This is just a teaser.
A/N: I am not dead! I wanted to apologize to those that actually are awaiting updates on my work. Life has suddenly become rather crazy and if anyone possesses any of the following I could ensure that more story for "Tying the Knot", "Speak", and "Acceleration" would be updated with great swiftness:
1) More brain space
2) Money, so I can eat.
3) A job for the summer for a Field Biologists.
4) Magical potions that can recover missing/dead people.
5) Graduate research position for a biology major.
In an attempt at apology I will be posting teasers for all of my Ronin stories. I've actually been working on all of them, I just don't have time to get all of my tidbits to a reasonable posting length.
Tying the Knot
Chapter Two
Touma thought he would die of a heart attack before the night was over. Just trying to slip away from the mint green confines of his hotel had resulted in two 'cardiac episodes,' from wheedling his way out of a beer with Ryo and Shuu. He shed his jacket as he thought about their suspicious looks, and how they probably noticed that he was still a little too well dressed to be just going for a walk. They hadn't bought it during the battle either. Shuu would go off and look for Shin as soon as Touma slid the glass door shut behind him, and fortunately Shuu never found them. Lost in thought, Touma nearly died again as a cab honked at him violently for attempting to jaywalk. Spitting curses he jumped back, wondering why the hell Shuu felt it was necessary to put Shin and Seiji up in a different hotel. Shin's business card was becoming moist and crumpled in his hand, while his lips were getting drier with every block he walked.
He remember the first time he'd ever laid eyes on Shin, stuffing his hands a little deeper into his pockets and hunching his shoulders against the evening chill. Shin had been girlish; in fact Touma had thought Shin was a girl with the way he carried his weight on his hips and thighs. When he got bored, he would torment him by pointing out this fact, pinching the skin till it turned red, or, in their times of malnourishment, bruised. Eventually Seiji's cool warning looks saved Shin from Touma's cruelty. Touma shuddered at the memories from that year of teenage repression, and flushed a little with embarrassment. Just the thought of the near kiss that happened beneath the water of the lake was enough to make him nauseous. Ahead, he saw the illuminated sign of Shin's hotel.