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Wish On This: Thank you for the response, chums. I feel horrible dragging you on like this, give you sexalicious KeiixRyou thoughts, than ending the chapter.
Mew Mew Power wasn't on this week (Even though it's more suckier, I like to watch it.) I cried and bawled and sucked my thumb (not) and curled up with my manga.
TTFN. (P.S: Gunna try a diffy writing stylish thing? Righty-o. Just so it's easier on the eyes, okay? More spaces.) (P.P.S: Where the hell am I in the timeline? I have no clue. Hehehe.) (P.P.P.S: Sorry if Kish is a little OOC, I don't really pay attention to him. Humdedum. And I know Mini Mew should be Masha, but Mini Mew is just such a darling-cute name. xD)

Warning?: Yaoiiiiii. If you dislike it, then what the hell are you doing at this chapter?

"Alien alert! Alien alert!"

"Hey hey, sweetie." Kish cooed as he prepared to land, standing, on a cafe seat. He swatted away Masha, but the robot was already heading toward Keiichiro, who was standing on the opposite side of the room from Ryou.

Ichigo's neck hair stood on end as she heard 'sweetie'. She turned on her heel to see Kish standing on the chair, flashing a toothy smile. Ichigo wondered if that was supposed to be charming.

Ryou grunted from his throat as he saw Kish. He leaned against the doorframe, and blew a sigh quickly, before standing back up straight. He stopped slumping his shoulders to show pride in his stance.
The other girls have already gone home, he thought briefly, annoyed. Ichigo had been stuck with all the work. ...Again.
"Kish," Ryou begun, clearing his throat. His tone of voice indicated he was thuroughly tired of this boy. Kish moved his eyes to look at Ryou and gave a small, childish groan to say he was listening. Ryou disregarded it and continued. "How'd you get in?"
"The front door, silly."
The blonde took a quick glance at the front door. Closed sign up, but not locked. Ryou almost rolled his eyes, but stopped himself from looking childish by simply closing his eyelids.
When he opened his cobalt eyes again, Ichigo's cheeks were flushed red. Kish had been drooling out pet names and compliments to Ichigo.
Ryou crossed his arms against his chest, preparing to speak. "Ichigo," He spoke loudly, "Would you care to take this outside?"

Ichigo's face became flustered when she noticed Ryou noticing her. She nodded quickly, biting her lip.

"Well, I'll consider it." Kish said clearly with sarcasm. It was the kind of voice that begged for attention. Ichigo shot Kish a look, and they locked eyes for a few moments. It was an odd, intense and uncomfortable stare.
Ryou watched intently, keeping silent. Was it just him or did this seem to happen alot? Ryou knew Kish had a little something for Ichigo, but could Ichigo possibly fall for Kish? Ryou shook the thought from his head as Kish headed quietly, but quickly for the door, Ichigo tailing close behind.

Ryou blinked as the door closed with a small click and waited for a few moments. He could hear a chair squeal as it's legs dragged against the floor. He turned to look at Keiichiro, whom had been silent for the whole time. He'd settled into a cafe seat with Masha. Ryou smiled ever so slightly at the view in front of him. Keiichiro looking so innocent, scritching and petting Masha.

Ryou walked to the kitchen. "Keiichiro," He said quickly, and Keiichiro raised his head in response. Ryou went on. "Do you want some hot chocolate?"
"No, thanks." Keiichiro replied in a slight sing-song voice. Ryou shrugged to himself while entering the kitchen to make some hot chocolate for himself.

7 minutes later, Ryou exited the kitchen with hot chocolate in one hand and a half empty bag of marshmellows in the other. He gave a quick smile to Keiichiro before plunking down on the chair across from him. Keiichiro smiled back, his eyes following Ryou's body as he sat.
"Where'd Masha go off to?" Ryou asked conversationally, setting down his mug on one side of the table and the marshmellows on the other. There was no noise outside the cafe. Ryou suspected Ichigo and Kish had moved away from the cafe. He didn't bother to think why.
"Went to check on Ichigo." Keiichiro said, blank of much emotion. He was fiddling with a plastic fork that was left on the table. Ryou nodded and brought the mug to his lips, taking a small sip so as not to burn his mouth. He caught two marshmellows in his mouth and chewed them momentarily before swallowing. Ryou set the mug down. He rummaged in the marshmellow bag, pulled two marshmellows out and threw them into the hot chocolate.
Keiichiro breathed deeply and thoughtfully. In through the nose, and out the mouth. Ryou wondered what he was thinking about, before his thoughts were interrupted by new ones when Ryou caught sight of Keiichiro's lips.
Ryou removed gaze and stared at the plastic fork in Keiichiro's hands. Ryou had never really thought about kissing that much. Movies always made it so interesting and extravagant. A turning point in a relationship.
But was it really that fantastic or important? Did it make you feel tingly and warm? He remembered short, loving kisses from his parents. They didn't make him feel tingly, but at that moment he remembered how much he took them for granted.

He missed them alot.

"What're you thinking about, Ryou?" Keiichiro's soft voice hummed. Ryou hadn't noticed that his eyes were thinly brimmed with tears. So thinly, in fact, that you'd have to be nose-to-nose with him to see those tears.
"My parents." Ryou answered honestly with a strained voice. Keiichiro replied reluctantly,
"Oh."
Ryou plastered on a fake smile, and Keiichiro suddenly recognized the urge he had to run his fingers through Ryou's blonde locks. Keiichiro fidgeted as Ryou took a swig of his hot chocolate.

It took a moment for Keiichiro to register that tears were welled up in Ryou's eyes when he placed the cup back down on the table. Conviently, Ryou noticed after Keiichiro. Ryou quickly lowered his head to stare at his mug, hoping Keiichiro hadn't noticed. The marshmellows bled into the hot chocolate.
"Ryou..." Keiichiro murmered.
Shit, Ryou thought, a line slicing between his brow in anger. He didn't want Keiichiro to see him breakdown, to see him cry like a kid. He felt Keiichiro's hand on his, attempting to comfort him. Ryou pulled away as if he'd bitten, standing up. Keiichiro stood up, too. Their chairs squeaked across the floor. Ryou wasted no time starting up a quick walk to the stairs.
"Ryou, stop." Keiichiro spoke calmly. His brief words made no difference. Keiichiro groaned quietly and begun a quicker pace after the blonde.
By now Ryou's tears had subsided easily. Not a bead fell from his eyes, and he had blinked away all traces of the salty liquid. It wasn't about crying in front of Keiichiro anymore. Ryou wasn't actually sure why he was walking away, now. To finish what he'd started, maybe?
Ryou couldn't conjure up another thought, before Keiichiro was suddenly in front of Ryou.

Ryou stopped as quickly as he could contemplate the movement, stopping about rulers length from Keiichiro. Ryou looked straight at Keiichiro.
Keiichiro wasn't keen on what to say. He stuttered out a few sounds before giving up, and just stared into Ryou's eyes with a dumbfounded expression.

Ryou fought the pressing urge to find out if it would tingle to kiss Keiichiro right now. He was so close, Ryou could feel his body heat. Ryou attempted to say the urge was because of hormones, but looking into Keiichiro's iris' the only word he could place it under was, desire. At the exact moment he realized why he kept getting flushed, childish and full of butterflies around Keiichiro the past few weeks.

He wished deep inside that Keiichiro would kiss first, or let Ryou know he was allowed to even kiss him.

As Ryou thought this, Keiichiro gave an almost disappointed looking smile and shifted backwards. Ryou sucked back an awkward breath. Is he going to just walk away? Ryou thought, distressed. He bit his lip as Keiichiro took a baby step backwards. Crap.

Before Ryou could stop to think about consequences, his hand was gripped to Keiichiro's neck and his hot chocolate-tasting lips were locked on his.

Ryou felt a wave of tingling sensation slowly creep through his body.

Wish on This: Oh boy. It's 1 am and I've been sitting here trying trying trying to write this. Bloody damn hard, I tell yah!
Anyways. Yes! Yaoi. I mean, I can't have this many chapters without atleast one kiss, can I? That's just not sane. Plus I was listening to a soft lullaby-like song, (Don't Forget Me by Way Out West. DL If you can?) and it put me in a lovey mood.
I don't know if I'll get another chapter out until Sunday, because I've got lots to do on Saturday and I'll be lazy tomorrow. Busy busy chum, hey?