This is the longest chapter I've written and I hope it makes up for my laziness ! Okay, I finally know what I'm going to write and this story is coming to an end in about two more chapters. ) I finally got the whole thing flowing in my mind now ; I was brainstorming and brainstorming, but finally saw a perfect fit for what happens after the play. Hope you enjoy .
Italic Thoughts 3
flash back
Two strong arms wrapped around the skinny waist of the ragged magenta-haired boy. He was sat on a wooden stool being examined, still embraced in those cold, firm arms. Red covered the pair of faces like curtains dropping down for an ending performance.
"Shuichi-kun are you okay, do you need any ice," Yuki bent down lovingly staring with pure affection into his majestic purple orbs.
"No really, I'm fine."
"Are you sure, because it's starting to swell up!"
A hand began to glaze down the welt that was starting to burst its way forward on his delicate slaves cheek. Perfectly aligned on his cheek was an exact replica of his former fiancee's hand. Yuki could trace the swollen flesh teasingly. An interest was caught in the boys mind whenever he stared straight into those longing eyes that only belonged to his slave.
Through the dark shadows from the drapes of cloth that the school called curtains. In pure air, a hand snaked out grabbing a hold of Yuki's gentle touch. Pressure fell down as the cast around them staring at Aw, heard a pop.
"What do you think you are doing," Yuki's father scolded in a deep low hiss.
"If you weren't so blind, old man, you'd have seen that I am lovingly taking care of my partner, that you so brutally had my ex-fiancee slap!"
"What is this ex-fiancee nonsense!"
Acting was all was left for the blonde to lean on, but was acting what he truly was doing?Pure thoughts ran around his crazed mind of how innocent and child-like the man in his arms was. How his taunting on his cheek made him think of some outrages thoughts. "Remember Yuki I am doing this to gain a girlfriend... not a boyfriend. Don't let yourself get carried away, even if this feels right. You are straight? Well aren't you?" Yuki looked down and shook his head in disbelief of his prior thoughts.
"Please, Sir let go..." Shuichi tried to catch the stamina in a bag to help him along the fight with Yuki's father, but fingers fasten his lips.
Heated air fell on Shuichi's ear as words were displayed in brief structures.
" Don't speak. Don't let go of me. You are my slave," Yuki's bittersweet voice softly whispered, leaving Shuichi in a hazy fantasy.
"Hey you let go of me now," Screeches drooled off the brown haired girl.
The slight jog ravishly made her hair pick up the wind. Strands shined like silk threads flowing ravishly down her back in movement. Besides looking beautiful under the lowering sun her hair kept thwapping her in the face.
Hiro felt he caught himself a prize. It was like a fisherman caught the magic fish and had all his wishes answered. He knew she was the one that would replace his lonesomes feelings ever since that drama prince, Yuki, stole his cherished friend from him. Guilty thoughts of blaming Yuki only would come later because through his chocolate-eyes he already saw the click between the two. Red string wrapped around them as tight as fate, just like it held onto this girl and him.
She felt her breath quicken and become dry. Time passed, but exercise just kept happening. Exhaustedly she tried to pull away, but the boy had a firm grip on her. In the time of this non-acquainted jog, more like sprint, she let her eyes fall upon the boy. His dark brown hair looped into a mullet. "Hmmm, just like a rock star would do his hair, interesting." A mystery indeed this man was, for she had been grabbed randomly and never had a chance to even do her business. "I wonder what his face looks like, he ran by to fast for me to catch a glimpse." She continued her pondering until her face met his warm back.
"Sorry, that I took you by surprise," Hiro chuckled a bit turning around to face his pot of gold.
Ayaka looked up and saw such a cute face. It wasn't as grand as Yuki's. There was a difference that hung in the air for sure. Yuki had more of a male model, "I'd kill you" complex and emotion in his face. His eyes could stare straight through you leaving ones breath short. This mullet boy had a famous face who probably had a deep musical background. His eyes were those type with a mysterious background and something lost. Kind of like a lost puppy.
"Is there something on my face?"
"Oh, uh, sorry about that," Ayaka stuttered.
She slowly corrected her little comparing fiasco. All of a sudden her father in law came to her memory and a relapse of the conversation came to mind and how her hand hurt from her previous actions.
"What's your name miss?" Hiro chimed.
"None of your concern and I must get back to my before-hand activities that someone rudely pulled me away from," Ayaka coughed and looked up with a determined glare at the boy.
"Activities?"
"Yes activities!"
"Oh, you mean the one where you hammer my friend in for being with your fiancee?"
"Indeed," Ayaka began to fume and get impatient.
"You know whats really funny?" Hiro began to spazz again with mad laughter.
"What is so funny!"
"Well its just you remind me of a puppet! Who is controlling your strings, girl? Don't you have your own words instead of pretend feelings? Oh, wait I know what it is, you are obsessed like the fan girls!"
Ayaka looked towards the ground, ready to beat someone shitless. Swiftly she snapped her head up and corrected her ill-tempered perception directly into those chocolate orbs.
"Well for your information, what I do is none of your business!"
Hiro's head rolled over a bit to the left slyly looking up at his treasure. His lips coiled up high into peeks like a cat out to sic its prey.
"It can become mine."
"Just leave me be, you scoundrel," Ayake began to walk her way to the theater.
"Look, If you ever want something real, that is love, call me," Hiro called out.
It was a lucky thing he wrote his name and number on a piece of paper before he decided his actions. Foot prints appeared once again leaving a piece of paper in the Ayaka's hands.
She bent her head down to read what the note said noticing his name was Hiroshi. "Hiroshi, hmmm, interesting fellow, but he made my heart pull, spin, and knot up!" Eyes elapsed over the newly found information for some sort of answer to her dilemma, but it came to an end as she shoved it in her purse.
"You better let go of that boy right now, young man," Yuki's father raised his voice again.
"How about no," Yuki angrily answered back.
"Excuse me, did you just talk back to me?"
"Yeah, in fact I did and I wouldn't mind doing it again!"
"That's it son, we are leaving now and having a long talk."
"Oh, so you can treat me like shit? Ha ha! Come on, Shu-chan, we are leaving now!"
"Yes, you are leaving now, but not with him," Yuki's dad growled.
Shuichi felt a sudden rise. It took him minutes to notice he was in bridal position with Yuki. His head bounced gently against Yuki's welcoming chest. He could hear little pitter-patters in rhythm with his own. A slight blush crawled against his already red face.
Yuki looked down at his father and pushed him out of the way still holding onto his slave. He kicked the theater doors open and ran into his favorite former fiancee.
"Move Ayaka," Yuki sighed.
"Over my dead body," She stood there holding her arms apart blocking his exit.
"If you don't move right now, I'll be forced to kick you over," Yuki gave her one of his many famous death glares.
Ayaka looked down hiding her fear away from her favorite honey blonde. A blushed crossed her face as she bent down trying to escape every fright she had.
"I wont move!"
Yuki lowered his face meeting up inches apart from hers. He watched as the puzzled blush and preparation for a kiss to appear on her luscious lips. Saliva flew out of Yuki's puckered up lips and straight into bright red face.
"Yuki, what was that for?"
She moved out of his way accidentally wiping the spit off her rosy face. He made his grand escape leaving Ayaka in the dust. It was too late for our milky-brown head to leer over and see her adorned escape.
Shuichi still didn't make a move or sound, but just continued to rest his head upon his master's chest. Everything was perfect and felt so right in Shuichi's heart. His jigsaw was complete and he never wanted to be moved, but was roughly dropped into his seat belt.
Yuki was about to let Shuichi do the rest, but noticed Ayaka was running her way over to them. A devilish smirk drew a line over his face. Arching over, lips locked once again. Besides it just being a little peck Yuki decided to be the dominate master and attempt to let his tongue poke at Shuichi's lips.
Shuichi knew what this meant and was totally oblivious of Yuki's actions. He knew there was no escape so he let that disgusting, yet enjoyable tongue slither in.
Ayaka was shocked to see the two men making out. She felt a bit nauseated at the scene and staggered away. Total disappointment took over and she gave up forever. There was no way someone like her could break up such a heated couple. She remembered the last time she tried to do something like that with Yuki. She was shoved into a pile of mud behind the shrine. That favorite white dress, wasn't so white anymore.
Yuki broke it apart quickly noticing her back turned and slammed the door in Shuichi's face. He went to the driver's seat and began to drive.
Crickets chirped as the ride went silent. Shuichi was still as five shades of red and Yuki was beating himself up about his parents.
Yuki couldn't help but randomly look over at the pomegranate-haired boy, trying to catch a glimpse of those lilac jewels. He could tell the boy was still in shock and rather hog-tied. Confusion was the cutest thing to see on his little slave's face. "What did I just say? Maybe there is more to my feelings than I thought! What has happened to my girl plot! I have words to say to my little pet, but for some reason I may be the one tongue tied or I'm just judging my sexual life. Yeah, that's it, just questioning it away."
"Um, back there...that was my dad."
Shuichi's eyes shimmered as the setting sun hit his eyes just right. "Is he going to talk about his personal life with me? Oh my God, I'm so happy that he is opening up to me!"
"Why is he so angry?"
Yuki looked down with an astonished anger look sending chills down Shuichi's back.
"Oh, you don't have to answer my silly question," A lively chuckle dived off the Shuichi's lips.
An icy voice rang throughout Shuichi's ears.
"He wants me to be the top student, get the best grades in the whole school, and do everything he desires and wishes he could be. My dad loves my little brother and will do anything for him, but since I'm the oldest, he will do anything to get his way. Describing what he has done to me will just be hours to waste. He wants me to become a monk and I don't want to take over the family business, I really want to be a writer. He has basically ruled my life since I fell out of my mothers womb! Picked out my wife and everything!"
"I'm really sorry," Shuichi stuttered.
"My dad has bullshitted my existence and made me seem like the picture perfect person."
Amber eyes solemnly looked around the temples grounds. Fall colored leaves floated to earth's mouth. A delicious snack to nurture nature's preparation for winter. Little hands felt around in the leaves tossing them high up to the liquescent skies where the miraculous marshmallow clouds shaped into every figure a child could create surreal. A child's laughter could warmly be heard around the whole premises.
"Yuki where are you?"
Snickers quailed off the soft pink lips of a mere child. Vision was folded over by those dull colors. A huge pile of leaves were only to be seen. With dull imagination no one could ever sense the child's wants and desire to play hide-n-seek.
"You can't find me daddy!"
"Eiri Yuki, you march yourself in front of me right now!"
Yuki began to spill out laughter once again shaking the pile of leaves. The older mans sharp keen lowered around the crevices. The rattling of the build up of oranges, yellows, and browns weren't hard to spot. A hand slipped in halting the child's laughter yanking it away from him. Yuki's small left wrist was held up meeting the sky. He was jerked out of his pile of leaves.
"What have I told you about the leaves! You have disappointed daddy once again. Your little antics aren't meant for this family. Straighten yourself up this instant or daddy will get furious with you!"
Yuki's little amber pools stared up at his fathers face. Frightening, frightening indeed was the vicious looking face. It was pulled back like a grizzly bear, snarled like a lion, mouth opened as wide as an alligator. His mouth opened up letting laughter flake away from his empty cavern.
"You laugh and mock your father!"
A hand was raised to those marshmallow clouds painted to the ocean. Everything went blacken white in a child's eyes. The happy moments were washed away like chalk. Those leaves never looked oh so fun. It was only hard work and no games now in the simplest of all minds in the earth. Pain was embroidered deep into Yuki's face. His golden mane dangled over his sight. His eyes opened wide and tears froze into dust.
"Father what are you doing," A girls voice cried out.
Yuki shakenly moved his head over his left shoulder. Long chestnut-hair was spotted. She seemed to be in a hurry towards his way. Worry was developed in her voice and protected his ears until a rapid jolt shuck his frail itty bitty body.
"Look up at your father this instant!"
Another large hand came shredding through the air ready to hit his already tender cheek. It never did fully collide. Yuki looked up with his eyes as wide as the moon. They were wretched out of place and totally distraught from the pain he was feeling fill up his heart. A blizzard was storming its way through the tiny mind and heart of poor Yuki. He finally directed his attention towards what had stopped the second slap. His older sister had stolen her fathers hand. Her weight was holding down the forceful man's anger.
"Mika let go of me this instant!"
"No father, leave Yuki alone!"
Mika began to cry as she struggled to keep their father in control. She was barbarically thrown the chilled cement grounds.
"MIKARIN!" Yuki called out struggling to get away from his father. His tears sprinted down his face.
His father turned his arm in a way it was never meant. Screams spilled from the toddlers mouth. Streams turned into rabious river. Snot drained from his little nose mixing with his tears.
"Stop daddy, stop!"
Yuki's father snapped out of his prior thoughts and noticed his daughter on the ground with a fresh, new cut. His song wailing uncontrollably and his arm pointed in a new direction. His face was rather pain stricken. Yuki was thrown in the air landing adjacent to his beloved sister.
"Next time you'll think about who you are," Yuki's father scolded stomped away.
Yuki stared at the ground in pure shock. Tears disappeared and pain was only left behind. The only thing the trailed in his mind was I'm sorry.
Yuki glanced over his shoulders snapping out of his flashback and noticed a really emotional upset Shuichi. "How you remind me of a younger kinder me. My inner child that for some reason I've got the feeling I'll never want to let you out of my clutches."
"Don't let it get to you."
Shuichi's little eyes began to chatter with vivid pools forming.
"Hey, don't cry!"
Yuki sharply curved his Mercedes into the emergency lanes and parked. He put up his emergency breaks to warn other cars of his surroundings. He noticed his little bundle of pink with tears staining his rosie cheeks. He watched as the drained down like leaky faucets. He couldn't help, but just wanted to cradle the boy.
"Why are you crying?"
"It's just...you opened up to me for once and you must have been in a lot of pain."
Yuki looked dumbfound and draw the boy in for an embrace. He had no idea what took over him but knew that this was his treasure. Something he would have forever and ever.
Ayaka flopped down on her bed. She rummaged throughout her purse until the little piece of paper floated out. She stared at it for a while and little thoughts flowed into her mind.
"Maybe Hiro will be someone loving. Trying never does hurt."
Hola people, Sorry for the late update. I'm such a lazy ass. Please enjoy and ) 2 more chapters left. Reviewness please, just don't yell at me for my grammar. I know it isn't the greatest XD!