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Wish On This: First of all, sorry for my lack of update. Oooer.
Second, what the hell is wrong with people? I'd like to ask anyone who's bashed a fanfiction before, why? Why did you read it, if you didn't like the pairing, or the writing, the grammer? What has happened to mutual respect? For that matter, self-respect. My mother taught me, if I didn't have anything nice to say, to not say anything at all. I apologize if I seem to overworked about it, but can you blame me?
Thiiird, I was wondering this whole week, if you guys would like fluff or saaad stuff. And of course I went with fluff. Well, kind of fluff. Let's just see how this chapter turns out, shall we? (P.S: Bare with me, I haven't watched or read any TMM or MMP in two weeks. OOC madnesssss.)

Stars in your eyes,
Did you take the time,
To realize.

Ryou felt a wave of tingling sensation slowly creep through his body.
It was the kind that spreads from your stomach, outward. All the way to your toes, and when that happens, your neck hairs are poised on end.
It was also very, very akward. Neither of them advanced on this kiss. Thought it wasn't an entirely dry kiss, Ryou's lips were still stained with the wet of hot chocolate he hadn't licked off thuroughly yet.
To Ryou, the kiss spilled out a bundle of words he couldn't say out loud. He knew they didn't contain a certain three words, but that wasn't of his concern at the moment.

Keiichiro was awe-struck. When he watched Ryou move in, he had took in a stark breath that ripped the air between them. And then Ryou was there. With his hand on Keiichiro's neck. Keiichiro shivered mildly.
It took him a couple seconds to realize his own eyes were closed in a relaxed manner.

Ryou grew curious. Why wasn't he pushing him away? Refusing?
After one more heartbeat, Ryou pulled back. The kiss lasted no longer than 6 seconds. Ryou desperately didn't want open his eyes when he retracted, but he didn't want to look stupid, either. How odd to think of pride and posture during such a matter of things.
His cobalt eyes were locked immediately with Keiichiro's when he opened them. Ryou looked deeply as he could into Keiichiro's eyes and expression, but couldn't see anything. He was-- Completely unreadable.
Unreadable? Ryou cursed inwardly, it felt horrible not being able to know the emotions of his best friend.

Before Ryou could stop himself, his thumb traced Keiichiro's jawline. It was an impulsive, careless-of-consequence move, but all Keiichiro did to react was flinch slightly. Keiichiro's jaw was solid.
Ryou felt it oddly comforting how Keiichiro didn't react, whether negative or positive. Negative would slightly hurt him emotionally, but he'd get over it, right? And positive...

Ryou brought his arm back down to his side. His right arm muscle twitched, and he brought his arms to his chest, crossing them. Keiichiro not saying or doing anything was beginning to get awkward.
Finally, Keiichiro opened his mouth to say something. Ryou moved his eyes to look at the stairs he'd previously been heading to. His mind swarmed and finally he came to a decision.
"Ry--" Keiichiro began, and Ryou could sense the softness in his voice. Ryou interrupted Keiichiro before he had even said a full word. He cleared his throat quickly.
"Uh-m. I'm going to bed." Ryou didn't wait for a reply, and left Keiichiro to his own musing.

As Ryou's footsteps echoed through the stairwell, Keiichiro couldn't help but smile.

Ryou hastily fumbled with the doorknob to his room before swinging it open. He didn't bother to turn on the light.
When he walked into the peace of his room, closing the door quietly behind him, he let out a breath he didn't realize he was holding.
He slipped into his usual blue flannel pajama pants and was in the middle of struggling on a random white T-shirt on, when there was a light knock on the door. Ryou's muscles became tight. He closed his eyes like he had a headache as he finished putting on the shirt before sitting on his bed noisily.
"Come in, Keiichiro." His name rolled off Ryou's tongue reluctantly, but with a certain ease.

Automatically, Keiichiro entered with a soft look on his face, but Ryou was too busy staring at the ground to see. The door clicked close, and Keiichiro leaned against the wall beside the door casually. His hands were behind his back and, unlike the blonde, he was looking straight at Ryou.
There was an unwanted silence that settled between them, and it made Ryou's fingers tips itch.

Light from a faraway streetlight filtered scarcely in from the bedroom window. Besides the faint lights from glowing buttons on the computer, it was the only thing that helped Keiichiro and Ryou see object outlines until their eyes adjusted. The light from the window barely touched Ryou's toes, landing on the floor just near.
Ryou crossed his legs.

Ryou thought silently to himself.
I wonder what he's waiting for? He mused. Does he want me to talk first? Maybe I should just talk... Say something!
"Sorry." Ryou murmured, but loud enough for Keiichiro to hear. The word made Keiichiro's eyes narrow.
"What?" Keiichiro blurted out.
"Sorry." Ryou repeated shakily, louder. He lifted his head slightly, and he could see Keiichiro walking forward to him.
"Ryou." Keiichiro spoke sweetly. Ryou realized he adored when Keiichiro spoke like that. By the time, Keiichiro was already crouched in front of Ryou, looking directly into his eyes. His back was blanketed in the milky light from the window. Even without the lights, Ryou could see the smile Keiichiro's lips were curved into. "Don't be sorry, because.." Keiichiro paused. "If you hadn't done it, I would've."

Keiichiro waited politely for a reaction. He was anwsered with Ryou's fingers locking into his own. Keiichiro wasted no time acting on the urge that was bubbling in his body, and leaned in to kiss Ryou.

It was much more tender then the last kiss. Ryou found it so abrupt that he almost forgot to react. It didn't take him long to, though.
Keiichiro shifted to balance himself on his knees instead of his feet. He took Ryou's free hand into his free hand and deepened the kiss.
Ryou advanced, too. He sheepishly slid his tongue against Keiichiro's bottom lip. Keiichiro took one a short moment to contemplate the action, before silently agreeing and opening his mouth slightly. Ryou copied, and quickly, there tongues mingled. Ryou tightened his grip on Keiichiro's knuckles.

It got to the point where Keiichiro and Ryou needed full breathes of air, and Keiichiro pulled back. He released his grip from Ryou's right hand, so he could lift his fingers to feel Ryou's blonde hair.

Ryou's eyes were hazed over. Keiichiro squeezed his still-in-grasp hand quickly, before standing up, removing his hand from Ryou's hair.
Ryou's eyes followed Keiichiro's body as he moved.
Keiichiro himself was tired, and decided it was time to sleep. He needed energy for work tomorrow. He momentarily thought of the day after tomorrow, Sunday, happily day-dreaming over a day off. Then he switched back to the now.
"Go to sleep, Ryou." Keiichiro said softly, in a voice that could lull Ryou to sleep on it's own. Ryou nodded dazily as Keiichiro took a step back. Ryou registered he was leaving to his own bedroom. Ryou shifted noisly until he was comfortable under his blankets. Keiichiro was already starting to walk out the door.
"Goodnight, Keiichiro."
Keiichiro anwsered with a short hum of a murmer.

The memory of this,
Still reminds me.

Wish On This: I know, I'm evil and should've made Keiichiro stay with Ryou! But alas.
My first fluffy thing. Oooer. Well, I mean. This is my first fanficiton. Well, uh, well... Shh!
Alsoooo, I've been contemplating when to end this fic? (Amazingly, even crappy things come to an end.) Suggestions? I was thinkin'... 15 chapters-ish? Dunno.