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Summary: Mitsui is trying to convince himself to confess to Ryota about his true feelings when the unthinkable happens. MitMiya piece! Please R&R!
AN: Yes! I'm BACK! Woohoo.. blinks oh, no, c'mon. No crying allowed n.n;; wipes away everybody's tears Just be good li'l boys and girls and suffer quietly as I take my turn to play with those cuties, kay? Anyway, this idea is a bit old and rusty but I decided to start working on it. MitMiya! YAY, my fav couple Hope you enjoy this ficcy of mine!
thinking (yeah, we can hear them think squeals)
Prologue
"Hisashi." He heard his name being murmured huskily and he smiled. He liked the way his name found its way out of his lover's mouth, rolling on his pink tounge that he liked to feel with his own. All the while, it filled him with the need to make the person in his arms forever his and no one's else.
He tightened his hold on the boy's body, enjoying the closness of his object of affection. If he was able to, he'd stay in this position forever. Just holding his crush close, smelling his sweet scent as he buried his nose in the soft brown hair, feeling it tickle his nostril.
Yes, he would stay like this forever.
He slowly placed his cheek ontop on his lover head with smile, sighing happily. He tightened his grip even more, feeling the body melt into his. He sighed once again. Only his, nobody's else. This boy was his, nothing, nobody can take him away. Noway, nohow.
Together, forever. That was their siuation. Stuck together till death tears them apart. No, they weren't married, don't get the wrong idea. But he was sure that his love for this young man will continue until his soul leaves his muscled body.
He tried to snuggle even closer to his lover, brushing the brown head with his cheek. For the third time, he sighed. This felt good, real go-
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Mitsui jerked awake as the loud noise assualted his eardrums. He blinked rapidly and looked around, checking his surroundings, not knowing what was going on. From the looks of it, he was in his room. His sleepy mind wondered why it seemed to be wrong that he was in his bedroom, should he be somewhere else? He rubbed his eyes with his thumb and forefinger, trying to chase the sleep away.
He blinked once more, all of a sudden feeling the closness of something soft to his body. He looked down at the object, his mind still fogged from confusion, and groaned loudly.
The shooting-guard rolled on his back in one swift move, bringing his pillow to hide his blushing-like-hell face. Registering what he had been doing, his face only reddened more as embarrasment washed his sweaty body.
Sixth day in row, he mused. What the heck was happening to him? Each morning he would wake up in the same position, holding his soft pillow to him tightly dreaming that he was holding his crush in his arms, the action filling him with a great feeling of belonging. How the hell did all this thing start in the first place?
Beats me, he thought, staring at the blakness that surrounded him; his pillow preventing any light to reach his blue eyes. The new feeling that he discovered came out of the blue, one second it wasn't there and in the other it was shining in his heart like the golden sun. He sighed in defeat, everytime he tried to fight it, it came right back at him with doubled force, washing all the doubts away.
He was in love with one and only Ryota Miyagi.
How, when and why hadn't been answered yet, he just knew that he was in love. He sighed, only his luck would be the kind to let him fall for the straightest guy in the highschool. Why couldn't he have a crush on a girl like most guys d--
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The clock's ringing seemed to have gotten louder all of a sudden on purpose, startling Mitsui, wanting to remind him that it was still alive. The shooting-guard, annoyed enough already, moved a fumbling hand along the nightstand --not bothering to lift the pillow up-- looking for the noisy object, cursing all long.
"Aha!" He shouted when he got his hand on the alarm clock, "Now, let's shut you up!" He shouted, his voice coming out muffled as he talked into the pillow. He raised his arm and sent the poor clock to the wall, crushing it into pieces.
All was silence afterwards and the shooting-guard was content with only laying there, on his bed, as he started to drift back to sleep ever so slowly. His breath started to level out as he heard the sirens of the dreamworld call for him, but as he listened more carefully, while falling even deeper towards sleep, he could recognize the soft voice as he crush's.
The young man was in process of hugging the pillow to him once again, when a shrill voice rang in the whole house.
"Hisashi! You better not had done anything to my clock."
The poor basketball player jerked from his sleep at the sudden loud noise. Blinking, he heard his sister's voice calling him every name in the dictionary as she approached his room. Looking at the smashed pieces of the used-to-be-a clock, he groaned.
He had forgotten he borrowed his sister's alarm clock, since he had broken his.
Oh man, he was definitely in so much trouble.
Yep, me know, short... but it's only the beginning. Please R&R guys, tell me what do you think!! Thanks alot for readin'... next chapter coming soon
