Tama note: This story does not belong to me, it belongs to my koi!
Disclaimer:I obviously don't own Kadaj and Yazu (yazoo), but here's my story! Enjoy, .
Little boy blue
Chapter one
Yazu sat alone in his room with a cold, empty diet coke in his hand. Tempted, he slowly began to construct little round holes in the side. To somewhat resemble a pipe. He had been addicted to marijuana for about one month now. So quickly, and physically addicted. He hated it, but he wanted it so bad. Even in his dreams, he dreamt about taking the sweet, fanatic essences into his lungs. SO tangible in his dreams, he could taste it. Putting the weed in slowly, and carefully in to the stamped holes, he though about tonight.
He was going to stay over at Kadaj's house. Kadaj was like a Sex God to Yazu, in fact he was the Sex God! Yazu was infatuated by his beautiful. Kadaj had silver, shoulder length hair, cold ice aqua eyes, and he was nicely built. When people saw them together their first impression is that they are brothers, because Yazu is similar looking. Yazu has silver hair that comes to the middle of his back, short bangs that fall upon his teal sadden eyes, and as well he has a nicely built body.
"Hmmmm," Yazu snickered to himself at the though of Kadaj, "7:30, I will leave at 7:30. It would be but earlier than he expects me, but though for him."
He then began lighting the can, and inhaled the substance. Lying back against his wall, he stared up at the ceiling. Getting up, he knew his father would be home soon. So he walked quickly to his open wooden vent and hid the evidence in a small 4in by 5in metal box. Then, he quickly ceiled the vent back up. Yazu walked to his personal bathroom and grabbed his cologne and sprayed it everywhere. To hide the evidence.
"Yazu, hey, I'm home," A deep masculine voice trailed up the stairs, "are you in your room?" Sephiroth, Yazu's father, was creeping up the stairs, in such an evil way. He smiled and chuckled to himself.
"Yeah, hold on, I'm coming out." Yazu hated the sound of his father's voice; he couldn't stand it when he touches him. Even if it's a light pat on the back; he hated him… Yazu ran to his door just in time to meet his father and shut the door behind himself, so the smell wouldn't seep out. They were basically front to front, heads almost meeting.
"What do you want?" he kept his gaze to the ground.
"Would you like to have dinner with Lexus and I?"
"Lexis, isn't that the girl you have been dating for a few days?" The thought of her near him disgusted him. She was a bit older than him.
"More like months," Sephiroth's voice began to trail off, "we have something to tell you, Yazu."
"No, I'm staying over at Kadaj's house tonight."
"Oh, are you?" Sephiroth smiled a propitious smile, and touched Yazu's shoulder. His hand began to drift lower and lower. Yazu froze; he didn't want to be touched again.
"Heh, well, be back in the morning, ok?" Sephiroth walked down the hall to his room and closed the door behind him.
"Yeah, sure." Whispered Yazu, he was still a little stiff. He stepped back into his room, while locking the door. Picking up his duffle bag, he glanced at the clock. It was 7:36. He walked to his dresser and pulled out his black pants with buckles along the sides. Unzipping the bag down the side, he walked over to his bathroom and grabbed his toothbrush. Remembering that he needed clean socks and boxers, he walked down to the laundry room, which was in the basement. Opening the dryer, he pulled red boxers and short socks out.
Then, he grabbed his black, tight tank top. Putting it on, he watched a spider in the corner. It was killing its prey. First it falsely deceived the poor fly, till it was caught in its webbing. Then, then spider came out and suffocated it with her webbing. Circling, and circling around the bug. Till, till it was… Dead. Perhaps, that's the way of life. Spiders make invisible web to catch and kill their prey. Possibly, humans are that way too. Giving false presumptions, and toying with you until… you're dead.
He quickly put all of his stuff into a bag, and went out the basement door, and trotted to Kadaj's house. He was excessively excited, so thrilled he didn't even pay attention to the scenery. Kadaj was sitting on the sidewalk fondling with the weeds that had overgrew, because of the lack of effort to mow the lawn. He noticed out of all the weeds there was a single daisy growing.
'Hmmmm, cutie.' He smiled to himself. For some reason the daisy reminded him of Yazu...
"Hey, where do you want me to put my stuff?" Yazu asked with a bulky, outsized grin.
"Give them to me, and I'll put them in my room," he reached over to Yazu, gently taking the bag out of his soft hands, "come up stairs with me so we can get going to Club Antacids." Yazu obeyed and followed closely behind him. As Kadaj stepped upon the wood stairs, they creaked and sounded if they were about to give way. Yazu softly staggered on the stairs, afraid he would fall in.
Then, Kadaj strolled towards his bedroom. Personally, Yazu had never entered his room before. So, what he saw, he liked. His door was back, and when he entered the room was blood red. He had a black, soft comforter with red, silky sheets. Yazu wanted to paint his room this summer, but Sephiroth wouldn't allow him. He didn't know why, and would not take the chance of questioning him.
Kadaj threw the black bag on his four post bed, which landed on his Black pillows. He then threw himself upon his bed, looking sexy as always. He didn't even have to try to be gorgeous.
He then closed his eyes, "So, what are you going to wear tonight, Yazu?"
"Clothing," Yazu replied sarcastically, "what I'm wearing right now, and probably my leather, spick collar."
"Hmm, you in a spike collar… Sounds, not like you. You know, you don't have to impress anyone. Do you want to eat here, or see if they have anything to eat at the club?" Kadaj opened one eye and closely watched him.
"Here is fine with me, what ever you want is fine," He replied knowing Kadaj was watching him. So, he tried to look sexy. He raised himself a little and smiled.
"Ok, what do you want to eat?"
"What do you have?" He then began biting his lips, and stroking the bed sheets. Kadaj smiled knowing that Yazu was trying to turn him on. To bad it wasn't working, otherwise he would unquestionably jump him. Kadaj began to smile and snickered vociferously.
Kadaj decided to play, "How bout pizza?" he whispered and began getting closer to Yazu, "does pizza sound good?" He let Yazu make the next move, and make it he did. Hesitantly, he moved closer. His hands shaking as he lifts them and places them on kadaj's waist. He leans over and presses his hot, soft lips lightly against his.
'Oh God. His lips are so soft. Like the finest silk. I've kissed many people, some with dry lips, some with salty lips, but his lips... are like, like delicate daisies.' Kadaj thought to himself
Kadaj opened his mouth and lightly tease his lips with his tongue. Yazu's eyes were still open, staring right into his with just a hint of fear in their depths. He opened his mouth and Yazu slipped his tongue in. He gasped and his eyes fluttered shut.
Kadaj pulled back, and he could hear Yazu's loud, disappointed groans; his eyes snapped open. He gazed at Kadaj, looking confused. Kadaj could just hear what Yazu would say, he could see the question on his face, 'Why'd you stop? It was just getting good?' Trying to sound more like him, trying to be more like Kadaj.However, Kadaj didn't want that. He liked the shy, stand back Yazu. Not the one who is trying to impress him all the time.
Kadaj glanced back at Yazu as he turned his cold, copper door handle, "Ok, wait here and I'll order the pizza."
Yazu nodded, 'what, why did he stop?' he lay down on the bed, he was very sexually frustrated. It was very soft; he wasn't used to such a comfortable bed. He waited about ten minutes and Kadaj had not come up at all. After a few more minutes he heard someone coming up the steps.
"Yazu, the pizza is ready," Kadaj opened his door smiling, "are you still hungry?"
"Yeah." He followed Kadaj down to his kitchen and ate pizza. :I like pizza:
Well, there is my first chapter. Heh, I'll make it longer next time. :ish soo excited: So, how many here a BIG fan for tama kitsune! Oh, oh I am! She is a good writer, and I'm very proud of her success. very proud, even if she doesn't know it, I'm still proud…….. Heh, . ;;