Sheesh, thanks' for belittling my writing guys 0-0. Seriously, Alana is an awesome character and she really helps with the plot line! No way in hell is she going anywhere, and she isn't `superior` she's just old and wise. Someone with her experience is perfect for the role of matchmaker, therefore she will be just that! Don't like my work? Don't read it you masochist!
Thank you to all of you awesome readers for supporting me wholeheartedly. I've never been upset with my precious readers before but the things some of you are doing are piling up lately... Super sorry to the precious readers who like my work exactly how it is! Love you!
Enjoy~
(Sorry for ranting..)
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Arthur stretched out and sighed, he surveyed his garden with a satisfied expression; everything looked perfect! No more nasty weeds stopping his poor flowers from growing. To be honest, this tranquillity was exactly what he needed after the conference. Those bloody gits had the nerve to fight when his poor sister was in charge!
Alana is antisocial at the best of times, isolation made her mellow out and after she went to the trouble of setting everything up- even making the meeting interesting, those ungrateful bastards thought they could get away with fighting!
Well not under my roof.
Arthur blew a strand of hair out of his face, groaning when his mobile rang.
"Hello?" he answered irritatedly.
"Konnichiwa, Asa-san."
"Kiku!" beamed Arthur, going indoors and locking the back door of the mansion.
"I hope I'm not disturbing you," said Kiku.
He was sprawled on his bed and chewing his lip nervously with the phone pressed almost desperately to his ear. He heard Arthur moving about and prayed he hadn't called at a bad time.
"Not at all! I was just finishing up in the garden, even if you had disturbed me you know I would drop everything to talk" he chuckled softly.
Kiku turned crimson, he couldn't keep the smile off his face, even if he tried. He was thrilled that Arthur felt comfortable enough to talk to him, let alone stop whatever he was doing just to speak to him of all people.
"A-arigato Asa-san, I didn't know you held me in such high regard" Kiku knew Yao was listening but he really didn't care, all that mattered was Arthur. His voice was beautiful, to him it was like an oasis in the middle of a desert. He always knew what to say, he was a master of words after all. They danced off the tip of his tongue like they were made for his use alone.
"Of course, you are a very important friend to me Kiku. I do enjoy talking to someone who can truly hold a conversation without any idiocy or silly arguments. You're definitely one of a kind." Kiku could practically hear his smile. His smile... So breath taking and rare, as fleeting as the cherry blossoms in the spring and Kiku would give anything to be able to see it every day.
"Asa-san..." he said reverently, adoringly. If only...If only Kiku was brave enough to confess. He could already imagine it; the look in his eyes when Kiku professed his undying and eternal love. His eyes...God his eyes were perfect, such a stunning green and you could always read Arthur's usually unreadable moods through those eyes.
Actually, it was as if Arthur was made just for him. Petite with delicate features and golden hair...
"Ah, Dylan's back. I'd better go, talk later?"
"H-hai" replied Kiku trying to hide his disappointment.
"Cheerio"
Click.
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"Asa-san" sighed Kiku dreamily. Arthur valued him: he thought he was a very important friend. He wanted to be more...
He faught back tears as he was hit by a powerful wave of longing and loneliness... Arthur was in another country but he may as well have been on another planet. Radiant, shining like a star he could never get close to, no matter how hard he tried. Kiku knew he should be satisfied with what he had but it just wasn't fair!
He hoped he could see him again soon...
He might go mad if he doesn't.
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