A/N: Here's chapter two. Sorry about the delay, but I've decided to post one chappy a week. That way I don't rush things and we are all happy, ok? And the first chappy was more of a prologue, I think. I should have called it prologue. Well *sigh*, what's done it's done.
The epilogue for "A devil's thrill" should take another week or so; will you wait for it?
Another thing is that I've just realised I've been writing Tsusuki instead of Tsuzuki all along. I'm just an air head. Why can't I pay attention when I write?? *whimpers* Anyway, should I , like, repost everything? It's like so much work, I don't want to!! T.T. It's your call. You tell me.
I forgot to mention on the first chappy; YNM is not mine. So, Matsushita-sensei, if you are thinking about suing me, please, I just forgot!! *cries*
Enjoy!
A SMILE UPON MY FACE
The warm April's sun would simply not be intimidated by the curtains. No matter how thick or dark they'd be, the stubborn star would manage to sneak a few rays of piercing light into the darkened room. And for some mystery of nature, said rays would always find their way into the sleeping faces of the occupants of the room, to stir them awake.
Or at least one of them, as it happened that morning. Tatsumi wasn't bothered by such gentle awakening. It was the perfect end for a perfect night- the icing of the cake- waking up that morning with such a gorgeous creature in his arms and the warm sun greeting him into a new day.
'Pffff...When did I became so poetic?' he thought, unable to keep the smile from his face as Tsuzuki stirred and moved his head from Tatsumi's chest to his shoulder, allowing the other boy to admire the peaceful expression on his face, his cheeks flushed with sleep and something else.
He ran a hand through the lean back, tracing the spine with one lazy finger. It was during those moments that Tatsumi forgot all his problems and doubts. When he'd remember what had made him fall for the amethyst eyed boy in the first place. It was also those moments that made it impossible for him to do the sensible thing and break up with Tsuzuki; but that wasn't on his mind at that time.
He kissed the sleeping boy's forehead and shook him gently. It was funny how much Tsuzuki depended on him to protect him, if you considered that the other boy was a good year older than him. But Tatsumi didn't mind taking care of him.
Tsuzuki opened his eyes and graced Tatsumi with a lazy smile.
"'Morning." the older boy said.
"Sleep well?"
Tsuzuki nodded.
"Not nearly enough to recover from last night...," he teased, "but it was a nice sleep." And Tatsumi knew that meant a lot. He pulled out from the embrace, gently depositing the other boy on the bed as Tsuzuki stretched like a cat. "Ah, do we really have to get up?" he whined.
Tatsumi raised his finger up in the air, scolding him slightly.
"Yes, don't be lazy. It's our first day. You don't want to make the teachers angry...again."
Tsuzuki groaned and hugged his pillow.
"Look at him, all responsible. They make you president of the student council and suddenly you think you're my dad."
There wasn't any real spite in his voice. They were both used to that kind of teasing bickering, that never led to anything bad. Nothing bad at all.
"Now, that would be just sick." Tatsumi pulled the covers violently from his lover's body and grabbed his arm, forcing him to get up. "The sun is shining, the sky is blue, the birds are singing and all that crap. Don't make me drag you to the shower and get up."
Tsuzuki got a strange gleam in his eyes and let himself fall limply on the floor.
"You *wouldn't*" he challenged.
Tatsumi threw himself on top of the other boy before he had time to react and started tickling him mercilessly.
"No, you're right, I wouldn't." he laughed, seeing Tsuzuki squirm beneath him at the torture.
"You're *evil*!" Tsuzuki said in between laughs.
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Watari hadn't slept at all. He didn't have any trouble sleeping; oh, no! He was actually very good at it. But he'd come up with an idea for a mathematic theorem, hoping that, at last, he'd be able to discover something no other mathematic had ever thought of. But of course, his thing was chemistry, not maths, and by four a.m. he realised what he was doing was just plain ludicrous.
He didn't feel like going to bed by then. He just poured a *large* cup of coffee and sat at his windowsill to stare at the stars. His little parakeet was sleeping in a little ball on his shoulder, and he absentmindedly petted it's chest once in a while, whistling happily.
003. He didn't really know why he'd named her that. She was his only company.
Watari's thoughts went back to the gypsy's words. He could hardly believe how to the point they'd been. Yes, he was loosing hope that the one he loved would ever love him back. After all, he already had someone. Someone who was a lot more masculine than him.
He fingered his shoulder length hair, pensive.
'Maybe I should cut it. I do look like a girl.' he thought. But the idea of getting rid of his curls sent shivers down his spine.
He had troubles; he got sad often. But he was, all in all, happy. All his life he'd used his smiles to get over the pain life would throw his way. His parents had died when he was 12, but if he hadn't pulled himself together and had maintained his excellent academic performance, he'd ended in an orphanage, instead of such a prestigious school. He'd always been an awkward looking kid, being bullied and teased, but if he hadn't kept his smile and good humour, he wouldn't have such wonderful friends, as few as they were.
The glass could be half full if you let it, no matter how hard life treated you.
The sun eventually rose over the horizon, and Watari realised he'd have to face the day sleepless. He shrugged. It wasn't the first time. He rose from his seat, ready to take a shower and yet another cup of coffee, when his eyes landed on the other bed in the bedroom.
His roommate from last year wasn't coming back this term. Watari was glad, since he didn't approve of the boy's living habits. The blonde smiled at the prospect of his new roommate. Maybe they could be friends. Maybe he liked science too. He really needed company in that room.
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Even when the sun was shining bright and the air was warm and pleasant, a grey, menacing cloud lingered over Muraki Kazutaka's head from a past storm. With two crispy white roses in one hand that matched his hair and trench coat, and a red one in the other, he stood in front of the two graves.
He left the first white rose on top of his father's tombstone, without even regarding the grave with a second glance. He did knelt in front of his mother's grave, his eyes filling with tears, leaving the second rose almost with adoration next to her name.
He whispered a prayer no one would hear as the tears left his silver eyes. There wasn't only sadness in those tears, though. Muraki could feel anger; a sort of violence growing inside of him. He couldn't explain it; it had started the day his mother had died. He felt like breaking something. Like destroying everything that was beautiful; just like his mother had been, because there shouldn't be beauty in the world if she wasn't there anymore.
Scared of his own thoughts, he left the grave rather hastily, walking to the other end of the small cementery, to find the last grave he'd gone to visit. Though he tried to run away from his growing anger, it only kept getting stronger with each step he took.
He had been beautiful too; Muraki thought bitterly. How he wished to have that beautiful face, with that sinister smile, in front of him again; just so he could take his gracious neck with his hands and watch his life slip away from him.
Muraki gripped the red rose tight, the thorns digging into his skin until small drops of blood begun dripping from his hand and onto the dirt.
"Long time no see, Saki." he said with a sarcastic smile as he stopped in front of his half-brother's grave.
With deep gushes on his palm, he torn the rose into little pieces and dropped them to the ground, stepping on them as he would on a cigarette.
Oriya watched his best friend from a distance, waiting for him to pay his respects to his family before accompanying him back to school. He was more than a little surprised when he saw Muraki walking towards Saki's grave and saw the entire scene with alarm. He was torn between giving his best friend the privacy such a situation entitled or stepping in and stopping something he knew would affect Muraki for days.
Ever since his half-brother had murdered his parents, Muraki hadn't been the same. Oriya could see that his best friend wasn't just grieving. At first he had thought the older boy just wanted revenge, as impossible as it was. But it soon became evident that his friend's turmoil was far more deep and worrying. He was loosing himself, and there was nothing Oriya could do for him.
When it became obvious Muraki wasn't leaving the grave on his own, Oriya walked up to him, resting a hand gently of the other boy's back. The silver haired boy turned around, startled.
"Sempai?" Oriya said with an apologetic smile. "We're going to be late."
"Give me one more minute." he answered flatly.
Muraki's stare was blank. Though he was looking at his friend, Oriya thought he was staring right through him. He never took his hand from his friend's back, he just stepped closer and remained silent. There wasn't any talking him out of it. If Muraki wanted one more minute, he would have it; but that didn't mean he'd have to leave him alone.
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"Are you nervous?" Tsuzuki asked in front of the full length mirror, fighting with his stupid school tie. 4 years, and the damn thing still wouldn't give him a break.
"Nervous?" Tatsumi asked, frowning. "Why should I be?"
"Well..." Tsuzuki tried to hide his frustration with the piece of fabric. "It's your last year. Last year today, I was really nervous! Ah, if only I'd known..." he sighed dramatically, but Tatsumi could see he was really affected by it.
He approached the other boy, taking the tie from his clumsy fingers and begun tying it expertly.
"I'm not nervous. If I really apply in my studies, there shouldn't be a problem; and you bet I'm gonna make sure you pass this year. Ok?" he said gently, with a firm tug of the tie, dusting Tsuzuki's blazer afterwards.
Tsuzuki smiled sheepishly.
"I should just study, like that gypsy said, eh?"
"Yes; that sure wouldn't hurt." Tatsumi got a faraway look on his face. "She seemed to know a lot of things, didn't she? I'm sure it was just good luck, but..."
They both averted their eyes from each other; Tsuzuki looked down sadly.
"So...what she said about you. Is it true?"
Tatsumi looked at him startled, and shifted uncomfortably.
"What do you mean?" Of course he already knew the answer.
"Is there someone else you like?" Tsuzuki's big eyes were shimmering, and Tatsumi pulled the other boy to him, circling his arms around the slim waist.
"I love you; you know that,..." he then sighed. "But,...maybe you should think about what she said? That there's someone better than me for you?"
Tsuzuki pushed him away from him a little harder than what he'd intended to. Tatsumi almost fell but his reflects reacted in time. Still, he gave the older boy a hurt look.
"Sorry...I..." Tsuzuki ran a hand through his hair. "You sound like you're hoping I'll dump you. Is that it? You just want to get rid of me?"
The taller boy approached Tsuzuki slowly; carefully as to not scare a wounded animal, and shook his head no.
"Tsuzuki... I really do love you. But we both know..." he sighed. "I can't make you happy, but most important, I just can't see you unhappy anymore...it hurts. You..." he took Tsuzuki's chin gently with his fingers and lifted it. "You deserve better. You deserve to be happy."
Tsuzuki closed his eyes and rested his head on Tatsumi's shoulder, hugging the other boy tight.
"You make me happy. I love you; please don't leave me." the pained tone his lover used made Tatsumi's eyes burn.
If he had to be honest, he'd confess he felt trapped. His love for the boy was so strong, that even when he knew he should break things off for both their sakes, the idea of hurting Tsuzuki was too much for him to bare. He'd have to bury those feelings deep and forget about them.
Maybe Tsuzuki would find someone good for him soon.
That was a horrible thought to be carrying around, but he just couldn't help himself. He didn't know what made him wrong for Tsuzuki. He'd tried his best; he'd gone out of his way to make his boyfriend's life easier, to no avail. No one could have tried as hard as he had to make that relationship work. He just hoped it wouldn't hurt too much when it happened; when the right person appeared in Tsuzuki's life. He hoped that another person- a very specific person- would wait for him for as long as it took for that to happen.
"I won't leave you. I promise." he said softly, stroking the soft, dark hair.
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"Room 545..." the green eyed boy, carrying more suitcases than what he could carry, eyed the piece of paper in his hand wearily and then stared back at the door. "Yup, this is it. I wonder what my roommate's like..."
He put most of his luggage down and knocked.
Nothing.
He knocked again, and again got no reply. He checked his wrist watch. It was too early for the occupant of the room to be out but too late for him to be sleeping. Classes would start in less than half an hour.
Trust his parents to make his life even more complicated by dropping him in his new school half an hour before he had to go to class.
"Well, it's my room too..." he told himself before opening the door.
The first thing that came into his mind when he caught a glimpse of the limp figure sleeping peacefully next to the window was that maybe he'd gotten into the wrong dorm.
He couldn't see his roommate's face; only a head covered in beautiful golden hair falling messily around a delicate neck. From a closer distance, he could see he was, indeed, a boy, and the new student sighed relieved. At least he wasn't the only one who looked like a girl. His roommate, at least, wouldn't tease him about it.
He managed to get all his things into the room, settling them in between both beds. He couldn't know which one was his bed. Both of them had things on them and they were both made.
The blond didn't seem to have any intention of waking up soon, so he shook his shoulders a little. The sleeping boy stirred and groaned slightly, before opening one accusing eye. His glasses were crooked and his eyes fogged. The young man feared his roommate was angry with him for waking him, if the death glare with which he was gracing him was any indication. But a moment later the blond blinked a few times and smiled widely, out of the blue.
"Ah! I'm sorry..." the blond laughed. "I must have fallen asleep."
The new student sighed in relief. Last thing he wanted was to start his relationship with the one who'd be his roommate for the entire year on wrong foot.
"I'm the one who's sorry. I thought I should wake you, because class is about to start."
"Oh?" With alarm, the blond glanced at his watch. "Thank goodness you were around!! I cold have slept all through my first class!!" He jumped suddenly, a worried and startled look on his face, and leaped towards of the beds. "Oh, gods!" he started throwing everything that was on it towards the other side of the room. "I'm terribly sorry! I had intended to do this sooner, but as you saw, I fell asleep. I'm sorry about the mess, too. I promise I'll put things in order today after class." Still throwing stuff, he pointed to the window, without taking his eyes from his task. "Ah! And that over there is 003. I hope you like her; she likes you, it seems."
He followed his roommate's finger with his eyes and his gaze landed on a cute little bird that was staring at him curiously, batting it's wings cheerfully.
"Hi there." Hisoka said rubbing it's chest with one finger. "Don't worry about the room. I've been in worse."
The blond looked up, smiling.
"Was your last school *that* bad?"
"Not last one." He laughed slightly. "But when you change schools as often as I do, you're bound to bump into some creepy roommates."
"Oh, yeah!" the taller of the two replied, as he tossed the last of his stuff on top of his desk and stood in front of the other boy. "You should have met my last one. Total freak. But though there's a healthy share of freaks in this school, you'll meet some really nice people. I can show you around, if you like."
"That'd be nice. I'm turning seventeen this year, so I think this will be the last school I attend. It'd be nice to get to know people and stuff." he noticed that the taller boy had a blank, dumbfounded expression on his face; shocked almost. "What?" he asked concerned.
"You...you..." the blond shook his head, rubbing the back of his neck with one hand. "You're older than me??!"
"Uhm...I don't know? Maybe?" In all honesty, he wouldn't be surprised if that was the case. He'd always looked younger, and his height didn't help at all.
"Ahhh!" the blond cried. "I'm always going to be the younger?! It's so not fair!!" he sighed in defeat and shook his head helplessly. "Well, there's nothing I can do about it. But still, I guess we'll be classmates? You're a senior, right?" the other boy nodded. "Then you should meet my friends. Come on!" he took the boy's hand and pulled him out of the room. "I'm sure they'll like you!!" he thought of something then, and stopped, turning to look at his roommate. "What's your name?"
Hisoka smiled and extended his hand.
"I'm Kurosaki Hisoka."
"Watari Yutaka, nice to meet you Kurosaki-kun!" Watari took his hand and shook it wholeheartedly, shaking all of Hisoka as well in the process.
~Tsuzuku~
Well, well...5 reviews on the first chappy...niiiice...
Keep that up people, and I might reconsider my "one-update-a-week" rule.
And now to the reviews.
Kyraille Faye; a familiar face, heh heh. Nice to see you're liking this too. Ah, I just love Watari and Tatsumi so much, that even when I know Tatsumi super cares about Tsuzuki I just can't bring myself to leave 'Tari all alone.
Tifa, my darling. Another familiar face. Multiple pairings are the best. Looooooooove multiple pairings. I just want everyone neatly paired. I'm a hopeless romantic. *sigh*
Cofi, yet another familiar face!! Wow, ADT was really a success; I've never had relapse victims to my writing. And Tatsumi is a cheap bastard, but he has a big heart, ne? *-*
Lina; how'd I wish for my writing to be good. *low self-esteem face* I just don't know. Maybe if you all keep inflating my ego I'll finally believe it? Heh, heh. And here's 'Soka-chan for you. Do you like how he came into the picture? Hope you stick around. -
Raz! Studies are everything! You shouldn't get distracted...Oh, ok, I don't even believe that myself. Look who's talking, you get distracted reading this, while I should be looking for a job instead of writing. Why can writing fanfics be a job? I'm mildly good at it! I'm not good at much. T-T.
Thanks all for the reviews, we're up to a good start, ne?
Mata raishuu!!!
The epilogue for "A devil's thrill" should take another week or so; will you wait for it?
Another thing is that I've just realised I've been writing Tsusuki instead of Tsuzuki all along. I'm just an air head. Why can't I pay attention when I write?? *whimpers* Anyway, should I , like, repost everything? It's like so much work, I don't want to!! T.T. It's your call. You tell me.
I forgot to mention on the first chappy; YNM is not mine. So, Matsushita-sensei, if you are thinking about suing me, please, I just forgot!! *cries*
Enjoy!
A SMILE UPON MY FACE
The warm April's sun would simply not be intimidated by the curtains. No matter how thick or dark they'd be, the stubborn star would manage to sneak a few rays of piercing light into the darkened room. And for some mystery of nature, said rays would always find their way into the sleeping faces of the occupants of the room, to stir them awake.
Or at least one of them, as it happened that morning. Tatsumi wasn't bothered by such gentle awakening. It was the perfect end for a perfect night- the icing of the cake- waking up that morning with such a gorgeous creature in his arms and the warm sun greeting him into a new day.
'Pffff...When did I became so poetic?' he thought, unable to keep the smile from his face as Tsuzuki stirred and moved his head from Tatsumi's chest to his shoulder, allowing the other boy to admire the peaceful expression on his face, his cheeks flushed with sleep and something else.
He ran a hand through the lean back, tracing the spine with one lazy finger. It was during those moments that Tatsumi forgot all his problems and doubts. When he'd remember what had made him fall for the amethyst eyed boy in the first place. It was also those moments that made it impossible for him to do the sensible thing and break up with Tsuzuki; but that wasn't on his mind at that time.
He kissed the sleeping boy's forehead and shook him gently. It was funny how much Tsuzuki depended on him to protect him, if you considered that the other boy was a good year older than him. But Tatsumi didn't mind taking care of him.
Tsuzuki opened his eyes and graced Tatsumi with a lazy smile.
"'Morning." the older boy said.
"Sleep well?"
Tsuzuki nodded.
"Not nearly enough to recover from last night...," he teased, "but it was a nice sleep." And Tatsumi knew that meant a lot. He pulled out from the embrace, gently depositing the other boy on the bed as Tsuzuki stretched like a cat. "Ah, do we really have to get up?" he whined.
Tatsumi raised his finger up in the air, scolding him slightly.
"Yes, don't be lazy. It's our first day. You don't want to make the teachers angry...again."
Tsuzuki groaned and hugged his pillow.
"Look at him, all responsible. They make you president of the student council and suddenly you think you're my dad."
There wasn't any real spite in his voice. They were both used to that kind of teasing bickering, that never led to anything bad. Nothing bad at all.
"Now, that would be just sick." Tatsumi pulled the covers violently from his lover's body and grabbed his arm, forcing him to get up. "The sun is shining, the sky is blue, the birds are singing and all that crap. Don't make me drag you to the shower and get up."
Tsuzuki got a strange gleam in his eyes and let himself fall limply on the floor.
"You *wouldn't*" he challenged.
Tatsumi threw himself on top of the other boy before he had time to react and started tickling him mercilessly.
"No, you're right, I wouldn't." he laughed, seeing Tsuzuki squirm beneath him at the torture.
"You're *evil*!" Tsuzuki said in between laughs.
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Watari hadn't slept at all. He didn't have any trouble sleeping; oh, no! He was actually very good at it. But he'd come up with an idea for a mathematic theorem, hoping that, at last, he'd be able to discover something no other mathematic had ever thought of. But of course, his thing was chemistry, not maths, and by four a.m. he realised what he was doing was just plain ludicrous.
He didn't feel like going to bed by then. He just poured a *large* cup of coffee and sat at his windowsill to stare at the stars. His little parakeet was sleeping in a little ball on his shoulder, and he absentmindedly petted it's chest once in a while, whistling happily.
003. He didn't really know why he'd named her that. She was his only company.
Watari's thoughts went back to the gypsy's words. He could hardly believe how to the point they'd been. Yes, he was loosing hope that the one he loved would ever love him back. After all, he already had someone. Someone who was a lot more masculine than him.
He fingered his shoulder length hair, pensive.
'Maybe I should cut it. I do look like a girl.' he thought. But the idea of getting rid of his curls sent shivers down his spine.
He had troubles; he got sad often. But he was, all in all, happy. All his life he'd used his smiles to get over the pain life would throw his way. His parents had died when he was 12, but if he hadn't pulled himself together and had maintained his excellent academic performance, he'd ended in an orphanage, instead of such a prestigious school. He'd always been an awkward looking kid, being bullied and teased, but if he hadn't kept his smile and good humour, he wouldn't have such wonderful friends, as few as they were.
The glass could be half full if you let it, no matter how hard life treated you.
The sun eventually rose over the horizon, and Watari realised he'd have to face the day sleepless. He shrugged. It wasn't the first time. He rose from his seat, ready to take a shower and yet another cup of coffee, when his eyes landed on the other bed in the bedroom.
His roommate from last year wasn't coming back this term. Watari was glad, since he didn't approve of the boy's living habits. The blonde smiled at the prospect of his new roommate. Maybe they could be friends. Maybe he liked science too. He really needed company in that room.
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Even when the sun was shining bright and the air was warm and pleasant, a grey, menacing cloud lingered over Muraki Kazutaka's head from a past storm. With two crispy white roses in one hand that matched his hair and trench coat, and a red one in the other, he stood in front of the two graves.
He left the first white rose on top of his father's tombstone, without even regarding the grave with a second glance. He did knelt in front of his mother's grave, his eyes filling with tears, leaving the second rose almost with adoration next to her name.
He whispered a prayer no one would hear as the tears left his silver eyes. There wasn't only sadness in those tears, though. Muraki could feel anger; a sort of violence growing inside of him. He couldn't explain it; it had started the day his mother had died. He felt like breaking something. Like destroying everything that was beautiful; just like his mother had been, because there shouldn't be beauty in the world if she wasn't there anymore.
Scared of his own thoughts, he left the grave rather hastily, walking to the other end of the small cementery, to find the last grave he'd gone to visit. Though he tried to run away from his growing anger, it only kept getting stronger with each step he took.
He had been beautiful too; Muraki thought bitterly. How he wished to have that beautiful face, with that sinister smile, in front of him again; just so he could take his gracious neck with his hands and watch his life slip away from him.
Muraki gripped the red rose tight, the thorns digging into his skin until small drops of blood begun dripping from his hand and onto the dirt.
"Long time no see, Saki." he said with a sarcastic smile as he stopped in front of his half-brother's grave.
With deep gushes on his palm, he torn the rose into little pieces and dropped them to the ground, stepping on them as he would on a cigarette.
Oriya watched his best friend from a distance, waiting for him to pay his respects to his family before accompanying him back to school. He was more than a little surprised when he saw Muraki walking towards Saki's grave and saw the entire scene with alarm. He was torn between giving his best friend the privacy such a situation entitled or stepping in and stopping something he knew would affect Muraki for days.
Ever since his half-brother had murdered his parents, Muraki hadn't been the same. Oriya could see that his best friend wasn't just grieving. At first he had thought the older boy just wanted revenge, as impossible as it was. But it soon became evident that his friend's turmoil was far more deep and worrying. He was loosing himself, and there was nothing Oriya could do for him.
When it became obvious Muraki wasn't leaving the grave on his own, Oriya walked up to him, resting a hand gently of the other boy's back. The silver haired boy turned around, startled.
"Sempai?" Oriya said with an apologetic smile. "We're going to be late."
"Give me one more minute." he answered flatly.
Muraki's stare was blank. Though he was looking at his friend, Oriya thought he was staring right through him. He never took his hand from his friend's back, he just stepped closer and remained silent. There wasn't any talking him out of it. If Muraki wanted one more minute, he would have it; but that didn't mean he'd have to leave him alone.
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"Are you nervous?" Tsuzuki asked in front of the full length mirror, fighting with his stupid school tie. 4 years, and the damn thing still wouldn't give him a break.
"Nervous?" Tatsumi asked, frowning. "Why should I be?"
"Well..." Tsuzuki tried to hide his frustration with the piece of fabric. "It's your last year. Last year today, I was really nervous! Ah, if only I'd known..." he sighed dramatically, but Tatsumi could see he was really affected by it.
He approached the other boy, taking the tie from his clumsy fingers and begun tying it expertly.
"I'm not nervous. If I really apply in my studies, there shouldn't be a problem; and you bet I'm gonna make sure you pass this year. Ok?" he said gently, with a firm tug of the tie, dusting Tsuzuki's blazer afterwards.
Tsuzuki smiled sheepishly.
"I should just study, like that gypsy said, eh?"
"Yes; that sure wouldn't hurt." Tatsumi got a faraway look on his face. "She seemed to know a lot of things, didn't she? I'm sure it was just good luck, but..."
They both averted their eyes from each other; Tsuzuki looked down sadly.
"So...what she said about you. Is it true?"
Tatsumi looked at him startled, and shifted uncomfortably.
"What do you mean?" Of course he already knew the answer.
"Is there someone else you like?" Tsuzuki's big eyes were shimmering, and Tatsumi pulled the other boy to him, circling his arms around the slim waist.
"I love you; you know that,..." he then sighed. "But,...maybe you should think about what she said? That there's someone better than me for you?"
Tsuzuki pushed him away from him a little harder than what he'd intended to. Tatsumi almost fell but his reflects reacted in time. Still, he gave the older boy a hurt look.
"Sorry...I..." Tsuzuki ran a hand through his hair. "You sound like you're hoping I'll dump you. Is that it? You just want to get rid of me?"
The taller boy approached Tsuzuki slowly; carefully as to not scare a wounded animal, and shook his head no.
"Tsuzuki... I really do love you. But we both know..." he sighed. "I can't make you happy, but most important, I just can't see you unhappy anymore...it hurts. You..." he took Tsuzuki's chin gently with his fingers and lifted it. "You deserve better. You deserve to be happy."
Tsuzuki closed his eyes and rested his head on Tatsumi's shoulder, hugging the other boy tight.
"You make me happy. I love you; please don't leave me." the pained tone his lover used made Tatsumi's eyes burn.
If he had to be honest, he'd confess he felt trapped. His love for the boy was so strong, that even when he knew he should break things off for both their sakes, the idea of hurting Tsuzuki was too much for him to bare. He'd have to bury those feelings deep and forget about them.
Maybe Tsuzuki would find someone good for him soon.
That was a horrible thought to be carrying around, but he just couldn't help himself. He didn't know what made him wrong for Tsuzuki. He'd tried his best; he'd gone out of his way to make his boyfriend's life easier, to no avail. No one could have tried as hard as he had to make that relationship work. He just hoped it wouldn't hurt too much when it happened; when the right person appeared in Tsuzuki's life. He hoped that another person- a very specific person- would wait for him for as long as it took for that to happen.
"I won't leave you. I promise." he said softly, stroking the soft, dark hair.
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"Room 545..." the green eyed boy, carrying more suitcases than what he could carry, eyed the piece of paper in his hand wearily and then stared back at the door. "Yup, this is it. I wonder what my roommate's like..."
He put most of his luggage down and knocked.
Nothing.
He knocked again, and again got no reply. He checked his wrist watch. It was too early for the occupant of the room to be out but too late for him to be sleeping. Classes would start in less than half an hour.
Trust his parents to make his life even more complicated by dropping him in his new school half an hour before he had to go to class.
"Well, it's my room too..." he told himself before opening the door.
The first thing that came into his mind when he caught a glimpse of the limp figure sleeping peacefully next to the window was that maybe he'd gotten into the wrong dorm.
He couldn't see his roommate's face; only a head covered in beautiful golden hair falling messily around a delicate neck. From a closer distance, he could see he was, indeed, a boy, and the new student sighed relieved. At least he wasn't the only one who looked like a girl. His roommate, at least, wouldn't tease him about it.
He managed to get all his things into the room, settling them in between both beds. He couldn't know which one was his bed. Both of them had things on them and they were both made.
The blond didn't seem to have any intention of waking up soon, so he shook his shoulders a little. The sleeping boy stirred and groaned slightly, before opening one accusing eye. His glasses were crooked and his eyes fogged. The young man feared his roommate was angry with him for waking him, if the death glare with which he was gracing him was any indication. But a moment later the blond blinked a few times and smiled widely, out of the blue.
"Ah! I'm sorry..." the blond laughed. "I must have fallen asleep."
The new student sighed in relief. Last thing he wanted was to start his relationship with the one who'd be his roommate for the entire year on wrong foot.
"I'm the one who's sorry. I thought I should wake you, because class is about to start."
"Oh?" With alarm, the blond glanced at his watch. "Thank goodness you were around!! I cold have slept all through my first class!!" He jumped suddenly, a worried and startled look on his face, and leaped towards of the beds. "Oh, gods!" he started throwing everything that was on it towards the other side of the room. "I'm terribly sorry! I had intended to do this sooner, but as you saw, I fell asleep. I'm sorry about the mess, too. I promise I'll put things in order today after class." Still throwing stuff, he pointed to the window, without taking his eyes from his task. "Ah! And that over there is 003. I hope you like her; she likes you, it seems."
He followed his roommate's finger with his eyes and his gaze landed on a cute little bird that was staring at him curiously, batting it's wings cheerfully.
"Hi there." Hisoka said rubbing it's chest with one finger. "Don't worry about the room. I've been in worse."
The blond looked up, smiling.
"Was your last school *that* bad?"
"Not last one." He laughed slightly. "But when you change schools as often as I do, you're bound to bump into some creepy roommates."
"Oh, yeah!" the taller of the two replied, as he tossed the last of his stuff on top of his desk and stood in front of the other boy. "You should have met my last one. Total freak. But though there's a healthy share of freaks in this school, you'll meet some really nice people. I can show you around, if you like."
"That'd be nice. I'm turning seventeen this year, so I think this will be the last school I attend. It'd be nice to get to know people and stuff." he noticed that the taller boy had a blank, dumbfounded expression on his face; shocked almost. "What?" he asked concerned.
"You...you..." the blond shook his head, rubbing the back of his neck with one hand. "You're older than me??!"
"Uhm...I don't know? Maybe?" In all honesty, he wouldn't be surprised if that was the case. He'd always looked younger, and his height didn't help at all.
"Ahhh!" the blond cried. "I'm always going to be the younger?! It's so not fair!!" he sighed in defeat and shook his head helplessly. "Well, there's nothing I can do about it. But still, I guess we'll be classmates? You're a senior, right?" the other boy nodded. "Then you should meet my friends. Come on!" he took the boy's hand and pulled him out of the room. "I'm sure they'll like you!!" he thought of something then, and stopped, turning to look at his roommate. "What's your name?"
Hisoka smiled and extended his hand.
"I'm Kurosaki Hisoka."
"Watari Yutaka, nice to meet you Kurosaki-kun!" Watari took his hand and shook it wholeheartedly, shaking all of Hisoka as well in the process.
~Tsuzuku~
Well, well...5 reviews on the first chappy...niiiice...
Keep that up people, and I might reconsider my "one-update-a-week" rule.
And now to the reviews.
Kyraille Faye; a familiar face, heh heh. Nice to see you're liking this too. Ah, I just love Watari and Tatsumi so much, that even when I know Tatsumi super cares about Tsuzuki I just can't bring myself to leave 'Tari all alone.
Tifa, my darling. Another familiar face. Multiple pairings are the best. Looooooooove multiple pairings. I just want everyone neatly paired. I'm a hopeless romantic. *sigh*
Cofi, yet another familiar face!! Wow, ADT was really a success; I've never had relapse victims to my writing. And Tatsumi is a cheap bastard, but he has a big heart, ne? *-*
Lina; how'd I wish for my writing to be good. *low self-esteem face* I just don't know. Maybe if you all keep inflating my ego I'll finally believe it? Heh, heh. And here's 'Soka-chan for you. Do you like how he came into the picture? Hope you stick around. -
Raz! Studies are everything! You shouldn't get distracted...Oh, ok, I don't even believe that myself. Look who's talking, you get distracted reading this, while I should be looking for a job instead of writing. Why can writing fanfics be a job? I'm mildly good at it! I'm not good at much. T-T.
Thanks all for the reviews, we're up to a good start, ne?
Mata raishuu!!!