The Time of their Lives
Rating: Teen (Older teen, just to be safe. But you guys will read it regardless of the rating, soo) xD
Pairing: TadasexIkuto
Summary: LJ Challenge! Except I'm not posting this on LJ. xD;;
Warnings: Yaoi. YES. YAOI. Don't like it, don't read.
Disclaimer: Credit to the LJ community 12stories for the prompts. 8D

Criteria for this challenge was simply a fic over 100 words based around the prompt. Sort of like cracks stuff, but more focused i guess. xD

And as you will soon see, all the prompties deal with time. Hence my oh-so-clever title. xD;;;

01. Seconds.

His shirt had been off for awhile- it was lying on the dirt a few feet away in the same crumpled form it had when he'd first ripped it off and tossed it aside. He was drenched in sweat even with it gone. The sun was beating down on his bare back mercilessly; he would do anything for this to be over. But there was no chance, not a snowball's chance in hell anything of the sort would ever occur.

Ikuto rolled back his shoulders before dropping to his knees. The filthy muck splashed up onto his baggy shorts as he hefted a large rock up onto his shoulder and began carrying it over to one of the carts he and his team were supposed to fill up by the end of the day, or else they'd be subject to more work.

It seemed useless, the busy work, but it kept him in shape. He wasn't sure what the jail was planning to do with the area its convicts cleared; perhaps it just was to help them 'build character'. They only thing that was building was Ikuto's urge to murder his way out of this prison. And it was just that- a prison. Ikuto knew how he ended up here, but what the hell. Like the bank was really going to miss a few hundred thousand dollars. His plan would have worked perfectly, too, if his stupid insubordinate had shown up with the damn van when he was supposed to. But no, Kairi failed once again. He was in jail as well, but since he had pleaded guilty after Ikuto pleaded innocent...

Life just wasn't fair sometimes. Kairi should have backed him up, but the pansy took the easy way out. Ikuto dropped the heavy boulder into the cart, dusting his dirty shoulder off and walking back to scoop up more rocks his team was hacking away. Maybe it was for a road or something. He didn't care.

Ikuto crouched once more, pulling another rock up to his shoulders. The bigger ones were easier to carry. He stood up and turned to walk away, but froze.

He was here. Him. As soon as Ikuto realized he had stopped to stare for a few seconds, he immediately continued marching towards the cart. He had to do his job, or else he'd be forced to harder labor. And this was bad enough; Ikuto couldn't imagine what the bastards dubbed as the 'worst punishment'. But whenever they put him on duty...

Ikuto didn't know what it was. He felt better. He felt stronger. He felt faster. He felt like he could literally do anything. And perhaps it was just an attempt to impress the guard- he'd picked up that the man's name was Tadase- but he didn't care, as long as the blond was there.

Those few seconds out of his entire day that the blond guard was there, with those piercing crimson eyes focused on only him and his body and his sweat and his strength; those few seconds where no matter what else was going on in the guard's world, regardless of the fact that the two men were in separate spheres, one a criminal and the other a cop, for those single seconds none of that mattered. They were simply there, together, and for those few seconds nothing else in the entire world mattered more than the simple notion the blond acknowledged his 

existence.

Those few seconds made Ikuto's living hell a heaven, even if only for the moment.

02. Minutes.

December 12th
Ikuto
Tadase
(Perfect attendance- apologies of those absent not necessary)

Tadase's Room

Members Present:

Subject
Must focus on completion of project S.E.X. as soon as possible.

Meeting Called to Order at precisely 8:23 pm

Minutes of Previous Meeting
Ikuto walked in on Tadase in the shower. Love ensued. Enough said.

Agenda: Orders of the Day
1) Approval of Previous Meeting
Tadase proposed. Ikuto seconded.

2) Greeting Kiss
Ikuto proposed. Tadase gladly seconded.

3) Decision on Where Exactly in Room Business should be Discussed
Ikuto proposed and moved Tadase onto the bed. Tadase didn't object.

4) Foreplay
Tadase proposed to suck. Ikuto happily seconded, not hesitating to return the favor.

5) Intercourse
Ikuto proposed. Tadase couldn't coherently respond.

6) Cool Down
Tadase proposed. Ikuto allowed him to snuggle.

7-19) Repeat as Necessary
Ikuto proposed. Tadase seconded.

20) Sleep
Tadase proposed. Ikuto smiled at him and let himself fall asleep as well.

Any Other Business
N/A. All important business complete.

Date of Next Meeting
December 13th

Meeting Adjourned

03. Hours.


Tadase felt ridiculous, not to mention stupid and hurt... but mostly just stupid. He should have known better, he really should have. He should have learned by now that the older boy just never kept his promises. Ever. Tadase had given up. But then Ikuto promised he'd make it this time. He promised. Tadase was such a sucker for promises.

He'd resisted at first, refusing to meet in front of the restaurant where they'd had there first date. And yet Ikuto still said he'd wait there for as long as it took for Tadase to come and forgive him. Not matter what. Even if it was pouring rain.

Which now, it was. Tadase blinked up at the sky, not really caring as the cold rain dropping from the sky splashed against his skin. His crimson dress shirt was clinging to his body now; it was thoroughly soaked. His pants were damp. He wished he would have brought an umbrella, but he was just stupid. Besides, he had only arrived fifteen minutes early. He figured Ikuto wouldn't screw up again and that he'd be on time.

It had been hours. Hours. Tadase had waited for an hour and a half before the sky darkened and rain began to fall. And he had waited 2 and a half hours in the rain. 4 hours and Ikuto still hadn't shown up.

He sighed, shivering. It was pretty cold now, especially since the wind was picking up. He was no longer sitting on the ledge across the street, but now he was waiting on a bench under a canopy. A lady from the restaurant had come out to ask him what he was doing, and he had replied he was waiting for his date. That had been 2 hours ago. An hour later, she had brought out some hot tea. Tadase had been grateful.

And maybe he should wait inside. That might have been a smart idea, but Tadase was worried Ikuto wouldn't see him. But since the cat obviously had no intentions of showing up, did it matter anymore?

His eyes were heavy; it was late; he was hungry and tired. Tadase glanced at his watch. They were supposed to meet at 5. It was 9. Tadase knew Ikuto wouldn't come; he wasn't sure why he was still waiting around. But he internally agreed to leave at 10. After waiting 5 hours, Tadase would be sure Ikuto wasn't coming.

His eyes drooped and he sighed, watching the rain fall from the top of the canopy. The wind had died down again and he was thankful. His eyes darted open when he heard the door open. The lady walked out, nodding at him and handing him some soup. He gratefully took it with a apology and thanks. She only nodded as she locked up her restaurant. Tadase watched her walk away as he sipped the soup out of the Styrofoam cup. It was warm and he was could; he burned his tongue because he was too anxious. Skipping lunch due to his nerves probably hadn't been the best decision, either.

He finished his soup, pushing the cup into the waste bin that was attached to the side of the bench. It wasn't a very comfortable bench. He yawned, feeling his eyes droop again. He looked back down to his watch. It was a quarter til 10, only a few more minutes were left.

Tadase had gotten his hopes up so many times as he watched clusters of people walk past during the last few hours. He wasn't sure why he was such an optimist. It was just the way he was. And he had really believed Ikuto would come this time. He shouldn't have.

He yawned again. He was surprisingly tired for having spent his entire afternoon waiting. What a way to enjoy a Friday night. But he wasn't surprised Ikuto didn't show up. He refused to let himself be. He should have known.

He shivered, cursing as the wind picked up once more. And it began to rain harder. He glanced at his watch. He only had 5 more minutes to go.

So he waited, eyes closed and head resting back, exhausted. And that's how Ikuto fought him not five, but 30 minutes later. Ikuto had blinked, surprised to see a figure. The restaurant was closed now; he assumed there was no way Tadase cared enough to wait over 5 hours for him to show up. And as he approached, decked in warm waterproof clothes and a large umbrella, his eyes bulged. He slid the back of his hand up and down the side of Tadase's cheek, his warm hand drastically juxtaposed with Tadase's cold cheek.

Ikuto silently cursed. This wasn't the way it was supposed to be. Tadase should have given up and moved on. It 

was beyond Ikuto's understanding as to why the blond would sit in the middle of a storm just for him. He pressed his hand to Tadase's forehead, feeling the beginnings of a fever.

Ikuto couldn't leave him there, so he picked Tadase up, instantly cringing at the amount of water that managed to soak from Tadase's clothing through his 'waterproof' jacket. The boy was drenched. Ikuto sighed, pushing the wet bangs that had plastered against Tadase's skin out of his face.

Tadase, to his surprised, stirred slightly.

"Ikuto..?"

"Yeah?"

"Is that you?"

Ikuto rolled his eyes. "Yes."

"I thought you weren't coming..."

Ikuto didn't respond, just lulled Tadase back into slumber by raking his fingers through his hair. Once he was sure the blond was out, he released a breath he didn't even know he was holding. Waiting for your love for 5 hours while he was cheating on you; that was love. How the blond was so loving and forgiving, he didn't know. But he realized he usually took it for granted. He had today. Just a quick screw, since Tadase wasn't ready yet. There would be no more of that. If Tadase could wait for him, he could wait for Tadase no matter how many hours it took.

04. Days.

The wind was cruel, slicing across the open fields and freezing Tadase's unshielded face as he softly marched, his heavy boots crunching the ice as they hauled ass over the open territory. It was freezing outside; the rain froze into snow as it drifted down, which was actually a plus because snow didn't soak through military uniforms the same way rain did. Snow clung to the fabric which Tadase supposed helped with his camouflage. He needed all the help he could get.

He was marching alone across the bare field. Tadase had abandoned his station. Some would call him a coward for it while others understood his reasoning perfectly. They knew Tadase would not return home, either, for the exact same reason as he left. He had to get away. He needed to get away, it wasn't like he was one to abandon. He was loyal to the end, which was probably why this was having such a detrimental impact on his emotional and physical state.

Dealing with death was one thing. When you knew someone was dying, it was easier to take than a death out of the blue. And usually if a person was old it was much easier to take their death. But in the army, it was young men that died. Young men he knew, young men he considered his brothers, his family. Watching them die ripped his heart apart, but he had learned to deal with it. Ikuto had taught him how.

He paused on the open field, his head falling back as he let the snow fall onto his face. It had been days since his best friend's death. Days. And Tadase had spent those days trekking as far away from the memory of Ikuto as his feet could take him. He would never return home because memories of Ikuto would be there. He would never return to the army for the same reason. Tadase would run away and hide and forget. Because he shouldn't have to deal with Ikuto being dead. Ikuto was young, only a bit older than himself. Ikuto was so much stronger than him. If anyone should have died, it should have been him.

And the worst thing was Ikuto died protecting him. It really should have been him that was dead, and Ikuto should still be living. Ikuto could take his death, but the other way around? Tadase was too dependent on his best friend.

He had to call Ikuto 'his best friend' in his thoughts. Calling him by the 'l-word' would be too much. He'd break on the spot. Ikuto wouldn't break. He'd be strong. And, Tadase realized, Ikuto would want him to be strong. Tadase's head fell back down; he looked across the field. He'd have to keep going for them both, then.


05. Weeks.

His body shook violently; he could feel the surge- a sickening upheaval of emotions he didn't understand that consumed his heart and his mind- roar up from the pit of his stomach to ferment in his heart. His teeth gnashed together violently as he stared at his opponent. The battle had gone on too long- for endless weeks full of nothing but terror and fear. It needed to end, and it would end here.

Tadase snatched his scepter from the ground, his eyes narrowed significantly as he studied the cat, blood dripping from the long, silver knives jetting out from the cat's hands. Ikuto smirked back, bending back his wrist and, much to Tadase's disgust, licking the blood from his claws.

Tadase felt sick. He was the only one left now. It had been weeks of fighting and Easter had managed to kill his companions. But not killed them quickly. They had tortured his friends right in front of him, prolonging their suffering as much as possible. It hadn't been humane. It was sickening, the screams and blood-stained images forever drilled in the blond's head.

His crimson eyes trailed from the cat's bloody hand to the body below. And now Tadase knew it hadn't been Easter. He wasn't sure what sent the cat over the edge, but Utau's disfigured corpse spoke quite a clear message.

Ikuto was insane. Completely insane. There was no doubting it; he had killed everyone if Utau was dead.

Ikuto paused, looking down to his sister's body with a small frown and kicking it, so Utau was now on her stomach.

"T-That's sick. She's you're sister!"

"Was my sister." Ikuto's small frown spiraled up into a deranged grin. "Was. Not anymore. She's dead now."

"I s-see."

"Do you know why I killed them?"

"Who?"

"Everyone. Easter. Sanjou. Utau. Your little puny friends..."

"Bastard." Tadase's eyes were ablaze as he glared into Ikuto's navy smug ones.

"Yes. But do you know why, little king?" Ikuto ran a claw down the side of Tadase's face, the thin cut beginning to bleed.

"Do I care?!" Spat the boy, ripping his face away and halting Ikuto's progress.

"You should. I did it for you."

"For me!? You killed those innocent people for me!?"

"Of course. Don't you see, Tadase?" Ikuto bent his face down, closing his eyes and pressing his lips on Tadase's. The blond was too shocked to pull away. Ikuto eventually pulled back, studying Tadase's expression with his normal, calm expression.

"They would be against it. Every single one of them. I want you. Nothing can stop me now."

Tadase froze, terror and confusion twisting around in his stomach as he tried to come to terms with what Ikuto had whispered. And then those lips were on his again, and he simply couldn't resist the temptation.

Darkness had swallowed him, and Tadase embraced it.



06. Months.

Tadase grinned; the bell that echoed through the halls sent the students crazy. He laughed along with them as the entire student population, with all their belongings already set to go, rushed out of the school for their long overdue two month vacation. And thank god, because he needed it. As he rushed out of the school, he caught sight of Ikuto waiting for him.

With the huge smile still plastered on his face, Tadase bounced down the pavement towards the older boy. And of course Tadase glomped him, much to Ikuto's chagrin. Ikuto rolled his eyes at his affection and grabbed Tadase by the hand, pulling him down the street away from the school.

Tadase didn't really care that he was missing the final guardian meeting of the year in order to go out with the enemy. They were happy- he hadn't missed Ikuto's small smile- and that's what mattered. Now they had two whole months to do whatever they wanted. And they'd be together. And just that thought was enough to further elevate Tadase's happiness as he grabbed the older boy by the shoulder and planted a small peck on his lips.

There was so much they could do: so many places they could visit, so many games they could play. Tadase grinned up at his boyfriend getting a small sigh in return.

"I always forget how giddy summer makes you."

"Summer! Aren't you happy?!"

"If you are, I am."

"What do you want to do first?"

Ikuto only smirked down at the boy and licked his lips, not missing the small blush that crept its way onto Tadase's face.

"O-oh. That."

"Yes. That."

07. Years.

"It's been awhile."

"It has."

The two paused, navy eyes meeting crimson ones.

"You're looking well. How has life been treating you?"

"Decently."

"That's good to hear."

Silence.

"Tadase."

"Hm?"

"After all these years, that's all you can say?"

"I suppose."



Silence.

"If that's the case, then, perhaps we shouldn't have met. Here I was, thinking what we used to have was special. I said I'd wait. You said you'd come back. You didn't."

"I got sidetracked..."

"But what?"

"My job..."

"Tadase. Bullshit."

"I know."

"Why didn't you come back?"

Silence.

"If it's not important to you, then I'm leaving."

Still silence. Ikuto turned to leave, only to feel Tadase's hand grab his wrist.

"Yes?"

"Don't leave."

"Why won't you answer my question?"

"Don't leave me."

"I won't if you'll answer. Do you need me to repeat it?"

"... No."

"Then your answer...?"

"I'm not really sure. I think... I think I was just scared..."

"Scared."

"Yes."

"Of what?"

"You."

"Why?"

"That's what I'm not sure about..."

"Tadase. You love me, don't you?"

"Yes."

"And you know I love you."

"Yes."


"And yet you ran away from me for over 8 years."

"Yes."

"Because you were scared of me? Tadase."

"I'm sorry."

"You should be. Do you know how much lost time we have to make up for?"

Tadase looked up from the ground, and blinked. "You...?"

"I said I'd wait. I meant it."

Tadase nodded, resting his head on Ikuto's shoulder as Ikuto wrapped him in an embrace.

"No more running?"

"No more running."

"Good. Now. Would you rather make up for lost time at my house or your hotel room?"

08. Dawn.

The light peeked in through the blinds, crawling slowing across the floor minute by minute as the sun rose higher and higher in the sky. It eventually began to creep up the bed and over the sheets, finally hitting a sleeping Tadase and causing him to stir. The blond blinked and groaned. There was something about morning that just wasn't worth it. With a sigh, he flopped over to glance at the alarm clock. It was only 7. He frowned for a moment before a glorious, life-saving realization echoed through his brain. His frown instantly lighted into a huge smile and he sleepily collapsed back onto the bed, nuzzling his head into the pillow.

Saturdays were the best, no joke. He yawned, doing his best to ignore the prying light that was out to get him. And then another thought echoed through his mind. Ikuto had spent the night. Where was he? And then came Tadase's early morning judgment. Was getting up to check to see what Ikuto was doing worth giving up sleep? Of course not.

Tadase fell back onto the bed for the second time that morning and was out before he could consider anything else.

Ikuto had been watching him the whole time from the doorway, stirring his coffee casually and internally smirking as he watched his boyfriend go through his usual Saturday morning confusion. It was always the same pattern; Ikuto had always found it amusing. He wasn't sure if Tadase meant to be so adorable or if it was completely an accident. Whatever the case, Ikuto couldn't resist. He'd been up since dawn, watching. Perhaps it was a little stalkerish, but Ikuto didn't care.

Tadase was his, and it was going to stay that way. Ikuto smiled, now hovering above the sleeping male. He slowly ran his fingers over Tadase's face, taking a deep breath and letting the sensation running through his fingers relax him.

Tadase might not think getting up at dawn was worth it, but Ikuto knew otherwise.

09. Dusk.

He stood on his balcony overlooking the see, the long black cape waving in the wind behind him as he stood, waiting. It was said that, during the very last few seconds before the sun vanished behind the earth, a green flash would shoot up above the water.



Ikuto waited patiently for the flash. He had stood in the same spot every night for weeks now, waiting for the flash. It was a rare sight, he had also been told. But he would wait for as long as it took, for the green flash signaled a soul returning from the dead to this world. That fascinated him, so he continuously stood outside in the dusk, waiting. He waited for a soul. Perhaps it was a ridiculous pastime, but Ikuto found it necessary. He stood and he waited.

And the night he finally saw the green flash, he immediately felt chills. Goosebumps perked up along the back of his neck, his skin began to crawl. He could feel the chilling presence, but did he want to know what it was? Did he truly want to know what had occurred?

And then the hand was on his shoulder. His eyes darted down to the hand and he didn't even try to hide his shiver. It was translucent, a dark gray outline surrounding the murky gas that seemed contained in the form of a hand. His hand. Ikuto could tell by the dark black mark on the side that was the same shape as one of Tadase's scars. How could he forget that scar?

He had summoned his dead lover back from the grave in order to find his murderer. But had that been the best decision? Ikuto spun around. A quick intake of breath, startle, shock, then Ikuto was sick to his stomach, violently heaving. And both the hands were on his shoulders, massaging soothingly.

"T-Tadase...? What... what the hell!?"

The ghost didn't respond. The only color on his body other than the eerie shades of gray was Tadase's tears. The color leaked down from his eyes, grazing over his translucent cheeks and splattering against the balcony marble floor. The liquid splattered as it hit, Ikuto frowning as he fingered it, realizing it was blood. His dead lover was crying blood. Ikuto glanced up, horrified.

"Tadase..."

And then the ghost shivered, sobbed. Fell to his knees and quivered.

You shouldn't have called me.

"How could I not!? I love you!"

Don't say that. Not now. Please. Please forgive me.

"Tadase, tell me what's wrong. Tell me now!"

Forgive me. Forgive me.

"I forgive you! Christ, you haven't even done anything-"

Ikuto immediately froze, staring at the sobbing ghost. He had risen, pulling a sword from a sheath Ikuto had failed to see. Or had it been there before, at all? Where had it come from? Tadase took one step forward, Ikuto took one step back. They danced until Ikuto ran into the railing of the balcony. He had no where left to run.

Tadase fingered the sword; the tears that had run down his face had dried, leaving a cake of blood over Tadase's pale, gray face. Those eyes went from pure love and sorrow to deepest hate in a moment.

Forgive me. Forgive me.

The sword impaled Ikuto straight through his chest. Then it twisted, turning Ikuto's heart along with it and causing the man to cry out in pain. Then the sword vanished and Ikuto sagged to the floor in a bloody heap. Tadase bent down, tilting Ikuto's face up to look him in the eye.

The sadness embedded in that expression sent a cold feeling of dread into Ikuto's stomach, regardless of the tremendous pain he was in.



"T-Tadase?"

The ghost only shook his head sadly, pulling his hand away and drifting to the balcony, sitting on the edge and watching Ikuto watch him watch Ikuto die. It... it sort of hurt the caped man that the ghost wasn't trying to help. In fact, he looked down right depressed, as if he was wallowing in his own self pity at the moment.

Ikuto, death creeping is cold blanket slowly over his body, tried to think through the things he has researched about bringing people back to life. Maybe there was something he had missed? Maybe that something had been important? He glanced at the ghost, and allowed a small smile to appear on his lips as he breathed his last breath. Maybe they could finally be together again.

And only later, once Ikuto had been dead for what seemed to only be a few years but was hundreds of decades on Earth, after scourging both heaven and hell searching for his love, did Ikuto find the same book in one of the libraries that he used back in his hometown to research the green glow and the connection between death and light.

As he read the pages, his heart shattered. The librarian on Earth had warned him, he remembered as he ran his pages over the loose binding on the book, that messing with death was futile and could lead to unfathomable consequences. Yet it had never mentioned that these consequences would not affect him, but the one he was trying to save.

For the last hundreds of decades, instead of being dead and enjoying the pleasures of heaven, Tadase had been wandering the world, unable to communicate with anyone besides himself, unable to drink to quench his thirst, unable to touch to satisfy his desire, unable to eat to end his cravings. Tadase was not dead, but he was not alive. He was stuck in the middle, as Ikuto's meddling had imprinted his soul in not the Book of Life but neither in the Book of Death; Tadase's soul was in the passage between the two books, sealing his fate forever.

Ikuto searched for an answer. But there was simply none. He searched for the passage between the two books, but he could never find it. There was no way to save his love, but he couldn't give up hope that someday, maybe somewhere someone would know the answer. He just had to keep searching for as long as it took.

Ikuto had sealed Tadase in hell and created hell for himself.

10. Past.

Dear Diary,

Today was a gud day. I playd outside with onii-tan in the gardun and we had lotsa fun expect Utau was being a big meanie head and onii-tan didnt play wit me wen she was there and I dont no why but mommy made sum pancakes today. I like them and they had sum chaw-co-late chips in them and I said onii-tan do you like chaw-co-late and he said he did so maybe I will get him sum chaw-co-late for his birfday or for val-en-tines day. Mommy will help me make him some pancakes becuse it looked hard to do wen we watched her cook them.

And you no what else? I did sum art today in skewl and showed onii-tan and he said it was gud and I was happy becuse onii-tan sumtimes doz not like my presents but I always try my best becuse I want to give him gud stuff. I drew him a pic-tur of me and him at the swings an' he was pushin me and we were both so happy and you no what, diary I think we're gonna be fwends forevers becuse onii-tan is my onii-tan and he'd never go anywhere and I love him very much and he said he was gunna hang up my pic-tur wen he gots home becuse I did a gud job, he said so! He laffed at me becuse I gav him kitty-kat ears but you no I think that kitty-kat ears look gud on onii-tan. He is a kitty-kat they go mew mew onii-tan said so and I saw one at the store with mommy but she said no kitties and I said why and she said that daddy was a-ler-gick to kitties and I was sad so maybe when I grows up and is a big man like daddy I will have a kitty just for me becuse they are so cute and go meow meow.

Okay that is all I gotta say for now I hope I get a kitty-kat for my birfday!

Tadase


11. Present.

It used to be just Ikuto and Tadase. They were inseparable best friends regardless of their age difference. And then along came the girl. The girl that managed to split their friendship and make them bitter enemies.

Amu. She took Tadase's attention first when she arrived at his school with her three eggs. And gradually, she became more than just a friend. She became Tadase's first major crush.

Ikuto sensed this. He had become jealous and frustrated, determined to win Amu to prove to the little kiddie king that she wasn't worthy of his first crush. Or something like that- something that made sense in his head. Something that justified his actions.

And eventually, both boys convinced themselves they had never been friends. That they didn't get along. That they were on opposite sides and always had been, regardless of their childhood which was nothing but simple youthful idiocy.

Whenever their eyes met, both instantly narrowed their gazes into hard glare. No longer did they listen, now they fought. And the worst part was Amu had become their argument. By winning the girl, they could win the fight. But neither was really sure what the fight was about in the first place- they simply claimed they were fighting because the other was a bad choice for Amu, when in all actuality Amu simply had small crushes on both of them and wasn't ready for the situation the boys were unknowingly pulling her into.

At that's where they were currently. They were fighting over their feelings- feelings that were actually for each other- by masking them with apparent affection for the pink-haired girl who simply wanted nothing other than a boy who liked her, not loved her. Amu wasn't ready for what the two boys kept throwing at her and their blunt confessions and constant tug-of-war with her as the rope.

They would both agree, separately, of course, that, simply put, the present really was a bitch.

12. Future.

"What the hell is that for?"

"It's a sled!"

"I can tell. You don't think I'm sledding outside in this weather, do you?"

"But Ikuto..."

"No whining. Plus it's warm here in front of the fire. I'm not leaving."

"... Please?"

"For me...?"

"Fine. Once. And then we come back inside to the warmth."

"Okay!"

"See?"

"That hill?"



"Yeah!"

"That one? It's a long walk up. That takes time."

"No way. Think of it this way, you know- time travel!"

"Time Travel."

"Yeah!"

"Do explain."

"Well, I'll show you. Give me your watch."

"Fine. And what does that do?"

"You'll see. Let me work my magic time traveling powers."

"You're a dork."

"Shut up. Let's go."

"After this, you're giving me a massage."

"Fine. Whiny cat."

"Hmph."

"Tadase, we've gone down this hill four times. I agreed to do it once."

"That's because you love me four times as much as you thought."

"I suppose. Whatever makes you happy. But I want heat. It's cold."

"Pansy."

"Give me my watch back."

"I can prove to you we are in the future now!"

"Oh?"

"See! This clock says it's 3! When we left, it was only 2! Therefore, we are in the future."

"Tadase..."

"Hm?"

"That's called time, love. Time."

"Yes. We traveled through it into the future."

"No, we didn't."

"Did so. And we are right now, too."



"... You know, can we take this argument inside? It's cold..."

"Fine. But when we're inside, we'll be in the future"

"Put your hands down and don't ever make retarded hand motions like that ever again."

"You're no fun."

"Hm. I beg to differ."

"Pervert."

"I didn't even say anything."

"But I could hear it!"

"My thoughts?"

"Yes!"

"How?"

"We're the in future. I have mind-reading powers now."

"Oh. Right. I forgot about that, silly me. So can you predict what I'm thinking right now?"

"Um... you want to have sex with me?"

"Ah, close, but no."

"Really?"

"Yeah."

"So, um, what were you thinking about?"

"How much of a total dork you are."

"Oh, um, thanks."

"Yes. Now I want that massage you promised me."

"Alright. Lie down."

"And after, in the future, you know what I want?"

"What?"

"To have sex with you."

I HOPE YOU ENJOYED!! 8D

If you have yet to notice, I am a strong supporter of Shugo Chara crack. HECK YEAH. xDDD Review please. Feel free to (1) Tell me how gross yaoi is (2) Preach about Amu being with only Ikuto/Tadase (3) Tell me how much I suck or (4) TELL ME YAOI IS AWESOME! xD