Whispers of Time Part 2
Author: Harsha Raja
I hope you enjoy the second part of my fic. I would really appreciate it if you could review it and give me some ideas for my next chappie. Thank you for all the positive comments that I have received so far. I really appreciate them. Anyway do enjoy this chapter.
Work was a torture. It seemed like the harder he worked, the more his manager pushed him to achieve more. It was seriously beginning to wear him out. Hiro drove him back home in his new SLK Mercedes. Bad Luck was famous now, and he Shindou Shuichi was a superstar, yet all he could think about was locking himself up in his apartment and becoming recluse. When had it come down to this? His mind portrayed a time when he hadn't been as successful but he had been happiest. That had been when he was still Yuki's lover. Realizing his train of thoughts wasn't going to help his current mood, he switched on his music system and blasted it at an ear-deafening decibel.
Yuki was really pissed off. He had thought that moving into an apartment on the 10h floor would provide him with some peace so that he would be able to write his latest novel. Instead he had somehow landed up with a neighbor who liked listening to his music at a level that defied normal human hearing frequency. He had tried stuffing his ears with plugs to drown out the sound, but that hadn't helped in the slightest. To make matters worse, his walls were supposed to be sound proof but yet he could hear the music. That was it; he had had enough. He was going to go over and give his neighbor a piece of his mind. He walked over to his neighbor's apartment and banged on the front door. Once, twice, still no answer. He finally got so angry that he kicked the door, hard. He heard footsteps from inside the flat, and slowly the door opened to reveal a young man about 23 years old, shirtless and with an annoyed expression on his face.
Shuichi opened the door ready to yell at the idiot who was disturbing his relaxation only to feel as if someone had kicked him in the gut. Standing right before him was none other than Yuki Eiri, romance novelist and ex-lover. He stood there gaping not knowing what to say. Yuki hadn't changed much. He was still as gorgeous as he had been before. Only difference was that his hair was slightly longer than before and that he was a little bit leaner. He expected Yuki to acknowledge him with something like, "Kuso gaki, what the hell are you doing here?" but instead all he got was a cold glare. "Would you turn your fucking stereo down or should I do it for you!" was all the blonde haired man said. Shuichi was incensed; how dare the man barge over here and tell him to turn down his volume. He glared back at Yuki and in an icy voice replied, "I'm entitled to listen to my stereo at an volume I wish, so buzz off".
Yuki glared at the boy and in a low, threatening voice said that he would call the cops. The strawberry blonde haired boy replied that he could do whatever the hell he wanted but he was not turning down the volume. Yuki turned around and walked away from the guy before he did something that he might regret later. His neighbor was an asshole and he was going to find a way to make him turn down that damn stereo of his. He stepped back into his apartment angry as hell. Even though he had been furious with the boy he couldn't help but notice that the boy was stunning. He had been about 175cm tall with strawberry blonde hair that fell to his chin in layers. Thick bangs had covered part of his eyes that had seemed to be an unusual color. He hadn't been able to tell as he had been wearing lightly tinted spectacles. His face was boyishly beautiful and his lean yet willowy body with ivory colored skin screamed perfection. Something about the boy seemed familiar but he couldn't place it. It was as if he had met the boy somewhere before, but he would definitely remember a face like that. When the strawberry blonde had opened the door there had been a stunned expression on his face. Yuki figured it was just his overactive imagination.
Author: Harsha Raja
I hope you enjoy the second part of my fic. I would really appreciate it if you could review it and give me some ideas for my next chappie. Thank you for all the positive comments that I have received so far. I really appreciate them. Anyway do enjoy this chapter.
Work was a torture. It seemed like the harder he worked, the more his manager pushed him to achieve more. It was seriously beginning to wear him out. Hiro drove him back home in his new SLK Mercedes. Bad Luck was famous now, and he Shindou Shuichi was a superstar, yet all he could think about was locking himself up in his apartment and becoming recluse. When had it come down to this? His mind portrayed a time when he hadn't been as successful but he had been happiest. That had been when he was still Yuki's lover. Realizing his train of thoughts wasn't going to help his current mood, he switched on his music system and blasted it at an ear-deafening decibel.
Yuki was really pissed off. He had thought that moving into an apartment on the 10h floor would provide him with some peace so that he would be able to write his latest novel. Instead he had somehow landed up with a neighbor who liked listening to his music at a level that defied normal human hearing frequency. He had tried stuffing his ears with plugs to drown out the sound, but that hadn't helped in the slightest. To make matters worse, his walls were supposed to be sound proof but yet he could hear the music. That was it; he had had enough. He was going to go over and give his neighbor a piece of his mind. He walked over to his neighbor's apartment and banged on the front door. Once, twice, still no answer. He finally got so angry that he kicked the door, hard. He heard footsteps from inside the flat, and slowly the door opened to reveal a young man about 23 years old, shirtless and with an annoyed expression on his face.
Shuichi opened the door ready to yell at the idiot who was disturbing his relaxation only to feel as if someone had kicked him in the gut. Standing right before him was none other than Yuki Eiri, romance novelist and ex-lover. He stood there gaping not knowing what to say. Yuki hadn't changed much. He was still as gorgeous as he had been before. Only difference was that his hair was slightly longer than before and that he was a little bit leaner. He expected Yuki to acknowledge him with something like, "Kuso gaki, what the hell are you doing here?" but instead all he got was a cold glare. "Would you turn your fucking stereo down or should I do it for you!" was all the blonde haired man said. Shuichi was incensed; how dare the man barge over here and tell him to turn down his volume. He glared back at Yuki and in an icy voice replied, "I'm entitled to listen to my stereo at an volume I wish, so buzz off".
Yuki glared at the boy and in a low, threatening voice said that he would call the cops. The strawberry blonde haired boy replied that he could do whatever the hell he wanted but he was not turning down the volume. Yuki turned around and walked away from the guy before he did something that he might regret later. His neighbor was an asshole and he was going to find a way to make him turn down that damn stereo of his. He stepped back into his apartment angry as hell. Even though he had been furious with the boy he couldn't help but notice that the boy was stunning. He had been about 175cm tall with strawberry blonde hair that fell to his chin in layers. Thick bangs had covered part of his eyes that had seemed to be an unusual color. He hadn't been able to tell as he had been wearing lightly tinted spectacles. His face was boyishly beautiful and his lean yet willowy body with ivory colored skin screamed perfection. Something about the boy seemed familiar but he couldn't place it. It was as if he had met the boy somewhere before, but he would definitely remember a face like that. When the strawberry blonde had opened the door there had been a stunned expression on his face. Yuki figured it was just his overactive imagination.
