Memories of our love
Three years.
Has it really been that long?
A delicate hand brushed through strawberry locks of hair, a soft sigh escaping from behind luscious moist lips. Shuichi sat quietly in his room, those gorgeous violet orbs staring down at a worn out picture.
"Three years…?" The young singer whispered to himself.
The picture of his past love was held tightly in his hand as Shuichi watched a tear drop onto the paper. The corners of the picture were bent, dirt lining each edge. A small rip at the bottom of the picture had formed and slight wrinkles throughout the main picture had made their way from Shuichi carrying it in his pocket.
"Why …" He whispered, dropping his head down.
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"That's fine." A gentle voice replied into his cell phone.
"Yes, yes. 10:00, that's fine." Tohma sighed and hung up the phone, soft fingertips brushing back a strand of his hair.
Leaning back in his chair Tohma folded his hands over each other, speaking to the intercom on his desk.
"Let him in." He said in a slightly demanding, yet calm tone.
Tohma's teal eyes averted towards the large office door. A smile crossed his lips as a young man entered the room. The man was dressed in a long black coat, his hands shoved into his pockets. Dirty blonde lochs of hair covered cold golden eyes, a frown set upon his lips. He stood in front of Tohma's desk, sliding out a cigarette from his pocket.
"Yuki, I'm glad you could make it. It's been a long time, now hasn't it?" Tohma replied with a smile.
"It's only been three years." Yuki said with a slight sarcasm to his tone, taking a long drag of his cigarette.
"Even so, you have someone who would like to see you."
Yuki rolled his eyes, sitting down in the chair set up for him. He sighed softly, images of his past flashing through his mind. Three years ago he had left, left without telling anyone at all. He didn't want anyone to know where he had gone. He had to get away, away from everyone in his life. Especially…. Him. That boy who kept coming back to him no matter how mean he was.
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Shuichi stood slowly, another soft sigh making its way. The young singer averted his eyes to the door of his bedroom, walking to it as if something horrible lay behind it. Shuichi nearly screamed as the loud ring of his cell phone echoed throughout his apartment.
"Damnit!" He shook his head and quickly grabbed the cell phone from his bed, holding it up to his ear.
"Shindou Shuichi…" He replied in a soft yet somewhat annoyed voice.
"Ah Shuichi, I'm glad I got to you," Tohma announced on the other end in a calm tone.
The singer sighed and leaned back against the wall, his violet orbs slowly closing.
"What do you want Seguchi-san?"
"He's back." Tohma smiled slightly, glancing to the man sitting in his office as he spoke softly.
Shuichi paused, his eyes locked on the ground before warm tears made their way down his velvet soft cheeks. He shook his head, biting down on his bottom lip.
"Shuichi?" Tohma said quietly after the long silence. Shuichi nearly fell to his knees as he heard the voice in the background.
"Is that the brat?" Yuki said to Tohma, inhaling the smoke of his cigarette.
"Yuki…" Shuichi turned his view towards the window in his bedroom, the bright rays of light making him squint slightly. How could he be there? Was that really Yuki that he heard? It couldn't be. Yuki was gone and never coming back; ever.
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A slight whimper could be heard from a mess of black silk sheets as the alarm clock on the far end table blared its annoying horn. A hand snapped out and quickly pressed the snooze button. Soft mumbles sounded from the sheet before a slim body sat up, arms stretching above his head.
"Damn thing." Shuichi said quietly, his hand dropping down and rubbing his eye tiredly. He swung his legs over the edge of the bed, rubbing his hands down his face before catching sight of his cell phone. He blinked before a sudden frown was set upon his lips. The young singer carefully picked up the cell phone, watching it closely as if it was to attack him. Shuichi turned over the plastic phone as he set his violet orbs on the prints covering the back of the phone. Some were torn slightly while the rest remained perfect. His nails traced along the pictures then gently over Yuki's face.
"Yuki….." He quickly shook his head as those strawberry lochs of hair ruffled slightly, brushing against the singer's forehead. Shuichi stood up swiftly, giving out a slight cry as he fell backwards onto his bed, the blood rushing to his head. Whimpering quietly, he turned his head away, sighing softly. Shuichi dreaded getting up to going to work today. He was tired and was not looking forward to being pounded with questions about his mood.
Shuichi shoved himself up once again, whining to the pain in his head before throwing his cell phone down. Moving to his closet, he stared at the assortment of cloths with a slight sigh. He didn't know what to wear, nor did he care much. A hand tiredly reached out and grabbed a black t-shirt from its hanger. Pulling it over his head quickly he brushed his hair back with his fingertips. Violet eyes scanned the ground as he snatched a pair of jeans from the ground, tugging them on with a slight jump to pull them up his leg. The singer sighed, staring at the huge rip in his pants. This was not going to be a good day.
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"Shindou-san!" Mr. Sakano screeched out in slight shock. He nearly had a heart attack at the absence of the young singer.
Shuichi said his apologies to the band, bowing and waving his hand slightly. Sighing he leaned back against the wall, tensing suddenly to the feel of a cold barrel pressed to his temple. He raised his shoulders slightly, hearing a familiar voice.
"Why were you late?" K said in a stern, somewhat aggravated voice. He watched as Shuichi turned to him before giving off a smile to the younger man, placing his hand on the trigger.
"Shuichi!" Tohma entered the room suddenly, wearing his normal attire with his kind but deadly smile placed upon his lips. K frowned slightly, holding the gun to his side,
Shuichi turned to Tohma, moving away from while stepping up to his producer, shaking his head and bowing.
"Seguchi-san."
"Shuichi." Tohma tilted his head slightly, his smile growing brighter. Turning slightly on his heel, he pointed a gloved finger towards the door behind him. A form moved forward from the dark, smoke combining with the air. Shuichi gasped suddenly, staring in shock at the new addition to the small room.
Yuki brushed away a strand of his hair, shooting a slight glare towards Tohma. He watched as Tohma smiled to him, the author growling softly. Damn him. Yuki took a long drag of his cigarette before taking sight of the young pink haired boy before him. He had grown slightly taller, his body taking a slightly more adult shape. Those usual large loving violet orbs were sadder now, a hint of hurt present. It was because of him, and he knew it. The author stepped forward, extending his hand out to the singer.
Shuichi started in awe, listening to Hiro yell at Yuki to stay away. The singer shook his head before moving forward, letting his cheek rest against his ex-lovers hand. His eyes sealed shut as he bit his lip slightly. Yuki's hand was so soft… so delicate. Smiling slightly he held the others wrist with his hand, nuzzling up to him.
"Shuichi…" Yuki replied in a stern voice before moving forward, his fist slamming into the young singer's stomach. Shuichi gasped for air at the sudden attack, dropping down to his knees and quickly taking hold of his stomach. Hiro ran to Shuichi's side, wrapping his arms tightly around the singers body.
The boy took in a deep breath, his eyes filling with instant tears. How could he do that? After all this time, how could he hurt him like this again?
"What the fuck was that for you bastard!!" Hiro screamed at the novelist, anger present in every bitter word he spoke.
Yuki stared down at the boy quietly, his golden hues locked on the singers form. He merely ignored the guitarist's screams, giving a slight roll of his eyes. Kneeling down to his ex, he tilted the boys chin up, a soft voice coming from his lips.
"Brat…." He whispered into the others ear, his tongue slipping over the soft skin. He felt Shuichi shiver to the touch before a smug smirk crossed his lips.
"I wish you were dead."
Shuichi froze, his heart feeling like a thousand knifes stabbed him. How could Yuki say that? He couldn't mean it. He was just having a bad day…. Right? The young singer started straight at the author, shock and pain in his eyes. Hiro jumped to his feet, grabbing Yuki by the collar of his shirt and shoving him back against the wall.
"Get the fuck out of here! You can't come in and say those things to him again! You were suppose to be gone you bastard!!" Hiro hissed out at Yuki, his anger growing as he noticed how unfazed the author was.
"Eiri?" A soft voice came from behind the two. Hiro and Shuichi looked to the door in unison, noticing a young woman standing there. She was short, if anything only about 5'3. Long, wavy golden hair adorned her shoulders as emerald hues started at the author pinned back against the wall. Her hand moved up to her lips with a slight gasp at the sight before him.
"Mommy?" A small girl moved up beside the woman, the child's hand clutching to the others pure white dress. She was at most two years old with chin length golden hair. She looked quite much like her mother. Shuichi gaped at the sight before averting his eyes up to Yuki, attempting to stand up. He coughed and fell back down, clutching his stomach quickly from his pain.
Yuki turned to the two, staring before glaring at Hiro, shoving him off. Stepping to the woman, he brushed a kiss to her cheek. Shuichi's eyes widened suddenly at the sight, his chest taking on another sharp pain. Was… he with her?
"I asked you to wait in the car, Akiko." Yuki bent down and picked up the child, holding her in his arms as she giggled to the attention. Tohma, finally speaking up after watching the situation quietly, moved up to Yuki. He smiled and bowed to the woman, shaking her hand.
"You must be Yuki's wife. And is this your daughter?"
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Alright. That's all for now. >>; Sorry for the shortness! It's actually longer then I intended. But okay! Please read and review. Thanks! ; I'll try to have the next chapter up by next wednesday. Maybe sooner, maybe a little later. Enjoy.
