"Ouch, the sand is hot!" Shuichi exclaimed as he and Yuki made their way down the beach.
Earlier that day they had gotten up early, eaten a small breakfast, and headed out. Shuichi had applied sunscreen all over himself, and almost looked like a ghost. Yuki didn't use any, even after the boy's requests.
"Get used to it," the writer murmured under his breath. When he found a good spot, he unfolded his chair, put on his sunglasses, and began to read a book. Shuichi got mad at him when he noticed that he wasn't going into the water.
"Yuki! Are you even going to swim today?" He said with his hands on his hips. When he didn't get a reply, he scowled and walked to the water line. He dipped his toes in to test the water before wading out until he was up to his chest. "Ah, it's so pretty! I can see to the bottom," He said to himself. As bigger waves came in, Shuichi would dive through them, to the other side.
About an hour went by and Yuki looked up from his book to check on the young singer, who happened to still be playing in the waves. The writer shook his head and was about to put his attention back to his story when he heard what could only be Shuichi's scream.
"Ahhhhhhh!" The boy screamed again, "Yukiiiii! Help me! It's got me, oh my god, get it off!!" He splashed around screaming while the other people that had been swimming sped towards the beach.
"Shark!!" They kept screaming to each other, and soon Shuichi was the only one left in the water, still kicking and screaming bloody murder.
Yuki threw down his book and shot up, ready to save his lover. He ran to the water and shouted at Shuichi to hold on. After a minute he reached the boy, expecting to see blood and sharks. What he did see was completely different.
Shuichi had a long piece of seaweed wrapped around his right leg. When he calmed down and saw this for himself, he blushed. "Heheh."
Yuki's face was expressionless as he went back to his chair, folded it up with his stuff, and silently headed back to the hotel.
The other people of the beach had angry faces as they once again entered the water. Shuichi bent his head and followed Yuki.
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"I'm sorry!" Shuichi yelled as he stood in front of the hotel room door. Yuki had locked the boy out without a word. "I thought it was a creature! I could have died!"
"Oh, excuse me, I forgot the dangers of the man-eating seaweed," the writer said flatly as he let the boy in.
Before he could say anything else, Shuichi began to laugh uncontrollably, "Yuki, I told you to use sunscreen!"
Yuki had a completely red face except for the circles around his eyes--where his sunglasses had blocked the sun rays.
"You look like a raccoon!" Shuichi traced the white circles. The writer scowled and pushed the boy's hands away.
"I've noticed," he replied. "Get in here. Rick is on his way."
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"I'm going to die!" Shuichi whined as he pounded his fists on the car window. Rick had arrived at the hotel four hours before and they had immediately began to make their way to the Everglades.
Yuki narrowed his eyes, "Will you be quiet? It was, after all, your idea to come on this "vacation" and make us suffer." He had been restraining himself from the annoying boy for the past hour and was about to give in.
Shuichi went quiet and Rick only laughed as the minutes rolled on. An hour later they pulled up to the hotel site. It was dark and humid, the wind was nowhere to be found. Yuki was stepping out of the car to unpack the trunk and stopped in his tracks. The "hotel" was run down and dirty, the light flickering from the roof cast a line of light over the door, which had a rusted doorknob.
"Where are we?" The writer asked incredulously. "Hell no," he thought to himself.
Rick looked at the hotel and back at Yuki, "This is the hotel you're gonna be stayin' at."
"What?! Look at it! This is a shack!"
"Yuki, it's not that bad..." Shuichi tried to comfort his lover, but gave up when he got a glare in return.
"It is that bad...but I guess we have no place else to sleep. Is there running water in this place?"
Rick nodded in reply as he carried some of the bags past Yuki and up the stairs. The hotel resembled a log cabin and was surrounded by swamp. It was dim inside and quiet as the two tourists followed their guide to their room. They didn't see anyone, guest or employee. In fact, there was no sign that there was anyone else in the building. "Weird," Shuichi thought to himself as they entered their room and began to unpack when Rick left.
The room consisted of one small and dirty bed, a light in the corner, and a bowl of water for washing up. Yuki was starting to think that they had been ripped off...but Shuichi assured him that K had said this was one of the best tours in the area. They silently dressed into their pajamas and slipped into the bed. Yuki let the light remain on, he didn't trust the hotel enough not to have rats or something worse. "Just one more day..." he told himself.
Earlier that day they had gotten up early, eaten a small breakfast, and headed out. Shuichi had applied sunscreen all over himself, and almost looked like a ghost. Yuki didn't use any, even after the boy's requests.
"Get used to it," the writer murmured under his breath. When he found a good spot, he unfolded his chair, put on his sunglasses, and began to read a book. Shuichi got mad at him when he noticed that he wasn't going into the water.
"Yuki! Are you even going to swim today?" He said with his hands on his hips. When he didn't get a reply, he scowled and walked to the water line. He dipped his toes in to test the water before wading out until he was up to his chest. "Ah, it's so pretty! I can see to the bottom," He said to himself. As bigger waves came in, Shuichi would dive through them, to the other side.
About an hour went by and Yuki looked up from his book to check on the young singer, who happened to still be playing in the waves. The writer shook his head and was about to put his attention back to his story when he heard what could only be Shuichi's scream.
"Ahhhhhhh!" The boy screamed again, "Yukiiiii! Help me! It's got me, oh my god, get it off!!" He splashed around screaming while the other people that had been swimming sped towards the beach.
"Shark!!" They kept screaming to each other, and soon Shuichi was the only one left in the water, still kicking and screaming bloody murder.
Yuki threw down his book and shot up, ready to save his lover. He ran to the water and shouted at Shuichi to hold on. After a minute he reached the boy, expecting to see blood and sharks. What he did see was completely different.
Shuichi had a long piece of seaweed wrapped around his right leg. When he calmed down and saw this for himself, he blushed. "Heheh."
Yuki's face was expressionless as he went back to his chair, folded it up with his stuff, and silently headed back to the hotel.
The other people of the beach had angry faces as they once again entered the water. Shuichi bent his head and followed Yuki.
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"I'm sorry!" Shuichi yelled as he stood in front of the hotel room door. Yuki had locked the boy out without a word. "I thought it was a creature! I could have died!"
"Oh, excuse me, I forgot the dangers of the man-eating seaweed," the writer said flatly as he let the boy in.
Before he could say anything else, Shuichi began to laugh uncontrollably, "Yuki, I told you to use sunscreen!"
Yuki had a completely red face except for the circles around his eyes--where his sunglasses had blocked the sun rays.
"You look like a raccoon!" Shuichi traced the white circles. The writer scowled and pushed the boy's hands away.
"I've noticed," he replied. "Get in here. Rick is on his way."
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"I'm going to die!" Shuichi whined as he pounded his fists on the car window. Rick had arrived at the hotel four hours before and they had immediately began to make their way to the Everglades.
Yuki narrowed his eyes, "Will you be quiet? It was, after all, your idea to come on this "vacation" and make us suffer." He had been restraining himself from the annoying boy for the past hour and was about to give in.
Shuichi went quiet and Rick only laughed as the minutes rolled on. An hour later they pulled up to the hotel site. It was dark and humid, the wind was nowhere to be found. Yuki was stepping out of the car to unpack the trunk and stopped in his tracks. The "hotel" was run down and dirty, the light flickering from the roof cast a line of light over the door, which had a rusted doorknob.
"Where are we?" The writer asked incredulously. "Hell no," he thought to himself.
Rick looked at the hotel and back at Yuki, "This is the hotel you're gonna be stayin' at."
"What?! Look at it! This is a shack!"
"Yuki, it's not that bad..." Shuichi tried to comfort his lover, but gave up when he got a glare in return.
"It is that bad...but I guess we have no place else to sleep. Is there running water in this place?"
Rick nodded in reply as he carried some of the bags past Yuki and up the stairs. The hotel resembled a log cabin and was surrounded by swamp. It was dim inside and quiet as the two tourists followed their guide to their room. They didn't see anyone, guest or employee. In fact, there was no sign that there was anyone else in the building. "Weird," Shuichi thought to himself as they entered their room and began to unpack when Rick left.
The room consisted of one small and dirty bed, a light in the corner, and a bowl of water for washing up. Yuki was starting to think that they had been ripped off...but Shuichi assured him that K had said this was one of the best tours in the area. They silently dressed into their pajamas and slipped into the bed. Yuki let the light remain on, he didn't trust the hotel enough not to have rats or something worse. "Just one more day..." he told himself.