A/N: My friend wrote this first chapter, I will write the second chapter. If you don't like the first one, please review it, and read the second, since they're by different writers with different writing styles, different strengths and different weaknesses.
This will be posted on her account as well, but under the title of her part of the story, with a different summary.
Now I'll shut up and type her part of the story.
Chapter one; Mel-Chans' work.
Shuichi was sprawled causally on his bed, bare-chested, his blanket up to his waist.
I sat on the edge of the bed, staring over at him. A feeling of quilt was tugging at my heart.
I gazed out the window and sighed heavily.
"Hiroshi?" Yawned Shuichi.
I turned to face him.
His pink hair shone in the light, bringing out his boyish features. He grinded the sleep out of his eyes with his balled up fists.
"Hai, Shu-Chan?" I replied.
He smiled broadly.
"I love the way you call me Shu-Chan, Hiro!" He cried, biting down on his lower lip.
I gave him what I could manage of a smile and got up.
I sat down beside him as he snuggled up to my arm. He looked up at me, his eyes shining with an impish glint.
I leaned my head and kissed him deeply.
He reached out and put his hand on my bare thigh sending tingles up to my heart.
"Hiro I love you." He mumbled as he kissed me more deeply.
I ran my fingers through his shaggy hair as I moved closer to him.
I let my lips trail from his lips and brushed them against his ear.
"Shuichi, I want us to be together. You and me. It just feels so right." I whispered slowly into his ear. I ran my hand down his chest.
"Hiro!" He cried slowly.
I ran my tongue down his cheek and my hand traced his stomach.
He lifted his hand and ran his fingers down my cheek as I began to kiss him again. I let my tongue touch the tips of his teeth.
"Hiro, But what if Yuki..." he mumbled breaking away from my embrace.
My heart felt like it had been torn in half.
I fell silent and crawled out from under Shuichis' navy blue comforter.
I pulled on my jeans and fastened my belt buckle. I scooped up my casual white Tee shirt and pulled it over my shoulders. I slipped on my white tennis shoes and headed for the door, as I grabbed my black leather jacket. Off the back of a chair I had sat it on the night before.
"Hiro, don't..." pouted Shuichi. "I just didn't," he mumbled.
I reached for the doorknob and looked back at him with a look of utter misery in my eyes.
"All I asked for was your love Shuichi." But you belong to another. I should have known better." I sighed staring at my feet.
"You belong to Yuki. I shouldn't have even come." I muttered before walking out the door.
Na no da! First chapter has been typed; the second is just a click away. All you must do is review this first, since it is my friends' work. This chapter is hers'.
The next chapter will be solely my work. It will be Shuichi point of review, please give it a separate review!