-Nothing! I mean- I wasn't staring or anything."
Fuuma regarded him with a strange expression.
". . . Right..."
A few nurses ran past the two still figures in the hallway giggling.
"I'll send you home." Kamui stared at Fuuma again. "W-what?" Fuuma watched him in a bored manner. "Do I need to spell it out for you? I-space-w-i-l-l-"
"I get the point!" Kamui pouted, Fuuma's turn to relish the sensuous shape of those lips...
Fuuma smiled. "Alright. So do you accept or decline my generous offer?" Kamui pondered on this a moment, before saying, "accept."
Fuuma smiled.
They made their way to the two seater convertible, Fuuma pulling out the keys to start the vehicle. "Why did you ask me out in the first place?" Kamui asked suddenly, violet eyes curious. Fuuma hopped into the driver's seat (literally) and started the car. He was starting to pull out of the parking space when he answered, "Well, to spend more time with you and get to know you better. I'm sure you feel awkward being with a murderer, right?"
Silence.
Kamui thought about this on the drive home. He stared at the air conditioning, the cool night air dispelling the need of it at the moment. "I've never thought about that." Fuuma glanced sideways at Kamui as they made a corner. "About what?" Kamui looked at Fuuma in an innocent and honest way. "I've never thought of you as murderer today until you reminded me." Fuuma chuckled as he turned into the car park of Kamui's condo. "So me being a murderer isn't the reason why you've been staring at me, is it?"
Kamui blushed.
"You want to come upstairs for a drink or something?" Fuuma smiled. "Yea, sure." Kamui climbed out of the car (he couldn't open the door for some reason... maybe it was locked...) Fuuma waited for him to limp to the lobby, before asking in a humoured voice, "Are you alright?" Kamui scowled and growled at the man (hah! I CAN rhyme!), pushing the button of the lift with such force it almost faulted.
Fuuma laughed.
He didn't stop giggling until he reached Kamui's unit. Kamui fiddled with the key of the varnished wooden door, letting a very ahem bubbly? Fuuma stay outside for near three minutes. Kamui was so nervous around him, Fuuma noted, while removing his shoes and stepping into the beautifully decorated apartment.
It was spacious, the living room was colour coded blue; all shades of the colour draped everywhere. The tiles were marble, and there was a cat-wait, a CAT?!
Fuuma stayed at the doorway, edging away as the cat noted Kamui's presence and came toward them. "Ah...Kamui-san..." Kamui turned around. The cat was staring at him from on the floor with those strange alien golden eyes. "I...I...I'm not very GOOD-" Fuuma yelped as the cat came closer to him. "- with...c-cats..." He stepped out into the hallway and closed the gate, before stepping a few steps back, making sure there was a safe distance between himself and the cat. "Fuuma?" Kamui stifled a laugh. "You're afraid of cats?" Kamui bent down to pick the cat up, (revealing a bit of skin due to the length of his shirt and how low he wore his pants) Kamui opened the gate with his free hand, his other cradling the small black Abyssinian, saying, "Come on, Fuuma, Javert doesn't bite..."
Thank you for everything you've pointed out, Anne7! I appreciate it....I'll try to make it better....and this was actually a original story, so I ACCIDENTALLY called Kamui 'Sinclair'.....Sorry! By the way, the characters are according to the manga, so Kamui's eyes are violet and Fuuma's ...ahem Golden-brown. But Kamui's eyes change colour every other colored picture, don't they? Lately, they're chrome silver....
They arranged to meet at the café near the studio; he was late. Kamui, being the nice polite and sweet rock star, waited. For half an hour. His shades were slipping off my face, his wig itchy and scratchy, even the make up he put on seemed to be melting in the intense heat of the merciless sun that burned the sidewalk outside the café were the out-door seats stood.
The waiters were like flies, swarming around him every five minutes, asking for his order. The girls from the next table stared at me the way beasts stare at meat. Kamui stifled a giggle. 'I probably don't look half bad in this get up...' He flashed a full-toothed smile at himself, like all naïve and stuck up rock stars do.
He saw that handsome face of the new manager not soon after the little action of self acknowledgement. His ebony hair was tousled, his skin covered in a thin layer of sweat, his clothes creased but still clung to him wonderfully, bringing out his...ahem gorgeous figure. 'Wait.....what am I thinking?!' Kamui mentally slapped himself. 'I'm a STRAIGHT rock star. Not gay. NOT GAY.' He waved the attractive man over, and leaned forward as Fuuma sat down.
"I have been waiting here..." He checked his watch in an overly dramatic manner that secretly amused Fuuma. "...for forty-five minutes. I demand an explanation." He said this quickly, flagging a waiter and ordering a cup of coffee. Fuuma smiled. The young waiter looked to Fuuma, his eyes as if asking in a dull tone, 'your order, please.' Fuuma smiled and waved his hand in a dismissive gesture.
"About the reason why I'm late..." Kamui watched the new manager's every fluid move. It was like he was born with natural grace, that every gesture, even the smallest one, made a difference to the world. This was of course, ABSURD.
The new manager was a tad bit uncomfortable under the intense watch, but continued. "I received a call that my sister had fainted, so I had to send- "
"WHAT?!"
Fuuma didn't know what the problem was.
They were in the hospital minutes later. Kamui had hailed a cab and literally pushed Fuuma inside, not bringing his own wallet, leaving Fuuma to pay the fee. Kamui just ignored the fact that Fuuma wasn't too happy with paying. They rushed to the reception, Kamui ridding himself of his itchy wig and melting make-up, the majority of the waiting room gasping at the appearance of the young rock star and his manager trailing behind him.
"K-Kamui!" A fan nearly fainted. Some relatives of patients almost mobbed him for his autograph. He knew he shouldn't have dropped the make-up and wig, but thanks to Fuuma, he made it safely to Yuzuriha's ward. (Author: gomen, gomen!! I've already used Kotori as Kamui's crush, so Nekoi will HAVE to be Fuuma's sister)
"Kamui?" Kamui looked at the teenager not older than he was lying on the hospital bed.
"That's right, Nekoi. This is Kamui."
Nekoi looked as if she was about to cry. "WOW." She said finally. Kamui stared at Fuuma. Fuuma was smiling sheepishly as Nekoi poured out her 'I've always wanted to see you in person' and 'I'm so happy' or 'I must be the luckiest person on Earth...' etc...
"Your sister must be so happy to be well...your sister, isn't she? You being my manager and all..." Kamui laughed as they walked down the hospital hallway. He was rubbing his ears from all listening to the 'idol worship' that came from Nekoi.
"Well...You ARE Kamui, after all." Came the smooth reply, and Kamui noticed how that hand moved languidly as it ran through silken strands of hair. He practically gagged.
"What's wrong?"
"choke N-Nothing! I mean- I wasn't staring or anything."
Fuuma regarded him with a strange expression.
". . . Right..."
A few nurses ran past the two still figures in the hallway giggling.
"I'll send you home." Kamui stared at Fuuma again. "W-what?" Fuuma watched him in a bored manner. "Do I need to spell it out for you? I-space-w-i-l-l-"
"I get the point!" Kamui pouted, Fuuma's turn to relish the sensuous shape of those lips...
Fuuma smiled. "Alright. So do you accept or decline my generous offer?" Kamui pondered on this a moment, before saying, "accept."
Fuuma smiled.
They made their way to the two seater convertible, Fuuma pulling out the keys to start the vehicle. "Why did you ask me out in the first place?" Kamui asked suddenly, violet eyes curious. Fuuma hopped into the driver's seat (literally) and started the car. He was starting to pull out of the parking space when he answered, "Well, to spend more time with you and get to know you better. I'm sure you feel awkward being with a murderer, right?"
Silence.
Kamui thought about this on the drive home. He stared at the air conditioning, the cool night air dispelling the need of it at the moment. "I've never thought about that." Fuuma glanced sideways at Kamui as they made a corner. "About what?" Kamui looked at Fuuma in an innocent and honest way. "I've never thought of you as murderer today until you reminded me." Fuuma chuckled as he turned into the car park of Kamui's condo. "So me being a murderer isn't the reason why you've been staring at me, is it?"
Kamui blushed.
"You want to come upstairs for a drink or something?" Fuuma smiled. "Yea, sure." Kamui climbed out of the car (he couldn't open the door for some reason... maybe it was locked...) Fuuma waited for him to limp to the lobby, before asking in a humoured voice, "Are you alright?" Kamui scowled and growled at the man (hah! I CAN rhyme!), pushing the button of the lift with such force it almost faulted.
Fuuma laughed.
He didn't stop giggling until he reached Kamui's unit. Kamui fiddled with the key of the varnished wooden door, letting a very ahem bubbly? Fuuma stay outside for near three minutes. Kamui was so nervous around him, Fuuma noted, while removing his shoes and stepping into the beautifully decorated apartment.
It was spacious, the living room was colour coded blue; all shades of the colour draped everywhere. The tiles were marble, and there was a cat-wait, a CAT?!
Fuuma stayed at the doorway, edging away as the cat noted Kamui's presence and came toward them. "Ah...Kamui-san..." Kamui turned around. The cat was staring at him from on the floor with those strange alien golden eyes. "I...I...I'm not very GOOD-" Fuuma yelped as the cat came closer to him. "- with...c-cats..." He stepped out into the hallway and closed the gate, before stepping a few steps back, making sure there was a safe distance between himself and the cat. "Fuuma?" Kamui stifled a laugh. "You're afraid of cats?" Kamui bent down to pick the cat up, (revealing a bit of skin due to the length of his shirt and how low he wore his pants) Kamui opened the gate with his free hand, his other cradling the small black Abyssinian, saying, "Come on, Fuuma, Javert doesn't bite..."