We're two kind different things,
Put together, bind together,
We're the mixtures,
Become band new, taste better.
Mixture by Redvind
A week ago...right from the start of the story...
Morning's come a while ago, but that's not enough to wake him up, yet.Not until he could hear the bird singing outside his windows. He knew very well that the voice was considerably beautiful and cheerful in the morning for everyone...well, not for him, anyway. He found it greatly annoying! It's too high-pitched and loud and too damn early [in his opinion, though—when the fact it was half past ten already]. If he had his way, he swore he'd burn them in hell! Lying on his stomach as he did, he covered his head with a big blanket, wishing all sounds were gone.
He could still fell tired for last night activity-for adult-only. Thinking of that, a small smile came across his handsome face. He turned on his right and extended his hand to the direction he knew someone was there, wanting to feel the other's body heat, to smell the sweet scent, to see the pretty face and those beautiful browned eyes again.
He frowned.
Impossible...he tried again, clapping the bed everywhere he could reach.
What the hell...
He decided to pop out of the blanket with elbow to see his partner, but saw the bed was empty.
E-M-P-T-Y...nothing's there, but the cold air.
The beautiful brunet he had slept with last night was gone.
This discovery irritated him so much. He ran his hand through his blond hair lazily—half angrily. How did this happen to him?
No matter how irritation he felt, the blonde couldn't help noticing a note on his desk. Despite the messy room he had, it's a wonder he always knew if something was in the wrong place. And yeah, he never put a memo on the desk before; his memory was that good, so he picked it up and read...
He frowned again.
What did he mean by 'sorry for anything I've done last night'?
It wasn't the brunette, it was he who did. And he was certainly not sorry for what occurred.
Then the 'hope you'll be alright'?
He's super fine after that for sure. Who wouldn't?
'If I did what shouldn't be done, please forgive me'
What should he forgive the man for? The note really confused him so much.
And what on earth the 'anything--just in case--happens' proposed to? The confusion he had now only made his frown deeper.
This all didn't make sense to him...oh, my...wait a minute. The blonde repeated the note all over again, slowly this time.
In the sentence stood 'I was not all myself'. Could that mean...?
Aha! Now that he finally understood. As funny as it sounded the cacao-liked eye boy thought, no, believed he, the one who was on top, was a girl!
Ha ha ha! It sounded ridicules even he said it himself. He's laughing, too hard, almost breathlessly, a little drop of water forming around the conner of his eye.
That guy must be too drunk to remember anything.
Ano...
Immediately he realized something that made him stop in a sudden, wondering.
He remembered nothing at all! Not such a thing!
Nobody would believe the blond was in good mood 30 seconds ago.
What was he for the present in this situation for that guy? A one night stand? A male, no, girl—since he didn't know-- prostitute?
He felt anger raising a bit.
Come on, give him a chance. Maybe he wasn't that bad. Looking back at the note again, he might find something missing.
Yeah, he loved it when he's right.
Hmm... the brown teenager's still responsible enough. You see, he left the number and name of his place of work to find him if 'anything--just in case- -happens'.
He smirked evilly.
Of course, something's happened, but not what the poor guy was afraid of. Let talk about the feeling in his stomach—it's not hunger for food, if that's what you're thinking!
Okay, a mistake, not in his stomach, it's in his heart.
The feeling when you long for something you know you can't live without, something you want to have as your own only and alone. It'd been hooking inside of him.
'Call me'...umm, if that's what he wanted.
"Two can play this game, right Taichi-kun?"
Put together, bind together,
We're the mixtures,
Become band new, taste better.
Mixture by Redvind
A week ago...right from the start of the story...
Morning's come a while ago, but that's not enough to wake him up, yet.Not until he could hear the bird singing outside his windows. He knew very well that the voice was considerably beautiful and cheerful in the morning for everyone...well, not for him, anyway. He found it greatly annoying! It's too high-pitched and loud and too damn early [in his opinion, though—when the fact it was half past ten already]. If he had his way, he swore he'd burn them in hell! Lying on his stomach as he did, he covered his head with a big blanket, wishing all sounds were gone.
He could still fell tired for last night activity-for adult-only. Thinking of that, a small smile came across his handsome face. He turned on his right and extended his hand to the direction he knew someone was there, wanting to feel the other's body heat, to smell the sweet scent, to see the pretty face and those beautiful browned eyes again.
He frowned.
Impossible...he tried again, clapping the bed everywhere he could reach.
What the hell...
He decided to pop out of the blanket with elbow to see his partner, but saw the bed was empty.
E-M-P-T-Y...nothing's there, but the cold air.
The beautiful brunet he had slept with last night was gone.
This discovery irritated him so much. He ran his hand through his blond hair lazily—half angrily. How did this happen to him?
No matter how irritation he felt, the blonde couldn't help noticing a note on his desk. Despite the messy room he had, it's a wonder he always knew if something was in the wrong place. And yeah, he never put a memo on the desk before; his memory was that good, so he picked it up and read...
He frowned again.
What did he mean by 'sorry for anything I've done last night'?
It wasn't the brunette, it was he who did. And he was certainly not sorry for what occurred.
Then the 'hope you'll be alright'?
He's super fine after that for sure. Who wouldn't?
'If I did what shouldn't be done, please forgive me'
What should he forgive the man for? The note really confused him so much.
And what on earth the 'anything--just in case--happens' proposed to? The confusion he had now only made his frown deeper.
This all didn't make sense to him...oh, my...wait a minute. The blonde repeated the note all over again, slowly this time.
In the sentence stood 'I was not all myself'. Could that mean...?
Aha! Now that he finally understood. As funny as it sounded the cacao-liked eye boy thought, no, believed he, the one who was on top, was a girl!
Ha ha ha! It sounded ridicules even he said it himself. He's laughing, too hard, almost breathlessly, a little drop of water forming around the conner of his eye.
That guy must be too drunk to remember anything.
Ano...
Immediately he realized something that made him stop in a sudden, wondering.
He remembered nothing at all! Not such a thing!
Nobody would believe the blond was in good mood 30 seconds ago.
What was he for the present in this situation for that guy? A one night stand? A male, no, girl—since he didn't know-- prostitute?
He felt anger raising a bit.
Come on, give him a chance. Maybe he wasn't that bad. Looking back at the note again, he might find something missing.
Yeah, he loved it when he's right.
Hmm... the brown teenager's still responsible enough. You see, he left the number and name of his place of work to find him if 'anything--just in case- -happens'.
He smirked evilly.
Of course, something's happened, but not what the poor guy was afraid of. Let talk about the feeling in his stomach—it's not hunger for food, if that's what you're thinking!
Okay, a mistake, not in his stomach, it's in his heart.
The feeling when you long for something you know you can't live without, something you want to have as your own only and alone. It'd been hooking inside of him.
'Call me'...umm, if that's what he wanted.
"Two can play this game, right Taichi-kun?"