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Summary: Teru seems to be interested in Kamijo after Kamijo broke up with Yuki. Hizaki doesn't agree and wants to seduce Teru back. Status: Complete Warning: There's lot of sex and a bit rude language..If you don't like it don't read. Author note: Hi, there... I'm so glad I'm back xD So...I thought I may post a fanfiction here~. :hamtaro-005 (44): Sorry if there are some mistakes, my engrish is not very good -w- Enjoy~! :hamtaro-005 (10): -------------------------------------------------------------------------- Chapter 1~ -Eh..uhm...K-Kamijo...Ahhnnn...said Teru with a lower voice. -What is it, Teru-kun? Kamijo got closer to Teru who was laying on his arm. -It’s just that...ngh..ahh... it’s embarassing... Teru slowly blushed. -What? Kamijo got closer to Teru, like their lips almost touched. -You...ate pizza again, didn’t you? Teru said looking at the other way. -Eh..? Kamijo’s face has turned all white and his eyes were wide opened staring at Teru. -Your breath smells. Teru giggled. -Oh, come on, Teru. Kamijo sighed and went to the other side of the couch. -What? It’s true. Teru continued smiling. -It’s not that. I was trying to be just a little more romantic. *sigh* Just try to cooperate, please. -Kamijo, you are not good at romance and you should admit it. Teru huged Kamijo just like a giant teddy bear. -Don’t “You are not romantic and you should admit it” me. At least try to realise that i’m doing this only for you. I’m trying. Kamijo sighed and rose up from the couch. He grabbed his bag and went out the door. Teru was left lonely on the couch thinking about what Kamijo said. Kamijo arrived home, shutting the door out loud. A tall, long dyed-haired man came to him. -What with these nerves in the middle of the day? Yuki asked giggling. -Just don’t say a word, Yuki. Kamijo passed as Yuki was a ghost. -What happened in the happy lover’s world? You had a fight with Teru? -Yuki, you are my brother and I always tell you everything, but please...get your pretty fucked up butt outta my business. Kamijo said in the most calm way he could. -Ouch, that was rude. Or have you forgotten that this pretty butt was the one that you once enjoyed very much? Yuki got closer to Kamijo looking at him straight into his eyes. -This is really not the moment to remind me that, Yuki. Kamijo turned as he didn’t cared. -Then when? Have you forgotten that once I was the one you used to hold and say “I love you” after we were doing it? Yuki’s voice turned serious. -Enough. Really, this is enough. Why would you remind me this everyday? -Because I still love you, Kamijo! Yuki’s voice was slowly shivering. -...Go to sleep, Yuki. Kamijo said as he hadn’t any other door to escape. -It’s 3AM! -Then go and get drunk and then find a stupid guy to have sex with and, again, get your ass outta my business! Kamijo yelled. For 3 minutes there was a dead silence which was suddenly broke by Yuki. -Kay. Well this is exactly what I’m going to do. Yuki said and went straight to the door, shutting it loud after he got out. Kamijo stayed as a stone for several minutes then he went to the bedroom. He put his bag aside and jumped in the bed with his pillow strongly hold in his arms. While... TeruxHizaki At Teru’s house several seconds after Kamijo left... Teru rose up from the couch and went to the kitchen to make some coffee. While he was pouring the coffee in cups somebody was knocking at the door. -Who’s? Teru asked. -Me. A familiar voice answered. -Me who? -Just open the door already! The voice said. -Just enter. Is open. The door opened and then slowly closed. -Then why did you let me talking outside? -You know me. Teru giggled. Here, I’m in the kitchen. The strange man opened the door. It was tall with long, blonde hair and beautiful eyes. He was wearing a cute panda-style hoodie and a pair of jeans. -Hi, Hizaki. Want some coffee? -No thanks. I had some in my way here. But hey, you usually drink coffee when you’re down. What happened? -Nothing. Teru said and went to the living room. -I know you better. So tell me what happened? Hizaki followed him and had a seat near him on the couch. -It’s nothing, seriously. -Was it Kamijo? Teru coulnd’t say any word. He couldn’t say that was not something wrong about them two. -So it really was Kamijo. The reason why you’re down. -It’s not him. Teru put the cup of coffee on the table near them. -Then who was it. You know, you shouldn’t take his side everytime. -I’m always by his side because I really love him. -But does he love you? Did he really said something like that to you? -He...tried today... but... -But...? He couldn’t right? It’s not that easy to say “I love you”. Even if I make it to be easy. -Hizaki, please don’t remind me that thing again. -“That thing”? You are saying it just like it was nothing. Don’t you feel the same feeling for me again? Hizaki got closer to Teru who was shivering. He caressed Teru’s cheek with his hand and came closer and closer and softly brushed his lips on Teru’s waiting for a reply. -Just get off. Teru pulled the blonde man back as he fell on the table. Hizaki was laying down speakless. Teru was looking at him with tearing eyes. -Hizaki, I’m so sorry.Teru burst into cry as he was hugging the blonde man tight in his shivering arms. Sorry sorry sorry. -Don’t be sorry. It’s okay, calm down. It was just me. Hizaki huged back Teru with a hand and with the other pet his soft hair. I love you, Teru. Teru rose his tearing eyes up from the ground and looked deeply in Hizaki’s eyes. He just couldn’t resist and got closer as he softly kissed his lips. Hizaki kissed back and hugged Teru tight with both hands. They parted to take a breath. -Can’t we be just like before? Hizaki asked and kissed Teru again. This time Hizaki parted Teru’s lips and put his tongue in his mouth. Teru sucked the saliva from his little pink muscle. Hizaki purred and went with his hand a bit low on his lovers back. Teru felt the touch and sucked Hizaki’s tongue faster making the blonde made sounds of pleasure. -Does it feel good? Teru whispered in Hizaki’s ear. -Nghh~, Teru, you’re still so good. Hizaki said and took Teru in his arms and went to the couch. Teru lay on his back and parted his legs as Hizaki was standing on him kissing him in french style deeper and deeper. Hizaki moved his hips as their cocks were rubbing trough the cloth and continued to kiss. He moved the kiss lower to Teru’s chin and his neck and softly bit it then licked the place. Teru moaned as he was really excited by the blonde’s actions. Hizaki moved lower to Teru’s blouse annd took it off. He continued to kiss his soft, snowy-white skin upon his nipples that were already hard. -Nobody took good care of those two? What a loss. Hizaki said and kissed Teru’s right nipple and the other nipple was tickled by Hizaki’s hand. Teru pet his blonde hair and purred. -Does it feel good, Teru? Hizaki asked. -It really is. Teru’s face turned in a cute pink. Hizaki smiled and continued to lick, then suck his nipples hard. Teru lay his head back and enjoyed the pleasure given by the blonde. Hizaki moved a bit lower to the silver haired’s tummy and kissed it. Teru’s body reacted, his abdomen muscles contracted. -Your body missed me? Hizaki said. -Ngh… ahh..y-yes…Teru said with a low and shivering voice. Hizaki continued kissing his lover’s tummy and went a bit lower near his pant’s belt. He unbuttoned his pants the pulled them off. Teru softly purred. -What is it, Teru? Hizaki asked and got closer to Teru’s lips brushing his on his lover’s. -It’s embarassing. Teru buried his head in Hizaki’s chest huging him thightly. -We did this before. Just stay relax and enjoy... like we used to. Hizaki kissed Teru and moved his hips again on the silver haired’s underwear. Their cocks were rubbing through the cloth. They both were very hard. Hizaki moved very low this time to Teru’s underwear and kissed his tights then licked them slowly. -You’re so sexy, Teru-kun. Hizaki whispered. He slowly brushed his hand on the silver haired’s underwear. -You are really hard, aren’t you? Teru nodded and bit his lower lip. -This little boy missed me as well, didn’t he? Hizaki giggled. Teru blushed deeply and hid his eyes with his shivering hands. Hizaki pulled his hoodie off. Teru touched the blonde’s snow white body, he rose up and kissed his neck. Hizaki pet Teru’s hair and kissed it. Teru moved a bit lower to the nipples. He licked around of the left nipple and caressed the other with his hand. Hizaki moaned and bit his lower lip. Teru’s saliva was all over Hizaki’s chest. He sucked all the saliva and rose his head to look Hizaki in the eyes. Hizaki cupped Teru’s cheeks in his hands and kissed him. The sound of pleasure was accompanied by the wetness sounds of the kiss. As they broke the kiss to take a breath, Teru lay on his back and Hizaki went down Teru’s body again. He slowly pulled Teru’s underwear a bit down and his cock happily greeted him. He touched it with his hand then slowly rubbed it up and down. Teru could hardly breath with every rub on his arousal. Hizaki licked Teru’s cock from the bottom to the top then he parted his lips and sucked first the top. Then he slowly went down and got half of his lover’s cock in his mouth. He continued to suck as he moved his tongue around the top in his mouth. Teru couldn’t resist and let a sound escape from his throat. Hizaki knew Teru was very satisfied and smiled. He had all of Teru’s cock in his mouth, but he still continued to suck and lick as he was playing with his balls. -H-Hizaki...ngghhh~~...Teru tried to say something but he couldn’t because of the plesurable feeling Hizaki was giving through his whole body. -Wuf? Hizaki said while still sucking. -Please...ughh... please stop...I...Imma... Teru tried to stop him by pushing his head off from that place but he couldn’t. Hizaki just stopped for a bit. -Come..? Hizaki giggled. -Uhmmm, ngh~~... yesh...Teru nodded. -Why don’t you just come, then? Come in my mouth. Hizaki went back to what he was previously doing. He continued to suck his lover’s cock while he was looking at him straight in his eyes. He was looking just like a little kitty with big eyes, enjoying licking a cup of milk. -H-Hi...nghaahhh... Teru bit his lip but he couldn’t take it anymore and filled up Hizaki’s mouth with his white essence, some of it pouring out from his corner of the mouth. Hizaki licked his lips and gulped all of the silver haired’s sperm. Teru took a deep breath and looked down at Hizaki. -Teru’s sweet. Hizaki giggled. Did it felt good? -Yes. Very good... Teru said and tried to rise up but he slipped and fell on his back. -Are you okay? Hizaki cupped Teru’s face with his hands. -Hmm, I am... I think...Teru said with a shivering voice. Hizaki gave Teru a light kiss and caressed his shoulder. -I’m here, Teru. Everything is going to be fine. I promise you. Hizaki said and hugged Teru tight in his arms. -I know. Teru hugged back and breathed hard in Hizaki’s neck. His hug went lower, almost reaching the blonde’s pants and grabbed his butt. Hizaki broke the kiss and moaned. -You wanted more...? He asked. -How can I get enough from you, Hizaki? Teru said and kissed Hizaki parting his lips and playing with his pink muscle. The blonde broke the kiss and slowly unbuttoned his pants and pulled them off together with his underwear throwing them on the floor. Teru greeted Hizaki’s arousal by rubbing it slowly with his hand. Hizaki moaned and continued to kiss Teru who was rubbing faster and faster on his cock. -It’s good, Teru... Hizaki whispered in his ear. -And it’s going to get better. Teru replied and pulled Hizaki a bit back to stay straight. He began to lick hard Hizaki’s nipples as he went with his hand a bit lower on his back right near the little hole he was looking for. Teru began to touch soflty the blonde’s sensible spot. -Nghhh~...aahhh~~...Hizaki began to moan in pleasure. -Does it feel good? Teru said and touched a bit rougher at that spot. Hizaki continued to moan in pleasure and Teru put half of his middle finger in the blonde’s ass and grabbed his ass cheek with the other hand. He pulled the finger deeper until it was all burried in his lover’s ass. -Ah, Teru-kun~~...ngh~~... Hizaki reacted and burried his hands in Teru’s long silver hair. -Is it good? Teru teased Hizaki whispering in his ear. -It is. Hizaki answered. Teru’s finger began to move everywhere in that tight place. His finger was going right and left and in and out as he was licking and sucking the excited man’s hard nipples. He slowly began to pull the second finger in and then the third. The all 3 fingers were full burried in Hizaki’s butt and began to move independently making the blonde crazily moan. -You are so wet down there, Hizaki-kun. Teru said and continued to lick Hizaki’s nipples. -Because is Teru-kun who is entering me. Hizaki giggled. Teru thrust his fingers faster and deeper. -Aghhh~~…Teru…kun…I…arghhh~~…Hizaki said with a shivering voice. -What is it Hizaki? Teru asked the blonde. -I…want yours…in me... Hizaki said blushing deeply. -You’re such a cute slut begging me like that, Hizaki-kun. Teru said and made 2 last thrusts with his fingers in Hizaki’s ass before pulling them out. Hizaki parted his legs and slowly sat down on Teru’s hard cock. -Ugh… Hizaki moaned as the top of Teru’s entered in his wet ass. He continued to go further as half of Teru’s hard cock was pulled in Hizaki’s hot body. -Ngghh~~…aahh~. Hizaki moaned and shut his eyes. -Just a bit more. Teru told him. Hizaki nodded and sat down. Now all of Teru’s dick was full buried inside the blonde’s body. -Move a bit, can you? Teru asked. Hizaki obeyed and started to move his hips back and front. The hard arousal of the silver haired man was hitting all the best spots of Hizaki making him moving his hips rougher and faster. -Ahhh~ this is soooo good. Teru said laying his head back and shutting tight his eyes. He squeezed Hizaki’s ass cheek making him moan even louder. The moans, purrs, the creaking of the couch and the wetness sounds filled up the living room. When Hizaki got a bit tired, Teru helped him by thrusting deep into him up and down. -I…lo…ve ya…T-...Te…ru-kuuunnn~~ Hizaki screamed his name after he climaxed hard on the silver haired’s tummy. After some few thrusts Teru came in the blonde man filling his ass with his white cum. Hizaki softly purred and then collapsed on the silver haired’s body. -Hizaki-kun…? Are you okay? Teru breathed hardly. -H-hai. It felt so good, Teru-kun. Hizaki nodded and kissed Teru. Teru slowly pulled off his cock outta the blonde’s tired ass. The cum was slowly dripping down Hizaki’s legs. -What…? A voice broke the silence in the room. Kamijo was starring at the two naked men on the couch. -What wants it to be? Kamijo’s voice began shivering. -K-Kamijo…Teru couldn’t explain to Kamijo what just happened. He couldn’t even explain to himself properly. -And when you think I came back for you. STUPID SLUT!! Kamijo yelled and threw the bouquet of roses he was bringing for Teru on the floor then he ran away shouting the door loud. For several second there was a dead silence in the room. -I’m sorry Hizaki. Teru broke the silence and hugged the blonde tight. -Why do you apologize for? Hizaki asked as he stood properly in his both hands. -I…don’t know why I did it. I’m sorry, Hizaki…so sorry. Teru let go of Hizaki as he rose up from the couch and put his underwear on then got the blonde’s clothes. -You may use the shower first. Teru said and gave the clothes to Hizaki. -Wanna go there together? Hizaki asked as he stood up straight coming near Teru. -Just go, Hizaki. Teru faced the other side. -Teru-kun…? Hizaki looked confused at Teru. -It was all wrong. I shouldn’t have done it. It was just a big mistake. I’m so sorry. Teru blushed and put his pants on, buttoning them. -What? Teru-kun, I don’t understand. It was all good…until…Hizaki couldn’t say another word. -Please, you already made things harder than they were. Just GO. Teru’s face turned serious. Hizaki nodded and took the clothes then left for the bathroom. As Hizaki left the room Teru rose the bouquet Kamijo threw several minutes ago and took a seat on the couch. He was staring at the rose bouquet and one of a sudden he burst into cry. It was all wrong, what he did. He couldn’t even imagine he could hurt so much the person he loved so much. -------------------------------------------------------------------- I'm still working at the rest, but I'll be posting soon ^^ Please leave a comment if you liked it~ Here is the continuation: http://www.yaoiotaku.com/forums/threads/11036-versailles-fanfic-part-2-kamijo-x-yuki

Summary: Marcus Chase, a handsome man is casually roaming the streets of Tokyo when it's rumored that a new mythical creature or human hybrid was blowing up the supernatural and folk lore of Japan and across the web. What will happen? Status: Discontinued Writer Comments: This is not fully a BL fan fic. It has hetro sexual scenes in it. It may be too graphic for young eyes to read. Might get too in depth over sex scenes when they come. Excuse names, most are fiction names.

Summary: Arthur's mental stability can't handle this; let alone trust Alfred. Will he learn to completely trust him though before time is up? What will America do to make England trust him completely?

Summary: Thomas always thought Aadeel was out of his league until a New Year's party when Aadeel slips on Thomas's bed and their story begins. Status: Discontinued I guess this all started late summer during the house party of one my neighbors, the Joseph’s. I was fairly buzzed and my best friend Keely was already at her limit for drinking so I decided it was time for me to walk her home so I told her to stay put and I would go get her purse from where she had sat it down in one of the rooms. To my chagrin that room was already occupied, the most popular guy in my school was making out with this girl from my algebra 2 class from last semester, Dorothy I think that was her name. His name was...Thomas’s voice trails off at this point. It took him a moment to speak again. He cleared his throat. His name was Aadeel. He did that with a lot of people. He had all the girls in school begging on their knees for him to notice them and never failed to pick at least one and rarely picked the same girl twice. He even had pull at our rival schools. He wasn’t a jock. The only thing that he had going for him was his unbelievably good looks and his parent’s money which bought him all of those name brand clothes he wore not to mention the girls were willing to buy anything for him. All he had to do was give one look and he never failed to get what he wanted. So like I was saying he was making out with dear old Dorothy and they were going at it really hard...well she was desperately trying but as soon as I walked door his dark eyes focused on me and he followed my movements around the room as searched through the pile of everybody’s things. Dorothy didn’t seem to notice. But he did and his eyes were sort of drawing me in and I felt myself beginning to walk towards the bed. A few seconds had gone by before I realized what I was doing. I shook my head and went back to doing what I’d came in there because his staring had caused a strange feeling in my gut and I quickly grabbed Keely’s purse and got out of there. I found Keely and took her home. Even when I closed my eyes that night I still saw his eyes staring back at me. This guy had a strange magnetism and wondered what he would have done if I would have crawled on the bed with them. Hell, what would I have done? Hello my name is Thomas I will be joining you? That had to be the most bull shit thought that I’d ever had.

*Warning - Smut* When you go to a pub you play to have a few pints, meet up with friends, talk it up and have a good evening. Unfortunately, over the years, things evolve. Now this was considered a club. Well, whatever it was considered though, some gentleman just want a enjoyable evening. Right. 10:26 P.M. "Hey! Stop throwing shit at me!" Arthur complained, fingering out the liquid of whatever was thrown into his hair, probably beer. He sneered, looking annoyed at the blonde now hanging over him, the oder of a lush covering his usual hamburger and fries scent. The bile rose in his throat from the vile smell and he pushed the man off, flushing from the idiocy of his ex colony, and the fact that not only was the American drunk, but he was too. Alfred busted into giggle fits not even noticing the annoying tone ring from his mobile. Standing, the Briton ordered an Ale and chugged it, not giving a damn about anything at the moment. He wanted to leave this damn place, and more importantly, get away from this American embarrassment. Only a few of the invite guests had shown up to the little get together, but all in all it was nice. Francis and Mathew had shown up, disappearing here and there but never the less stay around with Alfred and Arthur most of the time. Fortunately, Ivan was with Yao only able to drop by and say hello for a short while. After they had left, Mathew disappeared into the crowd. When Francis had found him again, he was stoned out of his mind. Currently he was eating out of some oddly colored bag snack left on a random table laughing at the American on the floor for no particular reason. Arthur scoffed, puzzled at how he'd managed to know them, and more importantly, when the hell the two of them had turned into such people. If anything when they found out later where they both were, they would rethink getting so out of it in public. Turning, the Briton went to leave the horrid place, no longer entertained by the music, lights, alcohol or people he'd come with sighing with a growing problem start to erupt within him. He knew and somehow always forgot when it was already too late, but when he got drunk everything not only got lose, but he became needy. Desperate for the grind, sweat and pleasure that only came with that sinful act. 11:45 P.M. The slam of the back door to the club was loud, but not loud enough to break the attention of the public or staff, shuffling out into the alley and away from the would be questioning looks. Fingers intertwined with short shagged out hair, pulling roughly and desperately for closer contact. Arthur drove his wet organ down deeper into the French man's mouth, earning a honest moan from the other, enjoying every moment he was sharing with the ex pirate. He couldn't help the smiles that came over him liking the fact that he was literally being attacked by the horny Briton. Luckily, Francis hadn't smoked or drank anything that evening, other than his usual case of wine or two, he was completely fine making this time he had with Arthur more memorable. The Briton had been dating the American for a while now but it seemed Arthur needed someone else, someone new tonight. Even if it just was for the evening the blonde didn't mind. He always had an attraction for the limey so there again, he didn't mind pleasing Arthur. Impatient, the Briton ripped up at the thin fabric of the other's tee, digits roaming over the exposed skin his mouth sucking lightly at the tender neck with already forming bruises. His jeans matched those of the French man's, his hips grinding against the others giving away so easily that he was ready and no in the mood for games. The more Francis thought about it, he really wanted the ex pirate to be happy but he really didn't want to be used. Every time something happened bad between the dating couple, Arthur would usually always go to the French man to give him advise or just to lend an ear so the Briton could cry his heart out after a long time of venting for an hour, drinking, being pissed, having rough sex and smoking until he could think straight. Even so, Arthur was good hearted when he wasn't being selfish. Strong arms wrapped around the others frame, Arthur slamming Francis back into the wall, ripping away at the trousers on his victim, wasting what so ever to randomly lick and nip at the skin. The French man arched up needy for the touch, feeling callused fingers thumb over the head of his member. He gasped, over come with the hot and bothersome sensations the other had. Even though he was exposed, the blonde watched as Arthur kneeled down continuing to thumb and fool around with the organ before engulfing the French's manhood vigorously. More hot moans escaped the the two, a hand was raised to Francis's mouth, trying to suppress his own passionate moans. Looking up, Arthur quickened his pace, emerald eyes locked to sea blue onces, enjoying every moment of being dominate to the man whom had picked on him for so long over the years. He hummed softly, the vibrations spilling over the edge, pulling away quickly, but not quick enough, the warmth of the French man flew on to the Briton's features and equally onto the concrete below them. Arthur wiped away quickly the sticky substance with an amused snort, His voice dropped down to a low lustful whisper his British accent lacing it perfectly sending shivers down the others spine, "Wanker.." Arthur positioned himself up against Francis, moaning the the heat just from the touch of the others skin against his throbbing member, he sighed, pushing in and watching the other's eyes widen in suspense. Being turned around to face the brick wall, the blonde could only cling to it and enjoy what was given. He'd get the Briton back one day but only for today would he let the shagged blonde dominate him from behind. Arthur grunted, his breathes quickening at the site and feelings. He had to admit, Francis was attractive but he wouldn't date him. The two of them dated a long time ago so now it was just like old times, minus the fact that Arthur was now topping. Memories of the two of them filling the Briton's head, working him up further pushing him to go faster and harder into the other, more moans filling the air of where they still stood. Reaching up, one hand covered the French mans mouth, the other tugging at his hair so tight you could consider it abuse. The loud moan was muffled, Arthur letting out a long lusty sigh, hitting the high of his orgasm. Releasing the blonde hair from his clutches, The emerald eyed man stepped back, tucking away his manhood and leaning against the wall panting, wiping the sweat away from his brows and off his face and neck. "Sorry." He chuckled, seeing some remains of the white substance on the French man's arse. Reaching down to retrieve his garments, Francis redressed himself and nodded, "It's alright. Thanks." He casually smiled, walking back into the club to retrieve both boys from up off of the floor. Wishing he could join them, Arthur sighed, shrugging at the suddenly awkward feelings within himself, treading down to his flat thankful that it was close. Sighing he thought of the very scene he'd just left, thinking in his mind all over again of the two of them. "Eh.. Fuck it." He laughed, for no particular reason and pulled a fag from his pocket, lighting it and enjoying the smoke as it filled his lungs feeling a pounding headache start to roll into his system. What a night.

Summary: They are lovers and they are together alone all night for the first time... But what if there are even some unpleasant feelings? And what about Mao's curious brother? Status: Complete Author Note: Hi I'm not sure, which category is for this ok, so I hope here it's fine Beta reader: Maya-hayashi @ livejournal.com Enjoy and comments please ------------------------------------- It could be a nice evening with his boyfriend. If he hadn’t been so nervous. Yes, it could be the nice evening. It will be the nice evening. But Mao was nervous. This evening – and night – Mao will be alone in his house. His parents need visit some people they know, and Aniki will be away for few days somewhere with his friends. So… It’s a good occasion to invite his boyfriend, right? Maybe there was no reason for nervousness, but… This will be for the first time when he will be alone with Dai-chan all night. Until now, there were just some evening dates with him and some kisses and… But this night promising something more… And Mao was just nervous. He was nearly scared, when he was absorbed his thoughts. And now here is it, the bell ringing which telling him that Daisuke came. Short hug and sweet kiss somewhere in front of doors, and Dai’s happy face, when he saw his beloved. Mao’s face shined with smile too, he couldn’t resist. Dai-chan brought some chips and movie. “Harry Potter?” Mao raised eyebrows, when he saw the title. “I haven't seen it yet,” Dai shrugged, “But if you don’t want watch this, we can choose something else…” “No, it’s ok,” Mao smiled and took the DVD from Dai’s hand, going into room with TV. … It was a really pleasant feeling, watching the movie with the beloved person. Dai-chan looked little tired and he laid his head on Mao’s lap. Mao’s fingers gently played with his hair. In fact, Mao didn’t really watched the movie; he was concentrated on Dai-chan. His soft hair. Smooth skin on the face. Pleasant feelings. … Movie didn’t end yet, but no one paid attention for it already. They were kissing and caressing each other. Gentle kisses, passionate kisses, loving kisses, touches full of desire. “Dai-chan,” whimpered Mao. “Hm?” Dai was little busy with kissing Mao’s neck. “This is like in heaven.” Mao’s voice was little shaky. Daisuke smiled. “Do you think so?” Mao just nodded. Every second with beloved person is like heaven. Yes, their intimate paradise. Full of pleasure. Suddenly, there was some unexpected sound, like keys opening the front door… Both men froze in the middle of move. Someone is going home? But who? And why? They should be alone all night! But there is really someone, who opened the front door and entered to the house… Mao and Dai quickly rebounded from each other. Mao speedily tried to turn up buttons of his shirt, but his fingers were shaking in shock. Daisuke quickly helped him. And so they sat side by side, pretending they were still watching the movie, tried to calm down the fast breathing, trying to pretend everything is normal, everything is ok, pretend that there weren’t almost caught. Few seconds after, Mao’s brother poked his face into doors. “Good evening, Mao! Oh, Daisuke, you are here too. Good evening,” Mao’s brother grinned. “I’m sorry that I disturb you… In this interesting movie… I just forgot something here. I’ll immediately go back to my friends.” Aniki’s expression on his face was unreadable. Maybe amused, maybe… Who knows. He disappeared from room and Dai with Mao could hear him moving in the house and, at the end, shutting of the front door. “It looks like he checked you,” commented it Daisuke and frowned. “I’m never sure what he is thinking.” Mao answered quietly with slightly trembling voice “I think he is not sure if is really something between us, and he is just curious about it.” “It looks he doesn’t like me.” “I don’t think so. Just don’t forget I’m his beloved little brother. You are just intruder, after all.“ Mao laid his head on Dai’s shoulder. “So intruder you said?” asked Daisuke with playful smile. But, because of his brother, Mao wasn’t in mood, his nervousness was back. He just didn’t answer. … Few minutes passed. Mao was leant on Dai-chan’s shoulder, Dai’s softly caressed his hair. “Mao-chan. Is everything okay?” That question sounded weird, but Daisuke needed say something. Mao shook his head. “Sorry, I’m just in shock. He could catch us. It’s… I can’t imagine what could have happened.” Dai-chan understood that feeling, but… “I understand you. But nothing happened. So everything is ok now, right? Don’t let this break our evening, ok?” Mao nodded, but his face was still little unsure. Dai placed gently a kiss on boy’s lips. But Mao was still tense. And other man could feel it. “Is there something else what is bothering you?” asked with a warm tone of voice. “No… It’s ok.” “Really?” “Really.” Mao tried smile, but his eyes betrayed him. Dai-chan could see nervousness and maybe fear in them. “Mao… Tell me, what’s going on?” Younger man sighed and lowered his eyes. “I’m just… I’m just… Nervous,” he admitted. Daisuke gently touched Mao’s chin and he forced him to look to his eyes. “Why?” he asked softly. “Because… This evening… You… Me… I just…” Dai quietly laughed. Mao surprised looked at him with surprise. “Do you think I’m not nervous?” older man asked. “Eh?” Dai-chan smiled. “Every time when I’m not with you, I feel this nervousness. When I am thinking about our dates I’m nervous, because I’m afraid that something would happen, that something will go wrong, or that I’ll hurt you somehow… I’m afraid…” Mao looked at him in disbelief. Dai smiled. “But…” he continued, “every time I’m with you, all these feared thoughts are gone. When I'm with you, I don’t need to be afraid. Because I love you and I know you are right here beside me, by my side.” “Dai-chan…” Daisuke smiled and ruffled Mao’s hair. Mao was little shocked. He had no idea that Dai-chan sees it this way. Ok, Mao was nervous for little other reasons, but… “Somehow… You reassure me.” Shy smile showed up on Mao’s face. Dai conjured on his face warm smile. He gently kissed Mao’s lips. Not fast, he didn’t need hurry. They had all night. Mao slowly melted, under the weight of sweet pleasure. “Dai-chan…” Mao whispered, “I love you.” Daisuke smiled and in answer again connected their lips together again. … At the end, it will be nice evening. Evening and night spent with the beloved person. Every kiss, every touch, pleasant feelings. They ended in Mao’s room, with locked door, just for acase. Maybe all these frightening thoughts about everything were unnecessary. Maybe… Certainly. Because, at the end, there is just passion and pleasure. And burning love. It’s pleasant the feeling.

Warning: It contains non-consensual sex and lots of blood/gore. Please read at your own risk. Status: Complete Author notes: Originally posted on Adult FanFiction on August 20, 2009. This is a Saiyuki fanfiction. ------------------------------------------------------------- Gojyo looked out of the raining window, chewing on the end of his cigarette. He could hear Goku whispering to Sanzo about his change of attitude, but he did not care—they were not the ones close to Hakkai. “We’ll find him,” Goku said, sitting down beside Gojyo. “We won’t let him stay missing.” Gojyo grunted in reply, not having anything to say. ***** Hakkai grunted as the fist collided with his stomach. He would have doubled over if it had not been for the two youkai holding him up by the arms. He looked up at the lead youkai through the fall of his dark hair and smirked at the man. The man caught his hair and yanked his head up, saying, “Keep smirking, my pet, and see what happens.” “Go to hell,” Hakkai hissed softly, green eyes flashing. The youkai snarled and backhanded Hakkai, leaving four, thin lines down Hakkai’s cheek. He licked his slender fingers of the blood he had drawn and grinned, bending down to whisper in Hakkai’s ear, “You do not want to fuck with me,” before licking the blood off of Hakkai’s cheek. Hakkai smirked, not shying away from the youkai’s touch. “No, you don’t want to fuck with me.” This earned a knee in the stomach and this time the youkai holding him let him fall to his knees. The leader proceeded to strike Hakkai in the face, breaking Hakkai’s nose in the process. He snarled wordlessly as he continued his abuse, bruising Hakkai’s face and neck. “That filthy youkai you call lover won’t want you now,” the main youkai snarled, pausing in his beating and breathing heavily. Hakkai spat out blood, wincing slightly as he did and asked, “Is that it?” “My room. Now,” the youkai snarled. “Yes, Riku,” the two cronies answered, grabbing Hakkai under the arms and lifting him to his feet. They pulled him more than helped walk out of the dingy cell and into a marble hall. Hakkai smiled slightly, taking bittersweet pleasure in that he was leaving a trail of dirt and blood on the marble floor. He blinked once as he was “escorted” into a large bedroom and thrown onto the overly big bed. Riku giggled as he shut the door after he followed all three people inside. “Do you like, my pet?” Hakkai laughed, groaning slightly at the pain that caused and said, “What did you do? Kill the owners to get such a place?” Riku snarled again and flicked his fingers once. Hakkai struggled slightly as the two youkai grabbed him roughly and chained his wrists to the bedposts, but a pain in his chest made him stop. He did not think that Riku would do anything, but he was not willing to take the chance. He felt the lead youkai climb onto the bed and straddle his lower back. “I warned you,” the youkai hissed in his ear, catching a hand in his hair and jerking his head back. Hakkai whimpered slightly as his chest muscles tightened to the position he had been forced into, thinking that goading the youkai probably had not been a good idea, but he could not seem to help himself. “Your breath…is horrible…” he gasped through clenched teeth. Riku growled and slammed Hakkai’s face into the pillows, bloodying them. He raked his long, claw-like nails down Hakkai’s back, tearing through the clothing and grazing along the skin. He jerked open Hakkai’s shirt and traced his fingers down Hakkai’s back. “You. Do. Not. Fuck. With. Me,” he snarled, accenting each word by slicing a letter into Hakkai’s back until it read: Y O U K A I He then ran his fingers through the blood and smeared all over Hakkai’s back, a wicked smile on his face. Hakkai bit down on his tongue as this was happening, eyes shut tight. He slowly let out a breath of air, slowly opening his eyes. He seemed out of breath as he lay there, head resting on the pillow. He jerked suddenly, back arching as Riku licked non-too gently over the cuts in his back. “My gods, you taste wonderful,” Riku whispered, running his tongue down Hakkai’s side. Hakkai jerked away with a grimace. He struggled to push himself to his hands and knees, but the weight of the youkai on his back prevented him from moving much. He heard Riku laugh softly, followed by the man running his cool fingers under his waistband. Hakkai’s eyes widened at that he renewed his struggles, ignoring the pain slashing through his body. “Oh, yes…struggle…it’s going to help you so much…” Riku whispered, reaching around and wrapping his hand over Hakkai through the jeans. Hakkai whimpered slightly as the youkai rubbed him through the pants. This can’t be happening…even as the thought fluttered through his mind, he knew what was to come. The youkai unsnapped the top button and slowly unzipped his pants, letting his fingers run lightly over him. He felt his body begin to respond against his will and he moaned softly. “My, my, we are big, aren’t we?” Riku whispered, lightly licking Hakkai’s ear as he ran his fingers along Hakkai’s shaft, feeling him begin to harden. Hakkai shuddered under the touch, but at the same time his hips moved forward reluctantly. He struggled suddenly when Riku lightly kissed his hip. NO! “Your body wants this so much…”Riku murmured, tightening his grip around Hakkai and moving his cool hand along it, pumping him. He smiled, enjoying the inner torment of his victim. He pressed his hips down so that Hakkai could feel how hard he was. “…but I want it even more…” Hakkai’s eyes widened and jerked forward, clawing at the pillows and blankets. He whimpered when he felt Riku return to stroking him, he whimpered against the moan that threatened to pour out of him. His back arched as he felt Riku move to rubbing his balls, rolling them between his fingers. Riku grinned as he felt the man struggle beneath him, as he felt the man’s body react to his touches. He leaned down, spreading Hakkai’s legs and forcing them to bend so that the man was doing a sort of kneel before them. He pushed Hakkai’s jeans all the way down so that the man was fully unclothed except for the tatters of shirt that hung at his wrists. Riku trailed his other hand down Hakkai’s back, caressing the wounds to flow once more. He slipped a finger over Hakkai’s ass cheeks, tracing blood over the paleness of his skin. He ran a finger down Hakkai’s crack and slipped them into Hakkai, giggling as the man jerked with a cry. Hakkai cried out softly, body tensing when he felt the invasion. He still could feel his body surging forward to a climax as Riku continued to rub him and pump him, handing tightening and loosening in a steady rhythm. He bit down on the pillow as he felt himself explode, spoiling the silk comforter. Riku laughed and stared at the pearly white substance on his hand before licking it off. “My goodness, I had no idea I was that good,” he giggled softly. Hakkai shuddered at the giggle, wanting to curl up, but Riku kept him in the same position. He shut his eyes tight, tears leaking out when he heard the unsnapping of a button followed by the slithery sound of a zipper. He whimpered when he felt Riku run a hand down his back and slip two fingers inside him, slick with blood. “My turn for fun,” Riku whispered, grabbing Hakkai’s hips and settling the tip of himself against Hakkai. Hakkai sobbed softly as he felt Riku slide between his cheeks, not entering, just moving up and down. He prayed that was all, but his prayer went unanswered when he felt Riku thrust inside him. He screamed in pain at what would have been pleasurable with Gojyo, but was unbearable with Riku. His eyes were as tight as possible and he held onto the pillows and blankets as if they would save him. His body moved forward with each thrust, each movement of Riku’s. Riku tangled a hand in Hakkai’s hair and pulled his head back sharply as he grabbed one Hakkai’s hips as he thrust in and out of the man. The man was tight and so sweet and there was enough blood to make is so much more than pleasurable. He began to force himself in deeper into Hakkai, making the black haired man scream with pain. “Yes…scream for me, my pet, scream for me!” Riku snarled, letting Hakkai’s hair and grabbing Hakkai’s hips. He dug his nails in to draw more blood and to force himself in deeper. He screamed with pleasure with each thrust as he felt himself come close to a climax. Before he could come, he removed himself and giggled once more as me moved so that he was kneeling in front of Hakkai, signaling for one of the other youkai to climb up onto the bed. Hakkai kept himself down, back end still up. He could feel Riku in front of him and another youkai behind him. He was now crying freely, wanting it all to end. He was forced onto his hands and knees by Riku and he looked up at the blood drenched member of the youkai. “Open up, my pet,” Riku hissed softly. When Hakkai did not obey, he jerked Hakkai’s head, making his mouth open. Taking his chance, Riku thrust into Hakkai’s warm mouth at the same time the other youkai thrust into Hakkai’s back end. Hakkai felt the almost choking weight of Riku in his mouth and he could not think of anything and he dared not bite down. He shuddered as he was violated from both ends. Tears leaked out from his shut eyes. Riku moaned thrusting in and out of Hakkai’s mouth, loving the wetness and warmth. He kept Hakkai’s hair in his hands as he thrust, forcing Hakkai to take it in as far as it could go. With one deep thrust, his body exploded inside Hakkai’s throat. Hakkai choked and gagged as he felt a rush of salty, sticky liquid ran down his throat. He was forced to swallow the substance because Riku was still pumping in and out of him, riding out the orgasm. He felt the other youkai come inside of him and continue to move as Riku was. Finally, the two youkai pulled out and he collapsed onto the bed, coughing up blood and semen. He could not move, even when he heard the other youkai climb up. “You two have fun with him,” Riku said with a giggle. “Then put him back in the cell.” ***** Sanzo sat in the front of the jeep, taking Hakkai's spot. He held the steering wheel loosely as he thought of what to do, something he normally could not have done, but Gojyo and Goku were silent in the back seat. He knew he had to find the human youkai for the group to get back into shape, but he did not know where to begin to look. He's Gone “Maybe they’ll know something,” Goku suggested as he looked up from the back of the jeep. He pointed at a white stone building in the distance. Sanzo merely grunted. It was definitely worth a shot. *** Hakkai laid curled in the fetal position in the corner of his cells, eyes shut tight and hands clutching his hair tightly. He shook from the pain and cold. He was so weak and so tired, but he was scared of falling asleep, not knowing what would happen if he did. He could hear movements outside of his cell, but thankfully no one entered it. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?!” Riku’s voice sounded from outside the cell, deep with anger. “W-What do you mean?” one of his crones ventured. Hakkai could hear the cringe in his voice and it made him smile a little. “You didn’t wash him when you were through!” Riku growled. Hakkai winced when he heard the lock of the cell click open and the door creak open and footsteps enter the cell. He pressed against the wall as much as he could, eyes opening slightly to see who was coming towards him. Oh no, oh no…he thought frantically as he caught the fragrance of what Riku liked to wear. He jerked when the youkai grabbed him beneath the arm, but he could not break the man’s grip. He moaned when he was pulled to his feet, body stiff from having lain there for so long on the cold stone. “Get your ass to your feet!” Riku snarled, yanking Hakkai upward and forcing the man to stand. Hakkai struggled to remain standing, wanting to collapse. They were going to force him to walk to the bath…it would be such a long walk…Tears sprang to his eyes at the thought of just walking…But he had no choice to move with Riku pushed him forward. It took all of his will not to fall as he stumbled. He managed to take a step forward despite the protestation of his muscles. As he walked in front of Riku and between the other youkai, he slowly gained strength. He looked up as he walked, not looking at his feet, and straightened up slowly, feeling the scabs break open. Riku grinned as he saw Hakkai starting to stand straighter. So the boy did have some fight left in him despite what happened the other day. He watched the blood flow anew down Hakkai’s back greedily as he followed him into the bathroom. Hakkai looked around at the porcelain lined bathroom and then he saw the large, deep tub that stood in the center of the bathroom. Things could happen in that tub and he stopped in his tracks, heart hammering against his aching chest. “What’s the matter, my pet?” Riku asked silkily, running his fingers through Hakkai’s hair and down his neck. “Don’t you like?” “It’s chinsy,” Hakkai said before he could stop himself. He winced when Riku twisted his hair and jerked his head backwards, causing him to fall to his knees which made everything ache even more. “Didn’t we talk about manners, my pet?” Riku growled, signaling for the others to leave the room. He’d handle this from now on. He pulled Hakkai roughly to his feet again by the hair and wheeled the man towards the already filled bath tub, the steam rising in swirls. Hakkai tried to dig his feet in, grabbing Riku’s hand, but he slid along the floor as easily as water on glass. He then flung out his hands to keep from being pushed into the steaming water. His dark green eyes were widened with fear and he was panting from exhaustion. “Are you going to behave, my pet?” Riku whispered, leaning close to Hakkai. “Go…to…hell…” Hakkai growled through gritted teeth, arms shaking from exertion, but he could feel his strength fast leaking away now that he was faced with something unpleasant. He heard Riku breathe in angrily and then he was forced headlong into the tub. He screamed, bubbles issuing out of his mouth, with pain and shock. His body felt like it was on fire and that the fire was leaking in through his wounds. He struggled to the surface of the water and gulped in welcome air. He saw Riku grinning over him, eyes flashing in the light. “You are turning my water red,” Riku said softly, running his fingers lightly through the water. “And your clothes are ruined now…” Hakkai could only glare at the man from his awkward position, breathing heavily. The steam whirled around him, blurring Riku’s edges slightly. The water was slowly becoming bearable, but his pants were weighing him down. He flinched when he saw Riku’s hand come toward him, but the guy merely smiled at him and ran his fingers elsewhere. He knew that the guy was toying with him, but something was telling him to trust the man…He shook himself when he felt himself becoming sleepy. Riku smiled slightly as he saw the man relaxing and he slid his hand into the water and began to unfasten Hakkai’s pants. The man barely moved as he did this, eyes halfway shut. “Feeling better, my pet?” he whispered gently, slowly slipping Hakkai’s pants off. Hakkai made an unintelligible sound, eyes rolling slightly as he looked at Riku. He could feel the pants coming off, but suddenly did not care…it seemed all right…It’s wrong! A voice shouted in his head and jerked away from Riku, staring at him in horror. “W-What…’veyoudone?!” he asked, voice growing weaker towards the end. Riku grinned wickedly, tossing the pants to the floor. “Nothing more than to make you mine,” he whispered, grabbing a soft wash cloth from the side of the tub and dipping it into the light pink colored water. Hakkai winced, back arching slightly when Riku ran the cloth gently down his chest and belly. Despite the twinge of pain, it felt so good…How could he have ever thought someone like Riku was so mean? He groaned softly when Riku cupped him through the cloth. His back arched and he grabbed the sides of the tub, hips moving upward. No! Stop him! The voice shouted again and he came to himself a little more. He tried pushing Riku away, not knowing what else to do, but Riku pushed him back against the tub, closer to the water, and continued his stroking. “God…!” he gasped as Riku rubbed him through the cloth, fingers pushing the right areas. He grabbed onto Riku when the youkai leaned closer and began to stroke harder. He clung tight to the youkai, eyes squeezed shut as he felt himself grow harder and more aroused. Deep down, he could feel himself protesting, but it felt so good…and he wanted more. “That’s right, my pet…”Riku purred, enjoying the internal debate that he could see that was going on in Hakkai. He slipped the cloth lower and began to rub Hakkai’s firm balls. “What do you want…?” Hakkai screamed inwardly, but groaned, “Fuck me…now…” Riku grinned wickedly, slipping out of his pants after pulling Hakkai off of him. He smiled again when he saw Hakkai eyeing him with want and hate as he slipped into the tub. Hakkai let himself be turned around in the tub so he was holding onto the back of the tub. He wanted to end…and for it to continue…He screamed suddenly when he felt Riku slam into him. There had been no attempt at foreplay or making sure it was a smooth entrance. He shut his eyes tightly, tears streaming out of his face. He held tightly onto the back of the tub, biting his arm to keep from screaming again. He no longer wanted it. The pain had brought him back to his senses, but he could not fight—the youkai was too strong and he had lost so much blood…He winced when he felt Riku start to move faster and deeper, aware that he regained his senses…Oh, god…let it stop… *** “What was that?” Goku whispered as the group walked down the porcelain hall. There had sounded like a scream from one of the rooms, but it was too muffled to really tell. “Master Riku owns many exotic animals,” one of the hooded and cloaked men said, leading the group into a large throne room. Goku looked at Sanzo, but Sanzo gave him the smallest of head shakes, warning him not to continue. “Please wait. We will go get Master Riku.” “They’re suspicious,” Gojyo said when the two men left. “Why are we here again?” Sanzo gave the red haired man a glare. “This is our best bet in finding Hakkai.” Gojyo did not rise to the challenge and just looked around the room. “Why would they know? He vanished miles from here.” *** Hakkai lay against the edge of the tub, now thoroughly exhausted. The red water swirled around him as he felt Riku exit the tub, but he had nothing to say or do…His back-end and hips felt as if they were torn to shreds and it took all of his concentration not to pass out from pain. “Riku, you have visitors,” a voice said from the entrance of the bathroom. “I will be there in a minute.” *** The group of three looked up when they saw a slender man in a long robe come gliding out from a door on the other side of the room. He was holding a delicate silver chain that led to another hooded and cloaked person that was moving as if injured. He sat down in the ornate throne and looked out at the group. “How may I help?” Riku asked in a soft purr. *** Hakkai sank down on one of the stairs that led up to the throne, head lowered as instructed. Like he could have seen anything anyway. The youkai had tied a silk cloth around his eyes and gagged him with another one. He leaned his head on Riku’s leg, also as instructed, letting a hand rest on top of Riku’s boot. He shut his eyes, wanting to go to sleep, but was brought awake when he heard someone familiar answer. “We are looking for a friend of ours,” the voice said. Sanzo?! “What does that have to do with me?” Riku answered coolly, lightly running a hand down the back of Hakkai’s head. Hakkai stirred slightly as he heard Gojyo answer, “Aren’t you the leader of this place? Shouldn’t you know if someone goes missing?” He wanted to shout at Gojyo that he was there, right in front of them, but something kept from doing much more than shifting to get comfortable. He struggled against the invisible spell that bound him. *** Goku watched the person at the feet of Riku. There was something strange about him; as if he did not want to be there…and he was familiar…He blinked when he saw the man’s hand fall and then he knew who the man was. He lightly grabbed Sanzo’s arm and pulled gently. “Sanzo…”he whispered, barely audible. Sanzo moved his arm slightly, showing that he was listening. “That’s Hakkai…” “Are you sure you haven’t seen a dark haired man with green eyes?” Sanzo asked, not showing he had heard Goku, but he was thinking very quickly. “Yes,” Riku answered, eyes narrowed slightly in an unreadable expression. “Thank you.” Riku nodded and stood, bringing Hakkai up with him. *** Hakkai stumbled slightly as he was forced to his feet, the meeting having ended suddenly. He stumbled again as he went down the stairs, groaning as he felt his body stretch in an unexpected way. He had lost his chance…he was going to be stuck here until he died…Then he fell, having missed the last step of the tier. Tears sprang to his eyes as he hit the porcelain floor on his side, hitting the stair. His hood fell back slightly as he hit the ground and he prayed that it was enough as he was pulled roughly to his feet. *** “Riku,” Sanzo said, voice cold. “That is our friend you just pulled to his feet.” Riku did not pause and fled, pulling Hakkai with him. He was forced to duck as a bullet whizzed past him, pushing Hakkai roughly into the wall. “No, you don’t!” Riku shouted as he felt Hakkai jerk backwards, trying to break free. He grabbed the chain and yanked roughly. Hakkai did the only thing he could: he collapsed and grabbed the chain, using all of his weight to slow Riku down. He didn’t relent, even when a boot collided with his chin. Stars flashed in front of his eyes, but he managed to hold on. He could hear footsteps running towards him and Riku. “Damn it! Get up!” He was pleased to hear a note of panic in the man’s voice, but then the man snarled and let go of the chain. He heard the sound of a gunshot followed a spray of something warm on his face. He screamed against the gag when someone grabbed him to turn him over—pain ran through his body. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry…” a voice whispered. Gojyo…he began to cry with relief and he collapsed with the feeling. Light flooded his eyes as the blindfold was removed and he Gojyo and Goku swam into view. “Gojyo…” he whispered once the gag was removed, looking up into the redhaired man’s crimson eyes before passing out from exhaustion, knowing he was safe. *** “That sadistic bastard!” Gojyo growled as he lightly ran a washcloth over Hakkai’s bruised and torn back, trying to clean it without causing Hakkai anymore pain. The letters Y-O-U-K-A-I stood out in vivid red against the bruises and bits of white skin that could be visible—there was almost no white showing. The bruises led down to his hips, which were scratched and torn, down his buttocks and thighs. He could tell that the bruises spread to Hakkai’s chest and belly—it looked as if he was wearing a skin tight leather outfit. “I can’t believe he’s not dead,” Goku said grimly, watching Gojyo and Sanzo clean Hakkai up. He had a towel in hand to dry Hakkai off so that bandages could be applied. Hakkai stirred suddenly, dark green eyes opening slightly. “Nnn…don’t…”he muttered as Gojyo began the task of cleaning Hakkai’s lower areas. “…st-st…op...” “Hakkai…it’s all right…it’s just us…”Gojyo whispered, pausing in his movements, but he had to continue to keep infection from setting in. “Stop!”Hakkai suddenly jerked and rolled off the bed because of how violent the movement was. He pulled the sheets with him and held them to his chin. He had huddled into the corner and he was shaking slightly, eyes shut tightly. “Hakkai, it’s Gojyo,” Gojyo whispered, kneeling in front of Hakkai slowly. He slowly reached out to touch Hakkai, but the man flinched from his touch. Hakkai shook his head. It was all fake…a hallucination…he was still back with-with-with Riku…He began to cry in earnest, pulling his knees up to his chest. He felt Gojyo touch him and then he the familiar scent of cigarettes engulfed him and collapsed into Gojyo’s arms…no one could fake that smell…but he could still feel everything that had been done to him: the disgusting feeling Riku’s hand on his member, the thrust of Riku, the taste of blood and semen…He clung to Gojyo, asking, muttering, “I-I-Is he…d-d-ead?” Gojyo held Hakkai to him, feeling the other man tremble. “Yes, he is,” he whispered, lightly running his hand through Hakkai’s hair. “He’s gone.”

Status: Discontinued Author Note: As fair warning, I have never even expected I would write something like this so soon. The inspiration just hit me instantly and BAM! I couldn't stop typing anymore. This is seriously impromptu. The idea of writing a fic about BabaTaiki did cross my mind in the past but I wanted to focus more on writing MisuShin so this is rather super unexpected. Disclaimer: I own nobody. Baba and Taiki belong only to themselves. This story is seriously impromptu. It's also my very first fic to write about the actors themselves. Not as MisuShin. I don't even have a title for this. LOL – written by yojichan ----------------------------------- Baba: Hey, I thought you'll be hanging out at Taki's place tonight. Taiki: No. He stood me up. We were supposed to meet with some of the guys from work. I dunno.. Baba: Are you okay? Taiki: I'm fine. I'm just a little tired. How are you? Fancy seeing you here alone in this bar. Your friends stood you up too? Baba: Nothing like that. I just thought I try to relax alone. Taiki: Hey...am I bothering you? Baba: (laughs) No! No! Not at all. It's actually great to see you. Taiki: You too. I am actually thinking about going home to visit my family and stay there for a few days...I dunno...maybe a few weeks give or take. (pauses) Baba-chan...what are you thinking? Baba: (jolts) Huh? Me? Oh nothing...I was just thinking..maybe I'd do the same. I've been hanging out with friends most of the time..all this nonstop work coming in. Not that I'm complaining. I mean I like being busy. Taiki: But you haven't made any clear plans about how to take the time off did you? Baba: (chuckles) You got me! Taiki: How long do you plan on staying in this bar? Baba: Are you going anywhere? Taiki: (smiles) No. Baba: Then keep me company then. Unless you prefer a karaoke bar? I know one somewhere close by. The owner is a good friend of mine. We won't be harassed there. Taiki: (laughs) oh no! No! No! I'm not really in the mood for rowdiness. I told you I'm tired, right? Baba: Oh yeah...sorry. I just remembered we used to sing random things and dance like idiots during breaks. Taiki: Yeah..good times. Baba: Good times! Let's make a toast to that! Taiki: Kanpai! ------- Taiki: Baba-chan...you could stay at my place, you know. Baba: (tipsy) Now why would I do that? Taiki: You're in no condition to go home. Besides you live very far from here. Baba: And you do? Taiki: Well, at least I'm still a bit sober enough to stay awake to get us a cab. Baba: (groggy) Okay. I'm sorry for the bother. Taiki: Alright, let me help you up. ---------- Baba: Ojamashimasu...nice place you got here. Taiki: Thanks. Just relax on the couch and I'll get you some water. Baba: Coffee. Taiki: No. You need sleep, man. Baba: They say coffee is good for hangovers. Taiki: Wait till morning for that at least. Baba: Don't worry..I won't puke here at your place. Taiki: I didn't think you would. I could get you a fresh shirt if you like. Baba: I'm sorry for the inconvenience. Taiki: None at all. -------- Baba: Thanks for letting me stay here last night. Taiki: No problem. More coffee? Baba: No. Now that I think about it, there has got to be another way to cure a hangover than coffee. I mean..I don't even like this stuff. Taiki: Haha! That reminded me when we were still shooting for Pure. You hated the stuff but you drank it anyways. Baba: Yeah. But I like this omelet though. Tastes good. Taiki: Taki gave me the recipe for it. I hope I didn't put too much mushrooms. Baba: No. It's fine..it's fine. I like it. This is better than coffee. Taiki: Good. Baba: Hey...I know I've mentioned this before but I know it's different when I will say it and there's just the two of us here. Taiki: What is it? Baba: (sighs) I'm really glad I got to work with you in the movie. Taiki: (smiles) Me too. It was fun. Baba: You were amazing. I've worked with other actors, most of them have become my friends. (pauses) But you're amazing. Really good. Taiki: (chuckles) I just brought you to my home to work off the hangover and you're getting all sentimental on me, Baba-chan. Baba: (laughs) Mattaku..I mean it. I really do. Taiki: Well, since we're on the subject. I'd like to say the feeling is mutual. I've been in this industry since I was a child and I've had my share of working with really talented people, surrounded by it actually. Yet one day you meet someone who makes you feel really comfortable considering the kind of roles we portrayed. Baba: Yeah. Taiki: I'm glad we met. Baba: (smiles) Me too. Taiki: So is it true? Baba: What's true? Taiki: You saying that I looked like someone you could love. Baba: I didn't know you liked reading showbiz magazines. Taiki: I don't. But one of the wardrobe staff told me about it. Baba: (grins) You want me to prove it? Taiki: (laughs) Stop joking! Forget I asked. Baba: (inhales deeply) I wasn't joking. Taiki: Ah. Baba: Like I said..do you me to prove it? Taiki: Why would I do that? Baba: Just because... Taiki: (chuckles) You're being weird, you know. Baba: I'm not the one who started this. Taiki: Well, I did so I'm ending it before it gets any weirder. Baba: This isn't the movies. We're just two guys having breakfast. Taiki: While the other guy wants to prove something the other guy isn't prepared to accept. Baba: Are you scared? Taiki: (silence) Baba: I'll take that as a yes. Taiki: Do you always take silence as a yes? Baba: Not always. They sometimes could also mean a No. Taiki: Maybe. Baba: Is this one of those times? Taiki: Maybe. Baba: Do you always talk cryptic like this? Taiki: No. I'm usually straightforward. Baba: You sound lost sometimes like you're all over the place. Taiki: That's just my personality. I can't help it. You however is very noisy. Baba: I can be. That's just my personality. I can't help it either. Taiki: You're awfully tame today though. Baba: Maybe I still feel the buzz from last night. Maybe my head still hurts. Taiki: Do you wanna stay longer here? Baba: Will you let me? Taiki: Are you gonna answer the question I asked earlier? Baba: You're still thinking about it? Taiki: A direct answer would be nice. Baba: I thought we liked speaking in codes. Taiki: No, I don't. Baba: If I kissed you now, would that prove anything? Taiki: How will this talk end up with you kissing me? Baba: Because that's exactly what I'm about to do right this very second. Taiki: Ahh..Baba-chan...mmmmpphh.. Baba: (catches breath) You understand now? Taiki: (gasps) Hmmm...what? Baba: I said...(huffs) you understand now? Taiki: Yeah..yeah...I do. (licks lips) How the hell did you learn to kiss like that? Baba: Practice. Taiki: Are you serious? Baba: I have my ways and you were quite nice to kiss so why not? Taiki: You were too. I thought I'd just follow my instincts and go with the flow. Baba: I think we pulled it off quite well. Taiki: I think we did, Baba-chan...I think we did. Baba: (grins) Would you like another round? Taiki: (aghast) Are you serious? Baba: Well...? Taiki: (smiles) Maybe. ----------------------- AFTERTALK: OMG! what do you guys think? dear lord..what possessed me to write this? LOL

Status: Discontinued Author Note: The promised surprise and possible continuation of the Misu x Shingyouji romance from my previous oneshot fanfic titled ImPure. Thank you to each and everyone who have loved and read my previous fanfics. I am deeply grateful. Lovingly dedicated to all Takumi-kun fans. The inspiration was so strong after watching Pure. I hope you will find it a pleasure to read as I had so much pleasure and excitement writing it. Before we begin to read, let us reflect on this image to set the mood. ------------------------------- rabbit8 PURENESS “Okay..what in the world is that?” Misu frowned as he looked at his young lover strangely as Shingyouji wrestled with his white fluffy costume. “I'm a bunny rabbit. I'm doing this as a favor for my boss. It's his kid's birthday party. Isn't it cute?” Idiot, you're already cute even without it. Misu smirked but he won't say it out loud. “So when do you start your rabbit gig?” Misu sat on the chair and merely observed Shingyouji who was admiring and waving at at his reflection in the mirror. “Tomorrow.” Came the response. Shingyouji proceeded to take off the costume and stuff them in the big bag along with the fluffy bunny ears and pink nose. “Alright.” Misu stood up and went to their kitchen and saw there was curry on the stove. He poured some of it in a bowl and took it to the table while Shingyouji began setting the table. This particular dinner time was special as they didn't share the same schedules. Misu being a hospital intern and Shingyouji balancing his part time job as a convenience store clerk and college taking up Phys Ed. “By the way, I have a surprise for you.” Shingyouji smiled and pulled out two tickets out of his messenger bag. “Where did you get these?” Misu looked at them surprised. “My co-worker sold me those tickets last week since he won't be able to attend it with his girlfriend due to some family matter. I thought it was so timely since the tickets have already sold out even online.” “These premiere movie tickets are for tomorrow night.” Misu stared at them. Premiere tickets to Francisco Nagoya's art film feature. He had been a fan since high school. He was quite impressed that Shingyouji managed to get tickets for this. “Yes. I figured since my rabbit gig will be in the morning and I don't have classes tomorrow. I have already informed my boss that I will take the night off for tomorrow so we could watch the movie and maybe have dinner afterwards. What do you think, Arata-san? Will you come with me?” Shingyouji looked at him with his eyes sparkling with hope. “Well, I don't see why not. It's my day off tomorrow anyway. Yeah, sure. Let's go.” Misu shrugged. “Yatta!” Shingyouji lunged forward and gave an amused Misu a tight hug. “Thank you, Arata-san. I'm so happy.” He whispered to his ear and as their eyes met, Misu gave him a light kiss on the lips but still melted the younger man. ============================== “That was a really good movie.” Misu nodded as he read the movie pamphlet. Shingyouji looked at him proudly. Actually, he didn't quite understood the film being cerebral and a bit too artsy for his taste but spending time with Arata-san was all worth it. How he wished they could spend more time like these but he knew living together was the ultimate dream he had that's come true. He should be more than happy. As they were on their way to the lobby, a familiar voice called out from behind them. “Misu-kun!” “Sagara-senpai!” Misu turned and his eyes lit up. Very pleased to see his old friend and senior. Shingyouji could only look at him in shock. What is he doing here? Why now? “I wasn't expecting I'd see you here. This is a nice surprise.” Sagara-senpai smiled as he patted his kouhai's head. Get your damn hands off him! Shingyouji's jaw was clenched. He was fighting the urge to drag Misu away from the older man but he could only clench his fists inside his coat pockets in silent frustration. “Ah...Shingyouji-kun, yes? I remember you. It's been a long time. It's good to see you.” Sagara-senpai patted him lightly on the shoulder. Shingyouji could only manage a slight bow and a forced smile. “Yes, it's been a long time, Sagara-san.” He couldn't do it. He can't risk embarassing Misu. He loved him too much. “We're going out for drinks. Would you like to join us, senpai?” Misu asked an amused Sagara who easily agreed. Shingyouji wanted to fall apart but kept his cool and nodded in agreement instead. They arrived at a relaxing yet classy bar. There weren't much patrons around and happened to be Misu's favorite as was suggested by his co-interns. A piano player onstage playing jazz music. The atmosphere was sublime. The waiter was courteous and attentive who took their orders. It had a nice air of privacy and comfort. But Shingyouji was finding it difficult to absorb the atmosphere because right before him was his beloved who is now deeply engaged in a conversation with his senior and old friend. Tonight was supposed to be just for the two of them. He could have been the one Misu would be deeply engaged in a conversation with. He could have been the only one Misu would be focusing on right now. He could have been enjoying all that attention right now. This was an evening for only the two of them. He felt oddly out of place now. He knew too well that once these two met, there was no pulling them apart. Shingyouji looked at them sadly and manage a polite smile. He considered just walking out of the bar and not looking back. Make up some lame excuse. Would Arata-san follow me? Would he leave Sagara-san to be with me? He felt his insecurities rising again at rapid speed. He reached for his cell phone and pressed for a ring tone. What the hell am I doing? But I can't stand this...I don't wanna embarrass Arata-san. The longer I stay here...I'll embarrass myself as well. “Oh, I'm sorry..I have to take this call.” Shingyouji waved slightly and stood up and walked to the corner of the bar as Misu watched in passing. The waiter arrived with their drinks and so did Shingyouji with the most apologetic face he could express. “Anou...I'm really sorry. But something's up at work. I need to leave. It was very nice meeting you again, Sagara-san...Arata-san.” Shingyouji bowed and turned to leave quickly. Misu having noticed the change of mood from Shingyouji excused himself to follow him to the door. “Where are you going? You told me that you took the day off. Now they want you to report for work?” Misu held squeezed his arm slightly to make the younger man face him. “Yeah. Well, it's rather unexpected. But it's alright. I'll see you at home, Arata-san.” Shingyouji tried to smile. Misu studied his face for a minute before releasing his hold on Shingyouji's arm. There was an unsteadiness in his tone. The smile that didn't quite reach those eyes yet continued smiling nontheless. He understood Shingyouji's work ethic and dedication to his job but why did it seem so hurried?

CHAPTER 1 – THE GIRL WITH THE WINGS I woke up, comfortably lying on a soft-cushioned bed, but with a sullen pain on my side. My eyes fluttered open and I gave out a small groan as a sign of rousing. I heard shifting movements beside me, and as my blurry vision cleared, I spotted a boy with black hair and eyes staring at me with a big, greeting smile. Beside him was a boy that looked around his age with blond hair and startlingly emerald green eyes. He was casually sitting with his legs crossed on a chair and an angry frown creasing his forehead. “W-who are you?” I asked quietly. “Do you really have to be beside her when she wakes up?” he stated grumpily. “I don’t know why you have to drag me along.” he spitefully added while tugging the neckline of his bright blue attire. The boy sighed and threw his gaze at the blonde with a scolding look on his face. “Who even asked you to come along?” he raised his voice a bit. “I didn’t drag you into anything, you came by yourself!” he told him. “Of course I’ll come along! I’m your fiancé!” I listened to their conversation with confusion. Is that blonde really a boy or a girl? Perhaps my eyes have mistaken me. Well, he does look like a girl. The boy decided to redirect his attention to me with a polite, sheepish smile. He laughed with embarrassment, scratching the back of his neck. “I’m sorry about that.” A knock drummed onto the wooden door and it creaked open, revealing a middle aged man with brown hair and brown eyes. His face looked refreshed and charming, unlike the aura that the blonde was emitting a few moments ago. He seemed more like the boy with black hair and eyes—more of what you call approachable. “Is everything alright your majesty?” I noticed that everybody else was dressed in formal clothes. They all looked aristocratic, especially the blonde guy. Looking around, I mentally guessed being in a castle. And judging by those clothes, they are nobles. His eyes landed on me and a momentary shocked expression spread across his face, which was immediately replaced by a big smile."Oh, you're awake." he said, removing his hand resting on the door knob and closing it gently. "How are you feeling? Does your wound hurt?" he walked over beside the two. "Please pardon my rudeness, I'm Conrad Weller. It's an honor of meeting you." he said. "Oh yeah! I'm Yuuri by the way!" the boy with the black hair said cheerfully. He then pointed at his fiancé. "That's Wolfram." Wolfram huffed and spitefully looked away with his arms crossed as if annoyed. "I absolutely don't get the reason why you are so friendly with everybody." he said. "Don't worry about him," Yuuri said. "He's just bad at expressing his feelings. By the way, I've been meaning to ask what your name is." he said. "I'm—" my breath was caught on my throat. My eyes went wide and it felt like my world stopped. "Is anything wrong?" Conrad asked. "Yeah." Yuuri quipped. "You don't have to be shy." "No." I spoke. "That's not it," I whispered. "Then what is it?" Yuuri inquired. Everybody on the room was staring at me curiously. "I . . ." I trailed off. "I don't know my name." Yuuri's mouth dropped and his eyes seemed to have burst out of their sockets. "I don't know who I am even." I added. "What?! You got to be kidding me!" he yelled. “Did you lose your memories?!” “That seems like it.” Conrad stated. “Pathetic.” Wolfram said. “One minute you make a heroic entrance, and the next thing, you lose your memories.” “You don’t have to be so harsh about it, Wolfram. Think of how terrible this can be to her.” he said. I racked my brain for memories of any previous event, but nothing seemed to be working. Everything's blank, like everything in my mind has been erased. "Anyway!" he curled his right hand into a fist and hammered it onto the palm of his left hand. "I'll give you a temporary name!" I looked up at him with hopeless eyes. I was frustrated, but I cannot seem to bring myself to cry—no matter how much heaviness was weighing down my heart. “Angel!” he suddenly exclaimed. “We saw you fall from the sky after fighting someone on a dragon! And you’re so cool you even had wings! That’s right your name is Angel!” “Wings . . .” I quietly repeated. Images quickly flashed into my mind. Like watching a movie, I remembered fighting a woman perched upon a dragon’s back. She was holding a ring inside her fists, I know it, while the other was holding a sword with vibrated with an evil aura. I can clearly hear the echoing wing beats and the heat of the sword I was holding. In the end, I delivered a strong blow towards the woman through my sword, but unfortunately, moments before that she managed to wound me. She was eventually reduced to ashes—the sound of her scream reverberating all throughout the sky. The ring was freed from her fingers, but because of the strong force I gave her, five of the seven jewels decorating the band were thrown off to different directions while only two of them remained. I was careful not to harm the dragon she was riding on, and it flew away almost instantly. I was fortunate enough to be able to catch the ring before it fell to the ground completely, and that’s when I lost my energy and began approaching the ground with a speed. After that, nothing. “I remember a few things before the time everything went dark. However, other than that, I got nothing.” Everybody were flashing me pitiful gazes. Noticing the way they felt towards me, I gritted my teeth and pulled myself up into sitting position. Yuuri rushed beside me and grabbed me by the arm, helping me get into the position I desired. “You should be careful. You’re wounded . . .” he trailed off. “Wounded?” I gave him a questioning look. It surely didn’t feel like it. “On your side,” he pointed out. I reached out and touched the spot where I previously felt the dull ache when I first woke up, but was now gone. I slid up the gown I was wearing and saw nothing but smooth skin. There’s no wound like he told me and from the recollection of my memories. It seemed that it healed rather quickly than anyone would’ve imagined. “But that’s . . . impossible.” “That’s strange.” Conrad rubbed his lower chin. “Gizela said you wouldn’t have healed in a few more days. It didn’t even leave behind any scars. I jumped out of bed and ran out of the door. “Hey! Come back! We don’t know if you’re all better yet! I speedily sprinted through the hall in barefoot, following all the twists and turns, wherever this path may take me to. I felt the need to do something. It wasn’t more than a few moments when I reached an open space where a small flower garden was located. I jumped over the railings and ran into the middle of the open area, twisting and looking over each direction. I do not know why, but it seems as if something is missing. I looked down at my fingers and saw the golden band wrapped around my fingers. It seemed ethereal but with five empty spots, the supposed beautiful aura was distinguished with the feeling off . . . absence. I felt like crying from too much frustration. The wind picked up and brought my hair along with it. The black strands seemed to dance along with the current. Regardless of that fact, it carried the scent of roses with it. I took a huge breath and went to see where it was coming from. “The scent of roses?” I whispered. It was comforting and was somehow familiar to me. It’s like . . . déjà vu. Without even realizing it, my feet started walking on their own. For that whole trip, I didn’t care mostly about my surroundings. I was solely focused on tracking down the source of that scent. I eventually ended up on a rose garden, full of blooming crimson red roses. I was disappointed for some reason. I was expecting someone . . . or something to be there. And when I scanned the area, I spotted a guy with long, lilac-colored hair that flowed than on the midst of his back. He has a white cape draped over him with matching attire and black boots. He was bent over and tending to the flowers, holding a pair of gardening scissors. When he realized I was there, he lifted his head up and looked at my direction. The breeze blew again, and this time, I met a pair of purple-colored eyes and ivory white skin. “Oh? You’re already awake?” he stood up. “How is your wound? His majesty, King Yuuri was worried about your condition. Falling from the sky just like that.” So that carefree boy with black hair and eyes is the king? He doesn’t look that majestic to me. “The wound’s fully healed.” I told him, and then cautiously walked towards the rose bush he just tended. “Did you . . . take care of these flowers?” I asked. “I did.” he answered with a smile. “They are beautiful, aren’t they?” “They are,” I crouched down and sniffed their petals, feeling a wave of comfort wash over me. “And they smell nice, too.” I straightened my back and stared at them, they are beautiful. But they’re lacking something. “Still,” I whispered. “There’s something wrong.” I stated. Even with their splendid beauty, it looked to me as if the flowers are . . . sad. “I don’t mean to be rude. But are you giving them the attention they deserve?” “Huh?” he looked shocked. “Well I’ve been busy about other matters regarding the kingdom’s status. Especially now, I’ve been concentrated on King Yuuri’s studies.” So that means the boy I met earlier was a king. He surely didn’t seem like it. He looked like an ordinary teenager to me. “Roses are symbol for love and devotion,” I bent down and traced the velvety petals. “Even though they cannot talk, they have their own ways of expressing their feelings. In order to properly take care of the roses, you have to be knowledgeable of their language.” I slowly leaned in and softly brushed my lips against the flower. “And even so, these kinds of roses understand completely by simple gestures.” I got up and smiled, seeing as how the look of them brightened up. “That’s amazing. You seem experienced about this kind things. I’ve been doing this for years now, and I’m still willing to improve. I’m Gunter Von Christ, by any chance. What is your name?” “Your friend Yuuri named me Angel. I don’t remember anything.” “His majesty named you?” blood suddenly trickled down from his nose. Although still, he has a dreamy look on his face. I gasped and attempted to reach out to him. He is currently having a nosebleed. “Are you okay?” With both his hands laced together in front of him, he sighed dreamily. “I could die and be born all over again if King Yuuri would name me.” I scratched my head. “Uh, yeah, sure. Good for you, I guess.” “But even so,” he started, pulling out a small handkerchief from his pocket and using it to wipe the blood off from his face. “You said something about not remembering anything? What did you mean by that?” “It looks as if I lost my memories. I remember a few things before I passed out, but other than that, all of my previous memories were gone.” “That must be hard. I can’t say I know what you feel, but if you don’t mind me asking you a question . . .” “What is it?” “You have black hair and eyes.” he rubbed his chin. “And what has got that to do with your question?” “Only the demon king or those who are in level of the demon king possesses such hair and eye color.” “I absolutely have no idea what you’re talking about. Does having these kind of color that peculiar around here? Where am I again?” “You’re in the Great Demon Kingdom’s capital. It’s obvious that you aren’t from around here, though.” “Honestly, I don’t remember coming from anywhere.” I replied. “But be that as it may,” he smiled brightly. “You’re very fortunate King Yuuri had found you. If you had fallen to another pair of hands, I’m quite certain you’ll be in a very troublesome situation right now. “Why?” “Because people had already considered superstitions and beliefs about gaining an eternal life or being healed from sickness, maybe around those lines, once you have gotten your hands on a double black.” “Such trivial reasons,” I murmured. “If gaining an eternal life meant making another person suffer for such desire, then there is no point on doing it at all.” “There you are,” I heard someone say. I dragged my gaze towards the source of the voice and found Yuuri making his way towards my direction with a big smile on his face. “We’ve been looking everywhere for you. I thought you might’ve left the castle grounds.” he stated. Conrad and Wolfram were following him closely, along with a guy clad in dark green clothes. He had a frown etched on his face, and wrinkles lined his forehead. He has his gray hair tied back in a ponytail, but left his bangs hanging on the side of his face. His blue eyes seemed disappointed, though. “Huh?” Yuuri stopped and looked around. “Don’t you think everything is a bit brighter than usual? I could’ve sworn the roses are beaming with happiness.” he stated. “Gunter, what did you do this time?” “It wasn’t anything of my doing.” Gunter told him. “I thought the reason why you are running around are much more serious.” The guy dressed in dark green clothes said. “We’re sorry if we bothered you from your work, Gwendal. Angel just ran off with unknown reasons.” “Angel?” he looked questioningly at Conrad. Conrad smiled and chuckled lightly. But Wolfram answered with his usual ‘bratty’ attitude. “It turned out that Yuuri’s precious Angel had lost her memories when she woke up. So he named her.” “There you go again,” Gwendal said with a sigh. “Why do you even have to be the one to name her?!” Wolfram yelled. “You’re such a flirt you know that!” he almost looked like he was going to eat him up, what more, pounce on him like a hungry tiger. “Hey! What are you going on about now?” “Oh, that reminds me,” Gunter said. “Why are you running around wearing only a nightgown? It’s inappropriate for a lady to walk around wearing only such clothes.” he inquired. “Let me. I’ll take care of the clothes.” A woman with long, voluminous hair and striking emerald green eyes stepped in. The first thing that I would say about her is gorgeous. She had all the curves on the right places. She was also wearing a long, black gown with a slit on the side, showing off her legs. “Mother? What are you doing here?” Wolfram asked, still preoccupied with strangling Yuuri. Wolfram’s mother? That’s not to hard to believe. They bear an eye-catching resemblance from each other. “L-let me go, Wolfram.” Yuuri choked out. To even think that he can perform such actions on a royalty. I’m surprised he isn’t in jail yet. “No! Not ever!” “I think that’s enough, Wolfram. You’re going to kill the king.” Conrad said. “I’m his fiancé! I can kill him all I want” “Wolfram! It’s truly not in your power to bestow death upon his majesty! No matter if you are jealous over insignificant matters!” Gunter ran over to their direction and tried pulling Wolfram off of Yuuri. “Come now,” Wolfram’s mother told me, advancing forward on my location and placing a friendly hand on my shoulder. I stared at her in confusion while she just flashed me a big smile. Even before I know it, she was dragging me with her. As I stumbled to catch up to her pace, I managed to catch good sight of the excited expression plastered across her face. I just have the feeling that this won’t be a good idea at all. -*- I just learned of the fact that the lady’s name was Cecilie Von Spitzweg, or Lady Celi for short. She told me when she was dressing me up in some clothes and brushing my hair up into some kind of crazy hairstyles. It was actually the first time I’ve seen how I looked like since I woke up. I hated the feeling of being unfamiliar to my very own face, although, I guess it couldn’t be helped. Gunter was right, though. I do have black hair and eyes. “Ahhh!” Yuuri screamed. “You can’t make her wear that!” he shouted, pointing at the clothes I was dressed in while cringing away. Even Conrad, Gunter and Gwendal had strange looks on their faces. Despite being talked to, I remained staring at the two boys—or there might be the slightest possibility that Wolfram is a girl—with confusion. Wolfram was strangling Yuuri to death, yet they aren’t doing anything. “Actually, Lady Celi is also Wolfram and Gwendal’s mother.” Conrad told me. “So that makes you . . .” “Half-brothers,” Conrad continued for me. I was shocked. “I have an idea!” Lady Celi exclaimed, quirking up a finger towards the ceiling. —A Few Minutes Later— I ended up being dressed in some skirt along with skin-tight corset. There was a pair of matching boots along with it and some detached sleeves that were applied like arm guards. Somehow, wearing the dress made me feel . . . like I stood out. Lady Celi wrapped a scarf around my hair as one of the finishing touches and presented me. “These are the clothes I got from one of the countries I went to during my quest of free love.” she said enthusiastically. “Just what kingdom did you get that from, mother?” Wolfram asked, his back leaned against the wall. “It suits her, don’t you think?” “That doesn’t matter. That kind of clothing is unbecoming for a lady to wear.” Gwendal quipped. “This is problematic.” Conrad said. “The clothes she wore before she passed out were completely torn to pieces.” “Anyways, I think we should ask Gizela or Anissina regarding this matter.” “What? You don’t like what I had dressed her in?” “That’s not it, Lady Cecilie. It’s just inappropriate.” Gunter answered. “But that’s the kind of thing they wear all the time!” “Did Lady Celi wind up on a gypsy town?” Yuuri asked with annoyance. “You must be reminded, mother, that you aren’t in another country, you are within the Demon Kingdom. Therefore, we must all comply with the country’s tradition.” “Oh, what a shame.” -*- I was asked to stay on the room I woke up in while Gunter volunteered to go and find clothes that I will be wearing, rather than staying on the skirt and the corset Lady Celi asked me to wear. Yuuri had to go Yuuri sat comfortably while signing a few papers piled on the side of his table. Wolfram was sitting casually on a chair with his arms crossed and Conrad remained standing with Gwendal beside him. Gwendal seemed to still be suspicious of the mysterious girl with no memories who just fell from the sky out of nowhere. They decided to take Yuuri into his office for a private talk, and to also get him to work on the papers Gwendal had checked for him. Wolfram had followed him like a lost puppy. And after some time being left alone unaccompanied, it made me feel a bit lonely. I was still trying to focus on remembering who I was it got me frustrated when nothing I did worked. Instead of trying one more time, I ended up contemplating how Yuuri became a king. He looked so very young and he isn’t the type I think would be handling the position. But still, I shouldn’t judge a person by his appearance. There is something more about that boy than meets the eye. I hate doing nothing. I hate doing nothing when I can go out and look for some clues about myself. Who am I anyway? I sighed in wonder. A knock came, snapping me out of my line of thinking. I cleared my throat and straightened my back, as I was currently sitting on the edge of the bed. “Please, come in.” I said. The door went ajar and a small girl with brown hair eyes peeked through the gap. “Hello,” she greeted, before fully entering the room. After closing the door behind her, she ran up to me and beamed. “I heard from Yuuri that we have a guest.” she cheerfully said. “I’m Greta, what’s your name?” “I’m sorry I don’t remember.” I told her sadly. “Are you Yuuri’s sister?” She giggled. “I’m his daughter.” she responded. “His daughter?” I asked in wonder. “I’m only adopted though.” she added, causing a smile to break onto my face. This place sure is weird. “You can call me Angel,” I said. “Angel? Okay!” she took her hands from behind her back, revealing a plate of cookies. “Would you like some? Effie’s sweets are delicious.” “I’d love to, thank you very much.” I advanced towards her and stretched out my hand, grabbing a cookie and taking a small bite out of it. I smiled at her appreciatively. “Thank you for sharing it with me. It’s delicious.” Greta beamed. “You can have some more if you like.” I swallowed the whole cookie and crushed it inside my mouth, reaching for another and munching on it hungrily. I just realized that I was starving. It seems as if I haven’t eaten for days. Greta laughed at my expression, and I had to smile back at her with bulging cheeks. “Hello?” there was another load of knocks that drummed on the door, and this time, Gunter came in with folded clothes at hand. “I’m sorry. I hope I’m not intruding.” “Nwo,” I said with my mouth full. When I realized how funny I was looking, I blushed and covered my mouth. I chewed on the food and swallowed it. The cookies made me a bit thirsty. “Sorry,” I chortled. “You aren’t intruding.” Gunter gave out a small chuckle before extending out his arms, offering the clothes he was carrying. “I came to give you this as you needed. They are newly sewn. It was a good thing someone expected about this situation coming in. Your sizes were only guessed, though. I hope it meets your standards.” “They’re perfect, thank you.” I responded, taking the clothes from his arms. “We’ll leave you by yourself to change. Greta, let’s wait outside.” Greta placed the plate of cookies in one of the tables and ran out of the door with Gunter trailing behind her. “I’ll be back so we can eat together!” I smiled at her. “Please do.” -*- “Is it really okay for her to stay? Don’t you think it’s a bit doubting that of all the places she fell to, she fell on the castle? And it isn’t very usual about her having black hair and eyes.” “Come on, Gwendal. Don’t be so cautious. Don’t you think it’s a coincident? Besides, if she has any bad motives, she could’ve done it before. No one can sleep for three days straight.” “You’re just saying that because she’s pretty, aren’t you!” Wolfram exclaimed. “What’s getting you so worked up, Wolfram? It isn’t the first time we accepted a stranger as guest, have we?” “But it felt as if something’s different about her, Yuuri. Don’t tell me you are taking a liking to her.” “I’m not taking anything.” Yuuri told him. “Good. Because you’re only mine. I won’t share.” “Listen to yourself, you sound like a jealous kid fighting someone over a cookie.” Conrad said, while Wolfram merely huffed over his remark. “Although if Yuuri decides to trust this girl, then I will trust her, too.” “I guess I have no choice but to comply with the king’s will,” Gwendal sighed and began to saunter back to his office. “Thank you, everyone.” “Although don’t be so certain about this, Yuuri. If she does anything suspicious, I’ll step in.” he added. “Gwendal is right.” Conrad agreed. “Hey, have you guys seen Murata? I wasn’t able to see him since this morning.” “I believe he is in Shinou’s temple.” -*- Angel “Those clothes perfectly suit you!” Greta giggled. She was referring to the clothes I was currently wearing—a long-sleeved robe that extended down, reaching the mid of my thighs and paired with some pants and boots. There was also a belt around my waist to keep it from falling. This kind of clothing was similar to the ones Conrad was wearing, although, it also blended with Yuuri’s outfit. It was gleaming with the color of jet black, as well. “Yes, I very much think it does.” Gunter agreed, rubbing is chin. “It’s a shame you have to wear a boy’s clothes though.” “That isn’t a problem. It feels comfortably anyway. Thank you,” I told them. “Good morning, everyone!” The door opened suddenly and a girl with ling pink hair tied back on a high ponytail and bright blue eyes entered. “I heard that we have a new guest. There’s also a rumor spreading that you don’t remember anything of your past.” she said. “My name is Anissina Von Karbelnikoff, it’s very nice to meet you!” “Anissina? What are you doing here?” Gunter asked. I looked between the two of them and felt a smile creep onto my face. “This castle sure is teeming with energy.” I observed. “Please let me introduce you to my new invention,” she stepped aside and a machine came to my line of view. “My brand new, Get-me-back-my-memories Machine!” I laughed nervously. “Is it really possible for me to get my memories back with those?” “Of course,” she answered confidently. “Then I guess I’ll try it.” “No, Angel! You mustn’t!” “Ah, I see, so your name is Angel, huh? Well then, please kindly step forward and let the machine do its magic!” “Okay,” I said. She slipped a helmet over my head and pressed a button, starting up the machine. “Gunter!” she pointed her forefinger at him. “I need your power!” she then spread out her fingers and referred to a cycling machine. He sighed. “Here we go again.” As he got into work, the machine began to power up and I felt the heat of the helmet around my head. I saw Greta watching closely, munching on the cookies expectantly. I took a deep breath and closed my eyes, urging my mind to compel and at least remember even a few things, even it not all. But then, after a moment, nothing happened. I opened my eyes and saw that Gunter was already tired out. His pace was eventually slowing down and sweat was trickling down his face. He was breathing hard—poor guy. The machine eventually broke down after a while and the helmet circuited, smoke curling up from the device. “There must be something wrong,” Anissina said thoughtfully. “Well then, I’ll be back!” And in one blink, she was gone. “That was pretty fast.” I muttered. I diverted my gaze and saw Gunter lying helplessly on the floor, out of breath. “Are you okay, Gunter?” “It’s nothing . . . I can’t . . . handle.” he panted. I crouched down and offered my hand to him, which he accepted. His palm was a bit rough and calloused, as I noticed. It must be from sword fighting. It’s obvious because of the weapon around his waist. I pulled him up to his feet and patted his shoulder. “Thank you for your help.” “It’s not a problem.” he took a deep breath and calmed his racing heart. “Although I’m curious. Why were you running around just this morning?” “I . . . was looking for something.” I reluctantly answered. “Looking for what?” “I don’t know,” I looked at my hands. “Something was missing and I just felt the urge to look for it.” “How can you find something when you don’t even know what you’re looking for?” “Ridiculous, isn’t it?” I said. “Irrational.” “Not at all. There are certain points on our lives when that happens.” I redirected my attention to Greta, who was happily munching another cookie. “Can you take me to King Yuuri, please? I’d like to give him my thanks for welcoming me with open arms. What he did is more than enough. Even now, I even got the privilege of having my own room.” “Of course, that’s just as expected from the benevolent King Yuuri. I’m guessing he’s on his office right now, signing a few papers. I’ll lead the way, if you want.” “Thank you very much, please do that.” I turned to Greta. “Greta, would you be fine on your own?” She nodded eagerly and munched on another cookie. We left the room and started walking down the aisle. I can’t help but voice out my thoughts though. “Is it just me? Or is Yuuri in the appropriate age of running a kingdom?” “No. King Yuuri is only fifteen years old when he started his reign as demon king. He already had reached his coming of age ceremony. Even so, he had accomplished many great things that other demon kings in the past hadn’t.” “That’s quite impressive.” I sighed. “I don’t even know how old I am.” “That’s quite simple. Judging by your looks, you must be around eighteen or so if you are a human, but being a demon, you must be around one hundred and twenty.” I scratched my cheek. “For the first time in my life, I heard something very unusual.” “Demons age slower than humans.” “I think that’s kind of tough. If you fall in love with a human, wouldn’t it be too harsh if you would watch him or her wrinkle and die?” “He’s a hundred percent boy.” My eyes widened. “Then . . . why is he . . . engaged with Yuuri?” “Getting engaged to the same sex is not that unusual to our part of the world.” “Is that so?” I laughed. “I guess that caught me off-guard.” “It seems so,” Gunter smiled. I stopped talking and so did he. The silence between us began thickening, and the only thing I could hear is the sound of our footfalls echoing through the hallway. Guards stood side by side on some doors, and even straightened their back even more when Gunter and I passed by. This castle seemed to be normal to me, other than meeting demons and a young boy king. I don’t know how to explain it, but it felt as if this happened to me before. If only I could remember something, that would be enough. “Do you mind having tea with me at the gardens?” Gunter offered. “Would that be a bother? I’m thinking that you have other things to do, like attending to King Yuuri’s studies or something. Like you said this morning.” “That won’t be a problem. His highness has entrusted our guest’s comfort under my responsibility, and as his loyal servant, I will prioritize his wishes more than anything else.” “It sounds like all of you are devoted greatly to him. He must truly be an amazing person.” “He is,” Gunter agreed. “From all the days and hours of his reign as king, not once did he approve of the Great Demon Kingdom going into battle. And despite how impossible he sounded, he managed to perform a dream into reality with remarkable strong will and perseverance.” “So he strives for peace,” I whispered. “He looks absolutely harmless and angelic. Preventing war truly suits his image. I wouldn’t be able to imagine him going to battle. He seems . . . fragile.” “The King might be fragile at first, but if he is angered, he will show his true power.” “So in other words, you’re telling me that a small rock hides a bright jewel.” “No. It’s more of like, let me see,” he paused and started thinking. “Kind, humble, and friendly, but when angered . . . it’s something that no one would ever like.” “So you’re telling me, that when Yuuri bursts he turns into a tyrant?” “Exactly.” "That is the kind of person I'm not willing to oppose." I said thoughtfully. A sigh escaped my lips. I don't even know where we are going. I was subconsciously following Gunter's footsteps, unknown of what I'm going to do. He led me out onto an open balcony and we both settled on a round table. Three maids happily stepped in and came to our service, offering to make us some tea along with some snacks. When the food arrived, I spotted Greta and eventually asked her to join in. She happily obliged and settled for some snacks. I saw a maid place another batch of cookies on the table. “Angel, this is Effie.” Greta told me. “She’s the one who baked the cookies earlier.” “Oh, really?” I politely questioned. Effie looked unbelievably young. “I must compliment your confectionaries.” I told her. “They’re very delicious.” She bowed. “Thank you so much, my lady.” “No problem,” I told her. “Call me Angel.” After leaving, I watch Greta help herself onto the snacks set on the table. That was the time the thought crossed into my mind. She must like sweets very much. I sipped my tea and brought it back down to the table. The scent of roses was wafting under my nose, giving me a sense of comfort. It somehow helped ease down my negative emotions. I was contemplating this for a whole while. But I’m still hesitating whether or not to tell them. “Is there anything bothering you, Angel?” Gunter asked with his brows raised. Worried lines creased his forehead. I was deeply thinking just a while ago. I lifted my head and flashed him a big smile to relieve him of his worries. “It’s nothing. I was just thinking of leaving.” “What? Why?” “I don’t want to take advantage of your hospitality.” I answered truthfully. He sipped his tea. “It’s not a problem, really. The castle is always full of available spaces. As his majesty said, it would be a shame not to share it with other people. Although no matter how we are abundant in spaces, Wolfram still appears to be sleeping with Yuuri on the same bed.” he whispered, rubbing his chin. “They’re sleeping on the same bed?!” I practically yelled. I managed to lower my voice, smacking my forehead in embarrassment. “I’m sorry.” I cleared my throat. Realizing I just yelled something nonsense, I regained my composure and decided to change the topic. “N-no. It’s fine. I just feel compelled to discover who I really am. I can’t stay this way forever and wait for my memories to automatically return to me. I need to do something to speed up the process in the least. It’s only I feel responsible.” “Don’t leave just yet. You’ve only been here for a short period of time. Besides, I want you to show me how you did it this morning.” “Did what?” “The roses,” he replied. “Oh, that. I don’t know, really.” “That’s a shame. I was looking forward to that.” Gunter sighed emotionally and looked a bit down. I think I just said something cruel. “Be that as it may,” I started. “I think I’ll try my best to teach it to you.” A smile lit up his whole face, causing some chills to run down my back. Can a man be that beautiful? I shook the thoughts away. “Why don’t you remember who you are?” Greta curiously asked. I smiled at her. “I lost my memories. That’s why.” I replied. “I bet that’s hard, isn’t it? Is that why you are leaving?” “Mm-hmm,” I nodded. “I guess so.” “Can’t you stay a little bit longer? So we can play?” “I won’t be leaving that soon. I just—“ Before I could finish my sentence, a loud explosion coming from some part in the castle rang in my ears. I rose from my seat in alert, thinking there could possibly be an invasion of some sort. To my confusion, Greta and Gunter remained on their seats. Nobody at all except me seemed to reacting. “What was that?” "There's no need to worry about it, rest assured." Gunter told me. "That always happens around here." Greta added. "It's Lady Anissina and her experiments." "Oh," I settled back down. "You mean that girl with the pink hair and blue eyes?" "Precisely." "She’s an inventor, I’m guessing? I bet sometimes her experiments are a failure. Nothing's is certainly perfect. I believe it will always be a part of success." "Anissina's inventions do work a few times. Some of her devices come in handy at some situations." "I see." I chuckled. -*- Later that night, I chose to sit alone outside and stare at the stars. I was playing with the ring around my middle finger, drowning in my own thoughts. I was frustrated with myself for not remembering who I am. Even so, I tried thinking of a way so that I can retrieve them back. As I quietly sat alone, I spotted Conrad and Yuuri wearing gloves on their left hands. They just emerged out of the castle into the available open space. They started to play catch, but before they did, they noticed my presence before passing and catching a ball back and forth. That is kind of familiar. I wonder if I've seen it somewhere before. I waved back at them and decided to watch them play. At first sight, I didn't think Yuuri would be royalty. It seemed impossible because of his appearance. But if lives up to what everybody says about him, then I guess he really is an amazing person. "I noticed you seem a little down," I looked up and saw Conrad standing on front of me with the same instruments at hand. "So won't you come play with us for a while?" I caught sight of the sword around his waist. "I actually have another thing in mind," I said. Conrad gave me a look of confusion, but I just smiled knowingly at him. -*- I just suddenly found myself standing with a sword clutched inside my right hand. I don't know what has gotten into me, suddenly asking Conrad to spar with me. But I guess there are some things that I have yet to rediscover about myself. "Uh, Angel, are you sure about this?" Yuuri asked, scratching the back of his head with uncertainty. "Conrad isn't called the Lion of Rutenberg for no reason. He managed to survive hundreds of wars and is currently a living legend." he informed. "He's the best skilled swordsman in the kingdom." “I think you saying that gives me more adrenalin.” I thoughtfully stated, tightening my hold around the hilt of the sword. “I hope that sword meets your standards.” he told me. “Actually, it feels very light . . .” I whispered. “It seems even lighter than normal.” “Would you like me to fetch another for you?” “No, I guess this is fine.” I then smiled. “I’m ready when you are.” The corners of his lips lifted up into a smile. “Won’t you come at me?” he asked challengingly. “If you say so,” I then attacked him. Our swords clashed. From that moment on, I felt how speedy and alert he was. He was strong, too, but I noticed he isn’t taking me seriously. Maybe it’s because he thinks I’m not that much experienced with the sword—I don’t know if I am either. I decided to put on my best efforts. My body seemed to be recognizing how to use a sword, making me wonder if I ever had done this before. I was familiar with blocking, attacking, the stances, and the proper swinging. If I am not experienced, I won’t be able to last long at the hands of this man. When he finally realized how skilled I can be with sword fighting, he started putting on more effort. My heart was beating fast inside my chest and sweat trickled down the side of my face. Conrad was very skilled like Yuuri said he would be, but he looked like he was starting to get a bit tired, too. He really isn’t called the Lion of Rutenberg for nothing. “Oh, wow.” A wondering Yuuri stated. “You’re quite good at this,” Conrad told me as he attacked and crossed swords with me. The clang of the metal vibrated in my ears and we held onto a single position, trying to push one another off balance. “You’re good, too.” “Where’d you learn how to fight like this?” He overcame my attack and I was pushed back. I decided to stay in place for a while before advancing forward once more and delivering one of my strongest blows. “What’s going on here?” I saw Gwendal on the corners of my eye standing on a distance. However, I can recall having a rule—that in fighting, you must keep your attention solely occupied by your opponent. I didn’t allow my concentration of wavering even once. “Is that Conrad?” The familiar voice of Gunter asked. There was a short pause before he decided to continue his sentence. “And Angel?” “Angel is not so very angelic, is she?” Gwendal queried. “Impossible!” Wolfram’s exclamation rang all throughout the place. “No.” I can imagine him shaking his head. “I bet Lord Weller is only holding himself back. It’s normal for him to take it easy on a girl.” “No. By the looks of it, Conrad is placing all ounce of his strength into this fight. I never thought a girl like her would be a skilled sword fighter. It was unimaginable at the first sight of her. "My, what an exciting sight to see." a feminine voice stated. That sounded like Lady Celi. "Angel! Conrad darling! Do your best!" she cheered. "Your skills are very impressive," Conrad complimented. "It feels like I haven't had this kind of exercise in a while." "I wonder if you are a female knight from another kingdom?" he grunted as I managed to overpower him. We continued swinging, attacking, and blocking. But it wasn’t any longer when my sword was thrown right out of my hand. I suddenly found the sharp top of Conrad’s glinting sword pressed against my neck. He was good, I must admit. All of a sudden, clouds flew in and covered the moon and the stars, temporarily causing darkness to loom all over the place. The next moment, the sky began swirling and a whole gaped above us. Both Conrad and I were distracted, the occurrence caught our eyes and made us stop momentarily at the middle of our fight. There was a sudden lightning that struck down from that hole, and a girl descended from the sky. She first appeared to be crouching at the ground with a gloved hand on the hilt of the sword sheathed on her waist. Next, she looked up with an intense look on her eyes, like a fire's roaring flames. She was wearing a bright blue robe with golden outline and swirls, paired with white pants and jet black boots. She was a blonde with blue eyes. A wing-like band decorated her hair, enhancing the beauty she possesses. She looked gallant, like a female warrior, and formal like nobility. She then drew her sword and stood, pointing it straight at Conrad beside me. "I have finally come, my queen!" she exclaimed. “I’ve come to your aid.” "Who is she?" Conrad asked, lowering his sword and standing in stance. Yuuri inclined his head in wonder. "What did she say?" "You mean you didn't understand her?" I asked. "Don't tell me you did?" Gwendal said. “She was speaking a completely different language.” Who was she calling a queen? And why can I even understand her? As I was lost deep in my thoughts, she charged towards our direction. It wasn’t a few seconds later when she reached our position with a battle cry. Conrad blocked her attacks with all his might, but because of only coming from a challenge with me, he seemed a little bit tired out. He has no problem holding up—this guy had long years of practice. He’s practically used to it. “No one under my watch would be able to hurt the beloved queen. I’ll put my life on the line just to protect her! Die, you ungrateful demon!” “What are you doing?” I asked angrily. She didn’t budge and eventually continued. Gwendal, Gunter, and Wolfram eventually decided to butt in. Even a few guards responded to the current situation and drew their swords from their sheaths. This girl was surrounded, yet she didn’t give up and decided to perform one of her special techniques. She jumped back cautiously, watching the guards and everyone who were pointing their swords at her. “Stop!” I yelled. She didn’t listen to what I said and held the blade of her sword close by her forehead. She closed her eyes, seeming to concentrate. Her lips began moving, as if she was muttering something only she can hear. Even before I knew it, she suddenly glowed and the wind shifted, seeming to fly in a circle around her. Seconds later, the current strengthened and felt like it was turning into a tornado. I placed my arm over my eyes, leaving only one eye half-opened to watch her actions. I was wondering what she was going to do. Everyone around me was practically being pushed away, their feet skimming against the ground. I tried to remain unaffected and planted my feet firmly to the ground, attempting to prevent myself from falling into the same fate, yet, it was inevitable. “Stop it! Stop it right now!” “What’s happening?!” someone yelled over the howling wind. The current around her exploded the moment she opened her eyes, and all people who remained standing in the vicinity, including me, were knocked off of my balance. I was lifted off from the ground and realized I was flying—and fast. My back suddenly hit something hard, and I slid down to the ground. Pain exploded to my entire body. I accidently bit my lip and blood dribbled on the corner of my mouth. I grunted. “Enough!” I pried my eyes open and discovered that the voice came from Yuuri. His hair grew longer and his eyes turned to slits. His aura changed, seeming to emit a powerful glow of power and authority. The girl stopped her actions in shock and stared at Yuuri with incredulity. Her expressions didn’t last a second, and her face automatically reverted back on their previous ones—determined, angry, hostile, wild and aggressive. She decided to ready herself and posed into a fighting stance. “Attacking us so suddenly! What are your reasons!” he yelled out, his voice ringing all over. His voice was deeper than the last time I heard him talk. I was struck with awe. The cure and friendly Yuuri obviously has turned into someone completely different. He finally fitted his title as king. The air around him appeared to have changed. Everything about him felt new. “I won’t be intimidated by the power you possess! I don’t even understand a word you’re saying. I won’t listen to one of your commands!” she shouted at him. She ran to him at a speedy pace, her hand holding her sword. Yuuri looked angered by her action. “Then so be it!” he held his hands out on either side of him and water dragons slid out. They went headfirst towards the girl as counterattack, and then wrapped themselves around her, holding her immobile completely. She screamed in frustration. I looked around and saw people lying at the ground, twitching in pain. They all have landed farther and painfully down to the ground. Gwendal had practically passed out after hitting against the wall, while Wolfram and Gunter were clinging on the last bits of their consciousness. Conrad had successfully prevented himself from ending up in the same fate for he held on to some sort of pillar. Even so, his left arm had a big gash on it and was bleeding profusely. I stood up with shaking knees. Using the wall for support, I managed to gain some balance, although unsteady. “I said stop this! Can’t you two understand the word stop?” I directed than to Yuuri, and then looked at the girl. “Stop! There is absolutely nothing wrong here! There is no need to fight!” I eventually caught both of their attention and used it to my advantage. “I repeat! There is no need to fight!” I panted, directing my word to the two of them. “It’s only a misunderstanding! You’re affecting other people around you, can’t you see that?!” “My queen,” she murmured, staring at me in shame. She looked like she understood me. The water dragons eventually disappeared and splashed on the ground like a waterfall, causing the girl to plummet back down to the ground with a scream. Everyone was hurt. Conrad was still bleeding. That girl might’ve wounded him somehow. There’s no doubt. Realizing the trouble everyone was in, I suddenly felt compelled to heal them. The extreme disappointment inside me gave me the urge to relieve them of their pain. I sort of felt responsible. Something in the back of my mind told me to try. Maybe I have something within me. I closed my eyes and urged myself to do something. I found myself concentrating on my strong will to help. The sudden gust of wind that picked up caused goosebumps to rise on my skin. I reopened my eyes and took steps forward at Gunter’s position. He was lying among some wooden barrels and he seemed wounded and hurt more than the others. His other hand was free, while the other was clinging to his sword. I took his hand in mine in an instinct, willing for him to get better and all of a sudden, a bright glow of light appeared to burst from my hands. It enveloped everything on its way, the golden rays reaching out towards the sky. Gunter’s eyes cracked open. “Divine angel,” he murmured. I was shocked myself of what was happening. The light was warm, but it drained me off of my energy bit by bit and once everything was done, I was stripped off completely of strength and collapsed to the ground. Everybody that the light had caught looked as if they were relieved and all their wounds were cured. Who knew I could do such a thing? The bloodstain and tear on the clothes of Conrad’s arm was still there, although the wound has entirely disappeared. “I’m glad everybody’s okay.” I whispered. “There is no need or reason to be angry about anything. It’s all a misunderstanding.” The girl rushed to my side, giving the impression of sincere regret. She cradled me into her arms, making it look like I was falling to my death. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you.” “No, I’m sorry. It appears that I lost my memory, so I cannot remember who I am or who you are.” She gasped and trembled after my confession. “No. It’s me, Seraphina, remember?” she held my hand in hers. Yuuri had gotten back to his original form. Conrad and the others gained their strengths and were healed from their wounds. I guess just being thrown off that strongly by a wind will really knock you off, huh? I saw Yuuri and Conrad jogging their way towards my position. “Are you okay?” Yuuri asked. “I’m a little bit tired, but I’m fine.” I told them. I looked at Seraphina. “Can’t you understand them?” I asked. “No,” she shook her head. “I’m speaking the local language of our world. It’s only one of your special abilities to understand any language available.” “No wonder. Ouch!” blood seeped out of my sleeves. So that’s how it is. I healed them of their injuries, but in return, I get all of their injuries for myself. I felt pain on all points of my body. My head felt like it was going to spin. “She’s wounded?” “I don’t think I saw that wound there before. It looks like . . .” “I see how it is.” Wolfram spoke. “She relieves us of our injuries completely, yet in return, they go to her.” Gunter was standing before me, looking worried. “I’ll go and get Gizela.” he said, then ran off. “My queen, I wish to speak their language.” Seraphina told me. “Please grant me this wish.” “Stop saying queen. It’s weird.” I breathed out, feeling weak. “Can I really do that?” The corners of her lips twisted into a smile. “Even if you lost your memories, you are still the same.” she paused. “No, forget it. You’re too drained to even perform another spell. If you do something further that would strain you, you could die. “Can somebody tell me what they’re talking about?” I saw Yuuri scratch his head on my peripheral vision. “No, I’m fine.” I said. “There is nothing worse than not being able to communicate.” I grabbed her arm. “I might as well grant that wish as long as it is on my power. I’ll do everything I can.” She closed her eyes. “No, I won’t risk it.” “Please, I want it to be over once and for all.” “Are you sure?” “I am.” I answered. “If you insist on it very much then, please hold my hand,” she told me. I did what she said and clung weakly on her fingers. “As I kneel before you, I want to ask a favor. Please grant me my wish, honorable Queen. Allow me to speak the language I seek. ” I felt a strange sensation tingling on my chest. “What should I do?” “Say yes,” I took a deep breath. “Yes,” That was when everything went black -*- My eyes fluttered open and I discovered that I was now laying on the same bed I woke up on the first time. Although it was different. More people had gathered around me. Seraphina was holding my hand like she never wanted to let go. Yuuri, Conrad, and Gunter were waiting with big usual smiles on their faces. “You have finally come to.” I heard someone huff with a hint of smile on their voice. “A queen, huh?” It was Wolfram. He was currently on one of his common position—arms crossed, back against the wall. Seraphina was knelt beside me, while Gunter was standing next to her. Greta was there too, holding Yuuri’s hand. Conrad, on the other hand, was standing casually next to Yuuri. Gwendal, however, chose to stand alone on one corner. “I don’t get what you are talking about.” I whispered. I heaved myself up into sitting position and rubbed my aching head. “You keep saying queen, but I have no clue.” A girl with green hair and green eyes was standing on the right side of the bed, opposite to Seraphina and Gunter’s position. She was holding a medical box in hand. “There is no need to worry. She’s a remarkable fast healer and the wound on her arm had closed almost completely. She’ll be fine.” she chortled. “I’m Gizela Von Christ,” she introduced. “Von Christ?” Gunter decided to speak up. “She’s my adopted daughter.” “Oh,” I said. I smiled at her. “Adopting is pretty much common around here, huh? Thank so much for taking care me, though. Everyone here, too. “I’m sorry,” I looked at Seraphina and saw tears springing up on her eyes. “This is my entire fault. If I haven’t been took reckless, you wouldn’t have to suffer this state.” “You don’t have to cry about anything.” I chuckled. “I chose to do it. So it’s not a big deal. But do tell. You seem to act like you know me. Please tell me of my identity. What did I do in the past?” Seraphina wiped off her tears and sniffed. She regained her equanimity and the look of a warrior flowed right back on her face. “You are Queen Valeriana De Von Rosellevienne. The first woman to ever ascend to the throne of Valemnia—the superior queen of all worlds, and the gifted wielder of the great Holy Sword of Cerulean. The reason why I wasn’t able to speak the demon language is that . . . we are from another world. The world of higher beings and the where everything, even life, originated from. My eyes widened. “Are you freaking serious?!” “I get a feeling the same thing will happen twice.” Seraphina said. “I was right. You didn’t change at all.” "Having someone even more powerful than Yuuri? That's absolutely absurd. It's impossible for such world to exist." "Hey, don't be so quick on jumping to conclusions Wolfram. For all I know, it was possible for the Great Demon Kingdom to exist. It surely isn't impossible for another world to revolve without our knowledge, right?" Yuuri told him. "His majesty is right," Gunter quipped. "Even without knowing, Angel—I mean, Queen Valeriana had shown off her abilities in a short period she was here." "What? You too, Gunter?" "What abilities? I haven't done anything except heal." "I'm talking about the roses." he said. "Oh? You still can't forget that?" "How can I forget such a beautiful sight?" he inquired, causing a blush to stain my cheeks. "Seeing a beautiful young maiden brush her lips lovingly against the crimson red petals of a rose is enough to make my heart flutter. You displayed natural talent, for it is obvious that the roses reacted to your gesture almost instinctively." "I guess I have to thank you for that." I sheepishly stated. Man, this guy knows how to get a lady flustered. My heart was practically racing inside my chest. To imagine those words had that great effect on me. Someone cleared their throat. "Anyways," I was pretty sure my face was red as a tomato. "I must speak up for the others and thank you for healing us, it's very noble of you to sacrifice your own comfort just to relieve us of our pain." Conrad said with another one of his smiles. "There's nothing you need to say, I'm just doing what I feel I need to do." "My, my, what do we have here?" the door swept open and a boy around Yuuri's age with the same color of the hair and eyes—except he was wearing glasses—entered the room with a miniature doll sitting on his shoulder. I watched for a while before I realized it wasn't a doll, but a living figure. "A girl with wings, huh?" the small guy on his shoulder stated. "Murata. And the Great One." "Shinou? What are you doing here?" "I've heard," he stood and placed a hand on Murata's forehead. "That we have a visitor." "Is there anything that concerns you?" Gwendal asked. "No," he answered. "It's only that a similar being came to my aid four thousand years ago. He was the one who told me I was the one needed to lead the battle against the originators—the person who encouraged me to stand up and fight. This one though, only had white wings. I’ve never heard of someone with gold.” “Similar beings came to your aid? How coincidental.” “It isn’t surprising. All three worlds are still our responsibility. Valemnia keeps tracks of different occurrences. It is possible they came to you to put everything in order. We can’t act directly on the two other worlds.” “Still. Gold wings?” Yuuri put on a thinking face. “It is because Queen Valeriana is the chosen one to sit upon the Valemnian throne. A Valemnian with simple, white wings is the trademark of royalty.” “What about you? Do you have wings?” I curiously asked. “No. Sadly, I wasn’t born with wings despite having a father as a royal and you as my cousin.” “You’re my cousin?!” “I am.” “But we look nothing alike.” I said. “I inherited my looks from my mother.” “Who’s your mothe?” “You don’t have to bother asking about her,” she told me. “She’s only one of the lower and ordinary Valemnian citizens. Nothing special.” she finished. “How could you say that? Our mothers are special. If it weren’t for her, you wouldn’t be standing here with me.” I spoke reasonably. Seraphina gave out a large sigh and shook her head. “You said that when I told you for the first time, too.” she observed. “Even so, are you sure you don’t remember anything?” tears started welling up from her eyes again. Her hold on my hand tightened. “I’m really sorry, I couldn’t remember anything.” I said, full of regret. “It’s okay,” a single drop slid down her cheek. “Memories can be made. I’m just glad you are safe.” “What exactly happened? You know, before I lost my memory of almost everything?” She took a deep breath, trying to calm herself. She pulled one hand back and wiped off the tears on her face. “It was actually your coronation.” she started. -*- She lifted the necklace off the surface of the dresser and clasped it gently around the slender neck of the next queen. Seraphina’s blue eyes gleamed with tears as she stared at her friend through the mirror, hugging her lovingly from behind. She was as gorgeous as she could imagine. Valeriana displayed the image of a regal queen. With the long, flowing gown, overlapping each other in shades of bright blue and glinting gold. The curves on her body were emphasized thoughtfully by her ceremonial robe. Her back though, was left bare and exposed. “Tears again, Fife?” Valeriana jokingly teased. “I don’t know how you are supposed to be the strongest warrior when you easily show your tears to everyone without second thoughts.” “Old habits die hard.” she retorted, wiping off her tears. “You haven’t changed one bit. No matter how many ranks you reach, you’re still a crybaby.” she chuckled. Standing gracefully from her seat, she spun around like a frolicking fairy. Her clothes followed her moves silkily, adding a beam of elegance. “What do you think?” “It’s perfect, Valeria. A perfect image for a perfect queen.” “Come on now, we all know that nobody’s perfect.” she sat back down and stared at her reflection in the mirror. “Queen or not, everybody commits mistakes.” “Still, no one can ever deny your astounding beauty.” she told her. “Stop with the flattery!” she whined. “We’re in the twentieth century.” “That’s back on Earth.” Seraphina told her. “The Valemnian culture has been preserved for hundreds of generations. Even if we are living on the twentieth century, you will feel like you are still living in the middle ages.” “Right.” Valeriana answered, sparing her friend a brief gaze. “I completely forgot that.” she paused. “Still, I think I wouldn’t be able to handle the responsibilities of a queen. I never ever expected this day to come. It feels like a dream.” she then reached for her friend’s hand and squeezed it hard. “Fife, I’m a bit nervous.” “There is no time for second thoughts, Val. You have been chosen. There are no mistakes.” “Are you—“ ”I’m sure.” she cut her off even before she can finish. After a few moments, a knock came on the door followed by a masculine voice. “Your highness,” he spoke, his voice echoing on the other side of the door. “Lady Brezanae has ordered me to come and get you. The coronation is about to start.” She rose from the chair and took a deep breath. Being soon crowned queen was obviously not in the plans of her friend. Seraphina didn’t also expect for Valeriana to be the next chosen one between her and her brother. Of course, the past rulers had all been men, but this would be the first time in history that a woman would be ascending to the throne. There is no doubt about it though, despite being raised at a different environment, Valeriana has always been the far better choice. Why? Because unlike her brother, Valeriana had once lived normally among ordinary people, giving her the understanding of how life was like for the citizens. Her brother, however, grew up being told that he’d be the next king. This somehow got inside his head and his ego grew. When the time had come for the one to reveal who had the golden wings, it was shockingly Valeria who developed such color, automatically making her the next ruler with or without the coronation. This ceremony, however, was only a tradition to celebrate. “I’m coming,” she projected her voice formally, but softly at the same time. Seraphina came forward with the Cerulean sword at hand. Valeriana happily accepted and sheathed the sword around her waist. And then turning to her friend, she smiled. “It’s time.” “Remind me not to call you Val in front of other people.” she told her. “And remind me not to call you Fife.” she then flipped her bangs and pitched her voice like those of an aristocrat. “It would be the utmost embarrassing moment I felt in my entire life!” “You copied her good.” They both giggled. “I’m going to have to keep that from Lady Cadalyn.” _______________________________________________________ The ceremonial music had begun playing and Valeriana had begun marching down the aisle. People who stood outside the golden carpet inside the grand church bowed respectfully as she walked by. When she is serious, she emits a powerful, intimidating aura rather than her usual ones. The priestess, Seraphina, King Laedin who is Valeriana’s father, and her twin brother, Jourdian, were all standing on the altar. They all looked happy, except for Jourdian who appears to be feeling shameful of himself because he wasn’t the chosen next ruler. Since young, everybody expected him to take the position, although unexpected circumstances suddenly came up. Valeriana successfully reached the end and gracefully bowed her head low to allow the priestess to lay the crown on top of her head. Seraphina then advanced a few steps with the royal scepter. “As the next ruler of all worlds, all kingdoms, and all nature, do though, Valeriana de Von Rosellevienne, swear to thy goddess, to do thy best during thy reign as queen?” “I do, with all my heart.” “As the crown settles above thou head,” she began again. “Spread thou wings freely. Allow the light to shine and symbolize thy power.” Before the crown landed on her head, guards burst into the room with an alarmed look on their face. “The band of seven!” one guard yelled. “The band of seven is currently being taken away by a woman riding a dragon!” Valeriana clutched the skirt of her ceremonial robe and began running out of the room. Seraphina stood in alarm. “Queen Valeriana!” she exclaimed. “You can’t leave your own ceremony. Where are you going?” “The band of seven is an important heritage!” she yelled. “I must make sure to retrieve it back safely!” “You can’t! The ceremony is still undergoing! You can ask the nobilities to go after the culprit instead!” “There’s no time to order around!” and even before Seraphina could say another word, Valeriana got out of the door. Her wings burst from her back, causing a few feathers to float freely around her. She then stretched her wings and flapped herself off of the ground. “Queen Valeriana!” she attempted running after her, though stopped at the middle of her tracks, knowing it’s too late. “Valeriana!” she called out. -*- “That was dramatic,” Yuuri stated, scratching her lower chin with her forefinger. “If that were to happen, I will definitely do the same and prioritize the stolen artifact over the coronation.” he concluded. “What is the band of seven anyway?” he inquired. “It’s a ring,” Seraphina told them. “A ring with seven jewels, serving as the only key that will unlock the room containing the most powerful and dangerous magical devices in history.” “No wonder she went after it herself.” Wolfram said. “If it ever falls to the wrong hands then chaos would happen.” “You mean this?” I held up my hand and showed them the ring. “Yes,” Seraphina responded. “That is the ring. Although . . . where are the five other jewels?” I laughed nervously. “I remember fighting this woman on the dragon like you told me. I delivered some kind of blow towards her direction, which eventually caused her to be reduced into ashes. The ring was safe, although the five other jewels flew into different directions.” “This is bad,” she said. “Without those jewels, the ring won’t function properly. We must return to Valemnia and inform it to the council.” she told me suggestively. “You’re leaving?” Gunter spoke. “No,” I opposed. “I don’t want to worry them. If I’m ever going to come back, I want the ring to be complete. I told everyone that I’m retrieving it. I don’t want to let anyone down.” Seraphina smacked her forehead. “As expected.” “Sounds like an adventure!” Yuuri pumped his fists in the air. “Yeah,” Wolfram walked forward and punched him on the arm. “But that doesn’t mean you’re going.” “I don’t want to miss out on anything!” Yuuri yelled, rubbing the part where Wolfram punched him. “Besides, they are going to need help finding their way around, wouldn’t they?” “I won’t allow it.” Gwendal said. “You have so many works to do around here. You still haven’t finished your studies on History, how can you expect to be able to leave?” “Come on, Gwendal! I do nothing but work!” “That is what you should expect for being a king.” “Aw!” Yuuri sighed. “If his majesty insists upon this quests that much,” Gunter began. “I think we should cut him off some slack!” “Really?! Gunter you’re the best!” he exclaimed. “Hey!” Wolfram shouted. “I’m coming, too!” “Really, Gunter.” Gwendal massaged the bridge of his nose in obvious frustration. “You’re spoiling him too much.” he told him. “I won’t allow this quest to be joined by outsiders.” Seraphina stated firmly. “Oh come on, Fife.” I teased, remembering what she told me awhile ago. “We’ll need all the help we can get, won’t we?” Seraphina flashed me an irritated glare, face red in embarrassment. “I told you not to call me that in public!” “Talking about help.” I stated, ignoring her fit. “Have you apologized to everyone yet?” “I did.” She answered. “I knew you were somehow going to ask that of me. So I did before you can say anything.” “Wow, you’re good.” I muttered. “Although, I want to start this quest immediately. Maybe along the way, I can completely get my memories back.” “Awesome!” Yuuri cheered. I saw Murata shaking his head on the background with a smile. “By the way, I want to say sorry too for what happened before.” “It’s not a problem—just a misunderstanding.” “Nothing’s worse than not being able to communicate, huh?” he scratched his nape. “I agree. But is it really okay? If you are all busy, I want you to prioritize your work rather than accompanying us to this travel. I’m pretty sure we can handle everything ourselves. I have Seraphina by my side, you know?” I witnessed Seraphina cross her arms in annoyance. “Are you going to trust them that easily?” she huffed. “You don’t have to get angry about anything.” I told her. “I trusted you without even knowing if you were telling the truth.” “That was another reason! This is different!” “Still,” I laughed. “I got the feeling I know you from somewhere before. I followed that instinct and trusted you. In Yuuri and the other’s case however, even if they did not know me, they still decided to help me. Think of it as returning the favor. Although for me, they all appeared to be friendly persons.” “You can’t judge someone by their cover!” “I’m judging them by their character or personality.” She massaged her forehead in frustration. “Forget it.” she sighed. “I won’t be able to win a debate against you even you lost your memories.” “So that’s how it is. Nevertheless, I feel very guilty. It feels as if I’m being a big bother to you.” “You got that right.” Gwendal said. “Don’t mind him.” Yuuri said. “He’s just jealous because he keeps working and hasn’t even taken a single vacation since.” “It was your work I was doing.” Yuuri laughed sheepishly. “Nonetheless, that is what friends do, right? Just promise us you’ll take us to Valemnia someday when everything’s over.” “I’ll do everything in my power. Thank you very much.” “Well, then,” the boy named Murata stretched and yawned. “I might as well see what Shibuya is up to now.” I hope you liked it! That's only chapter 1! I'm going to post more! Keep updated! =) :hamtaro-005 (4):

Summary: Kubota and Tokito... are they wild or just stray animals? Status: Complete Author's Note: A slightly dusty fic I wrote a bit ago, but I feel like sharing it here because even though it's not too long, clocking in near a thousand words, I'm still rather proud of it. Enjoy :' ) ------------------------- Kubota does not think of himself as a wild animal. …but the body underneath him is, pillowcase curled in his claws and mouth agape in harsh pants against it. Were the room colder there would surely be little hints of fog skittering across the cloth with each shudder of the ribs underneath Kubota's palms. Though, pondering more upon it, Tokito is still more 'stray' than 'wild' because he does not flinch or bite as Kubota lets a hand wander up to brush fingertips against Tokito's profile. Instead, Tokito does just the opposite and allows an index finger to brush against his lower lip, drawing out a nearly-smothered Kubo-chan underneath a sigh-moan as Kubota leans down as well to listen in better, thus canting his hips some in that motion. The palm of one hand still rests against Tokito's shoulder, the other against his ear and cheek, feeling the muscles of both jaw and shoulder clench as Kubota slides his hips back-forth once again, setting the pace for a rhythm. Goodness knows however that Tokito does have some of those wilder qualities about him; when Kubota leans down even more, to the full extent that he is allowed in this position, so that his nose is practically buried in the fine hairs at the edge of Tokito's hairline on the nape of his neck, and presses in deeper now that he has that ability, Tokito reaches back with his left hand on impact and grips Kubota's forearm, blunt nails making impressions on the skin and another gasp sticks in his throat. A shudder chases its way down Kubota's spine whenever Tokito's eyes open and dart to the corners of his vision to meet Kubota's gaze, sharp like cut amethyst, and that shudder compels Kubota to pick up the pace, and in response Tokito raises his hips, feeling the skin of Kubota's lower abdomen and the slight jut of his hipbones against his ass. Kubota curls the fingers of one hand against the expanse of skin covering Tokito's back, stretching underneath his palms with every inhale and shift with the cadence of movement, the other curling into the cloth of the pillowcase by Tokito's face, with Tokito's nose occassionally bumping against the bone in Kubota's wrist whenever he does something particularly nice with his thrusts, muttering once more Kubo-chan or miniature expletives, and Kubota hangs onto them like little bits of jutting rocks keeping him from falling off the edge all too soon. When Tokito arches up and back against a particularly precise press downward courtesy of Kubota, he chokes and stutters against his tongue and teeth a moreand Kubota grunts and obliges him, if only to feel that sharp edge of Tokito's shoulderblades slide underneath the flesh covering his back, muscles tightening as he scrabble for purchase against the sheets and while Tokito's senses are hazed over, Kubota risks a chance and takes the hand not held by Tokito and slips his fingers underneath the leather covering Tokito's right hand, feeling the fur there prickle the sensitive pads of the digits. Tokito turns his upper body around slightly, just enough to face Kubota without strain, and looks at Kubota head on, flush stretching up to the edges of his cheeks, and his grip tightens, loosens, tightens in a spasm as Kubota dips his hips once, twice, and Tokito's coming on the sheets below him, toes curling and voice strangled by an elongated groan of Kubota's name. The view of Tokito's eyes dead-locked onto him and the tighter clench around his dick pulls a half formed gasp from Kubota lungs and, after a few more erratic thrusts, he too falls off that edge, shuddering, exhaling the tar-and-ash scent his breath has come to be, and it's all he can do to keep from straight-up sinking down on top of Tokito's spent form. Silently, with only the sounds of intermingled recovery breaths in the background, Kubota sneaks his hand back so Tokito's hand covers it. While Tokito does have some of those more 'wild' qualities about him sometimes, it's true that he really is moreso a 'stray': picked up, taken in, found a home. Especially because by this point, certainly someone more 'wild' would have dismissed this, maybe brushed this off as another encounter, but Tokito does not. Instead, he smirks against the pillow and looks at Kubota and tells him that his hair tickles the side of his neck, but certainly doesn't make an effort to move him to fix it.

Summary: Naruto is 18 years Old boy so is now junin and is step forward to become sixt hokage and have rencently come over his deeprison of to lost Sakura to Sasuke his bestfriend and have rencently realished at he have feelings for his bestfriend Kiba but he have big crusch on his third bestfriend Gaara to, so What is Naruto going to do? Is he going to try to go out whit Kiba or Gaara and does Kiba have feelings for Naruto, What about Gaara does he have feelings for Naruto? You for Get all this answer in this story, KibaNaru whit Litte bit hint of GaaNaru. Status: Discontinued Author's note: This is my first fanfic story and i hope somebody whould read it, i cant promise it whould be good but i shall try my best through, and this fanfic story is about KibaNaru whit Litte bit hint of GaaNaru, so i hope anybody whould enjoy this one, happy reading, --------------------------- (Chapter one A mission whit Kiba) The whas normal day in Konoha villiage and Naruto whas walking around the street nothing to do, after he walked for awahile he so Kiba talking to his teamate Hinata and Shino so he walked torwards Them and said" good evning Kiba,Hinata and Shino, how are there doing?" he asked and both Kiba,Hinata and Shino said" we are doing good Naruto, How are you doing?" Naruto answert" im doing very good, bored ass hell since we havet any mission for awahile" both Kiba,Hinata and Shino whas enig whit Naruto about that, after They talked for awahile, They so Shisune walked torwards Them and both Naruto,Kiba,Hinata and Shino said" Hello Shisune, What are you doing here?" They asked and Shisune answert" Tsunade Whant to talk to Kiba and Naruto about a mission, so can Naruto and Kiba come whit me" she said so on both Kiba and Naruto. Both Naruto and Kiba so on whit eashoter and said to Shisune" sure we are coming Shisune" and They said goodbye to Hinata and Shino and walked whit Shisune to Tsunades office and after some time They come fram to Tsunades office and knoket on the door and Tsunade said" who is it?" she asked and Shisune said it whas her whit Kiba and Naruto and Tsunade lot Them in and both Shisune, Kiba and Naruto walked in and Kiba so on Tsunade and said" What is our mission lady Tsunade?" Kiba asked and Tsunade answert" our mission is to walk to Suna villiage and hjelp Them whit Their bandits problem and hjelp Them Whit something Else to hjelp whit, Ask Gaara for more information, is that understod?" she asked and both Kiba and Naruto answert" yes thats is understod Lady Tsunade" and Tsunade said" thats good, there can leave after talked to me, is thats alright Kiba and Naruto?" she asked and both Kiba and Naruto nodded whit Their head and walked ut of Tsunades office and do themself ready for Their mission and Naruto so on Kiba and said" so Kiba are you ready for this mission?" Naruto asked and Kiba answer" of course im ready for this mission, so lest walk home, pack our things and meet outside of Konoha gate" Naruto said" thats good to me Kiba, we talks lates outside of konoha gate then" he said and said goodbye to Kiba and walked back home for to do himself ready for his mission whit Kiba and some hours later he sto outside of konoha gate waited on Kiba and finnaly after sometime he so Kiba and said" there you are Kiba, Your are late" and Kiba answert" sorry about that Naruto my siste hold me up so because of that im late" and Naruto said it whas alright and They walked torwards Suna villiage. This whas my first fanfic and i hope it whas good, Chapter two is up soon, i promise there that, to next time then

Summary: A night of experimentation between friends. In the heat of the moment they have an amazing night of sex. Status: Complete “Can you believe those bitches?” Colt said, downing his third beer. “I know,” Bryson agreed, sitting across the table with his own bottle in hand. “I mean, look at us, we’re the hottest guys here and not one of us is out getting laid tonight.” “I guess we should have known some of those girls would be frigid. What’s the point in coming on Spring Break if you’re not gonna sleep around?” Kris added, picking up another beer. “Yeah, we all come out here showing off our hot bodies and it’s the gay ones who are shacking up and getting more action than the rest of us combined.” Jess said, leaning back in his chair. “You’re one to talk, Jess,” Colt smiled. “We all remember the Ski Trip.” “Hey, what can I say, when you’re horny you’ll do anything to get off,” Jess smiled back. “Yeah? Then how about you suck my dick?” Colt said rubbing his crotch. “I dare you.” “You serious?” Jess asked, wide-eyed. “Yeah, I’m hard as fuck right now, and since I’ve already had my dick sucked by Corey, getting it sucked by you won’t be much different,” Colt said, slipping his shorts down to expose his hard cock. “Fuck,” Jess said, putting his bottle down on the table. “Are you guys really gonna do this?” Bryson asked. “Why not?” Colt asked. “I need my dick sucked and if Jess is willing…” “Oh, I am,” Jess smirked. “Come on then,” Colt said. He stood up from his chair and took a few steps over to where Jess was seated. His shorts fell around his ankles as his cock bobbed up and down in front of Jess’ face. Jess briefly shook his head in disbelief but was too turned on to pass up the opportunity. He moved forward off the chair until he was kneeling in front of Colt. Reaching a hand up, Jess took hold of Colt’s throbbing cock, running his hand back and forth, causing Colt to moan. A drop of precum formed on the tip of Colt’s dick as Jess continued to run his hand up and down the shaft. Jess ran his tongue around his lips, leaned forward and licked the precum from the tip. Feeling Colt’s body shudder at the feel of the tongue on his cock and the taste of Colt’s precum made Jess hungry for more. He opened his mouth wide, taking the head of Colt’s dick in to his mouth, circling it with his tongue, probing the slit for more of Colt’s juices. “Fuck this is gay,” Bryson said from his seat but he was unable to take his eyes off Jess as he took more and more of Colt’s dick in to his mouth. “Fucking hot though,” Kris said, rubbing his hard cock through his shorts. Jess was really going to work on Colt’s cock, whose moans grew louder by the second. If any of the other guys hadn’t known what was happening, they sure did now, and every one of them was watching the show. “Holy shit, Jess, you can really suck cock,” Colt said as he started to fuck Jess’ face. Jess smiled around Colt’s cock but didn’t stop sucking. After another minute of watching Colt get his dick sucked and hearing him moan in pleasure Bryson felt his desperate need to get off take over his body. He stood up from his chair, dropped his shorts and walked over to where Jess was blowing Colt. “I can’t fucking stand it any longer. I need to have my dick sucked now and since you’re enjoying Colt’s so much, how about sucking mine?” Bryson asked, pointing his cock at Jess’ face. Jess looked up at Colt without taking his dick out of his mouth, silently asking for permission. Colt smiled and nodded, so Jess slowly pulled off and turned his head. He opened his mouth which was immediately filled with Bryson’s cock. Colt didn’t move back, instead he reached down to stroke his cock while watching Jess go to work on Bryson, who was holding Jess’ head and really getting in to it, thrusting his cock in and out of Jess’ mouth. Kris couldn’t take his eyes off the action and his own dick was too hard to be contained by his shorts. He pulled them down just enough so he could stroke his dripping cock. “Aww, fuck, I need me some of that too,” Kris said, moving slowly toward Colt, Jess and Bryson until Jess was almost enclosed with Colt in front of him and Bryson and Kris on either side. Pushing his shorts down completely Kris continued stroking his cock but as soon as Jess saw how much it was leaking he couldn’t help himself. He pulled off of Bryson’s dick, much to Bryson’s disappointment, and engulfed Kris’ cock within seconds, wanting to taste every drop that gathered at the end of Kris’ dick. “Damn,” Colt said, watching Jess slurp on Kris’ cock like a starving man. When he looked up, just past Jess’ head he saw something he couldn’t believe. “Holy shit, look at that…” Bryson, Kris and Jess all turned around to see Brennan on his knees working over Alex’s cock. Alex’s eyes were rolled back in to his head from the amazing feelings he was getting through his dick. “Oh man that’s hot,” Jess said, staring up at the three guys surrounding him. “All right guys, since I’ve gone this far I might as well go the whole way. Who wants to fuck me?” “What the fuck? Are you serious?” Bryson asked. “Hell, yeah. I’m horny as fuck and I need a dick inside me,” Jess said, looking up with pleading eyes. “Fuck no, that’s too gay for me,” Bryson said, taking a step back. “Me too, man,” Colt said, also stepping back. “Kris?” Jess pleaded. “Sorry dude, I don’t think I can either.” Kris said. “Why? You fucked Corey.” “I knew I shouldn’t have told you guys that,” Kris said, hanging his head. “What so special about him that you’ll fuck him but not me?” “I was drunk.” “You’re drunk now,” Jess said. “Not that drunk, sorry,” Kris said. “Fuck you then,” Jess said, turning around. “Hey, you two, either of you want to fuck me?” Alex was quickly brought back to reality and shook his head. Brennan looked at Jess with curiosity, trying to make out if it was all just some kind of joke. “Are you serious?” Brennan asked. “Fuck yeah. So? How about it?” Jess asked. “Damn right I’ll fuck you,” Brennan said with a huge grin. Jess crawled across the floor toward Brennan, removing his clothes as he did, until he was just in front of him, turning around to present his ass, ready to be fucked. “Holy shit, are they really gonna do this?” Bryson asked. “Looks like it,” Colt said. “What the fuck?” It was Noah’s voice this time. “I’m not gonna stop you guys from doing this shit, but I’m not sticking around to watch it. I’m off to bed.” “Me too,” Kendall said. The room soon cleared out until just Bryson, Colt, Kris, Jess and Brennan remained. “Are they really going to fuck right there?” Colt asked in disbelief. “Looks like it,” Kris said, “Brennan’s already got a condom on.” “Fuck, I can’t stay here to watch this,” Bryson said. “Let them have their fun but it’s not for me.”

Summary: A new life starts for Jade, new parents, gay parents, new school and new friends. The dream of finding his half brother Sam fills his life, but will Monty's kiss change things? Status: Discontinued December was cold, and sucked too. Late last night, I was thrown out of the house by my foster parent. My dad died 7 years ago due to the heart attack and mom died last week, and they just told me to pack and get out, I had one hour. Now I had tried finding a friend to take me in, but they had questions, and their parents would call social services, and they would lock me up like they did my friend, Jason. I spotted an open garage down the street. There wasn't anyone in it when I got there. The car inside was unlocked. As I checked things out, a man opened the door from the house to the garage and pressed the button to close the overhead door. He didn't even look around. Now I was stuck inside, but it was warmer in there than outside. After about fifteen minutes, I opened the back door of the car, hoping there wasn't an alarm or anything,and thank God! There wasn't any. I put my knapsack with my few belongings on the floor and stretched out on the backseat. In almost no time, I was sound asleep. I woke up feeling motion. My memory of where I was came back. It was still dark. I must have made some noise, because the car swerved and the man looked in the back. "What the fuck is this?!... You'd better start explaining, damn brat." "Ah, I didn't hurt nothing, mister. I was just sleeping. It's cold out." "How come you are looking for a place to sleep?" "I got kicked out." "Why?" "Cause those bastards didn't want to feed me anymore." The man kept driving, finally he asked, "You got any family?" "Not any more. My parent died already, and my foster parent just threw me out. I think I've got an uncle somewhere." "What's his name, and where does he live?" "Don't know where he lives. Her name is Matthew Stuart." The car jerked again, and made the next exit and into a truck stop. The man turned and looked at me, his eyes were like looking into my soul. "My God, you are Sarah's boy. I haven't heard from her since Mark was killed."

Summary: Worried about Akaike kun, Takumi asks Gii about Akaike's first love. Gii promises to tell him but with 1 condition, if Takumi will spend the night with him... Status: Complete Akaike Kun First Love part 1 The air was chilly bones I sat in the hall alone and Takumi suddenly came over me ........ Takumi: Akaike-kun what are you doing here alone? Akaike: nothing, I just enjoy the view of large trees, it looks amazing from here .... Takumi: Akaike kun may I ask you something? Akaike: what you want to ask, about Gii? Takumi: no it's nothing about him! this I always wanted to ask you! Akaike: what? you make me curious... Takumi: Akaike kun, what ever you fall in love with someone? Akaike: why are you suddenly asking about it, Takumi? Takumi: I'm just curious because Akaike kun has never looked close to someone, like me, and Gii? Akaike: yaa ... Takumi do you believe in true love ....?? Takumi: what do you mean Akaike kun?? / Akaike: nothing, you should go, if Gii finds you here with me, he will be jealous ...... said Akaike with a smile and a glance of the eyes Takumi: Akaike kun, Gii'll never be jealous of you because Akaike kun is his best friend.... Akaike: I hope so, Takumi let's go inside the air already getting cold... And they entered into the dorm room without continuing the conversation, but it made Akaike kun currious, because according to Takumi, Akaike is a good friend and always helped him whenever he had a problem with Gii.. I wonder what is Akaike kun thinking about love.....

Status: In-progress Summary: It's a collection of one shots, about over coming love, murder, lies and finding oneself. -------------- Chapter 1: The curse The moon shined high in the sky, the wind blew hard causing trees to sway slightly in the growing cold night air. The smell of blood hung in the air, a distant scream broke through the once quiet night. But then it grew quiet once again as the screaming of pain ended. In the forest clear a bloody scene was to unfolded. A mangled body with blood oozing from the wounds that the attacker left was spilling out on the one green grass floor of the forest. Staining it with red. The figure of the person stood up slowly, the person's legs were wobbly and weak. Tear's streamed down the cold pale face as it's eyes stared down at the body before it. Tear's where mixing with the blood that stained the person's pale cheeks. A loud thunk sound hit the forest floor. The object in question was an ax. The very tip of it was stained with the person's blood along with the handle. The very scared male that stared down at his victim with sorrow in his once bright green eyes, now dull because of the horrible deed he had done. He didn't mean to kill the man that was now dead in front of him, he didn't even know what in the hell he was thinking either. But ever since that stranger said those strange words to him, he couldn't stop killing people at night. It was a nightmare... And tonight was the worst... He had... Had sex with the young male before he drugged him and brought him out here to kill him. He felt sick to his stomach... The smell of blood was making him feel light headed and dizzy. He took a few steps away from the poor young male and slid down to the ground on his hands and knees braking down. His dark brown hair covered his tear and blood stained face from wondering eyes. His shoulder's were shaking horrible just like the rest of him. 'I.. I feel so disgusted with myself...' he thought harshly to himself. He hated feeling weak. He hated this feeling of self pity. But who would take him in? He's a rapist and a murderer! Who would except him now? God wont even shine light on this horrid man... All and all this man was cursed... Cursed to a life of killing... Cursed with the mark of the devil... ~I know this one was brutal but the next one will be slightly better and not so much as gory... And there will be romance in later ones~

This story takes us back on a much deeper understanding of the love between Suzuki Takeshi and Morita Toru from Takumi-kun: The Rainbow-Colored Glass. This is a story of love, friendship and the the ties that bind even from beyond. This story have gone through several revisions, formats and had taken several months to accomplish. I am finally pleased with the results and I hope I have given them justice. Hope you enjoy this experience. Special thanks to BLFreakgirl who made a personalized wallpaper image of this couple for me back in March. and Yuuchan (yunake) who made a fanvid of them for me. To everyone who continue to inspire me and encourage me, my heartfelt gratitude to you all. "The time between meeting and finally leaving is sometimes called falling in love." - Lisa Loeb Suzuki Takeshi Morita Toru OF LOVE AND LOSS “So what do you think?” Gii eyed Suzuki curiously. “About what?” Suzuki replied not breaking his gaze on the chess board. “Oh come on! You know exactly what I'm talking about.” Gii looked at him amused. “No, I don't know what you're talking about. If this is your way of breaking my concentration, forget it.” Suzuki shook his head and moved his chess piece and batted the timer. “Kazuki Takahashi. The sophomore I introduced to you the other day. What do you think of him?” “He's okay, I guess.” Suzuki shrugged. “Okay? That's it? That's all you can say about him? Didn't you guys hit it off right away?” Gii looked surprised. “No, we didn't. I wasted 10 minutes of my time having to listen to someone ramble on and on what an amazing person Saki Giichi is. If you're trying to show off your fan boys to me in this school, it's not working.” Suzuki replied nonchalantly. “What the hell? I swear I thought he totally liked you. That weasel! He's gonna hear it from me.” Gii sounded very annoyed. After procuring such a potential guy for Suzuki and that person blew it. Damn it! “Nah! Forget about it. Seriously, dude..why you even bother introducing me to anyone. I already told you I'm not interested. You've already introduced 15 guys to me since last year. And I didn't even ask you to.” Suzuki smirked at him while he scratched his eyebrow with his thumb. “Well, I didn't want you to be lonely, that's all.” Gii smiled but his eyes looked at his old friend with genuine concern. “I'm not lonely. I'm fine.” Suzuki looks at him assuredly. He knew Gii was being worried about him again. Gii is one of the closest people in his life who is privy to his health condition. “Are you sure? 'Cause you look like you really need some company.” Gii obviously didn't look like he was giving up. “I swear Gii if you were not born to inherit your father's company, you would definitely have a promising future being a pimp for a club or a bar.” Suzuki chuckled. “Now that's just mean.” Gii sat back and frowned at his friend who obviously didn't look like he was taking it back. Gii narrowed his eyes studied him for two seconds and leaned over and said, “You really think so? I could be a great pimp?” He grinned. “Hai.” Suzuki nodded assuredly. “Good to know.” Gii nodded and smiled and moved a chess piece and batted the timer. The door opens and a tired-looking Akaike Shozo walks inside the room. “Tadaima.” “Okaeri.” Gii and Suzuki chorused. “How was your day in the office, darling?” Gii gives him a naughty smile while batting his eyelashes in rapid succession. “Not so bad. What are you two girlfriends talking about while I was gone?” Akaike took off his blue jacket, put it on a hanger and deposited it into the closet. “Fuck buddies.” Gii shrugged. “Dorm sex slaves.” Suzuki yawned. “Right.” Akaike snerked as he began untying his necktie. He wasn't the least bit surprised anymore with the choice of language those two shared when there were only the three of them together. Had they stopped talking like that then that would be just plain weird. He took off his white uniform and put on a fresh blue shirt. He decided he'd take his pants off later. He stretches himself on his bed and relaxes his head over his forearms. “So which of you two losers are winning?” He looks at them. “Me of course as usual.” Suzuki raised an eyebrow with genuine pride. “Not even close, nerd.” Gii frowned. “Checkmate in two, pretty boy.” Suzuki smirked. “Liar!” Gii huffed but his eyes roamed wildly at the chessboard wondering where those two moves were going to come from. Suzuki grinned, made his move and just like that, he won. “What the hell?” Gii looked at the chessboard aghast. “See? I told you, I'd get you in two moves.” Suzuki laughed triumphantly. “Whatever.” Gii turned away to face Akaike who was now leisurely browsing a sports magazine. “So how was your day like? Let me guess, the rich little brats have been picking a fight with the other rich little brats in class?” Gii raised an eyebrow obviously amused. “Well, yeah, there's that. They were about to stab each other with pencils. PENCILS! Stupid jerks.” Akaike shook his head in irritation as he flipped a page of the magazine he is reading. “I'm glad I don't work for the discipline committee.” Gii laughed. “Yeah but you got a trail of fan boys who follow you around like ducklings every single day.” Suzuki rolls his eyes as he put the chess board and chess pieces away before moving to sit on the edge of the bed because Gii is now lying on his stomach and has already occupied most of the entire bed space. “Oh yeah. That. Damn it.” Gii buried his face on the pillow and groaned. “Anyway, there was someone interesting today. Transferee. Freshman. Morita something. I forgot. Anyway, he arrived this morning to school accompanied by his mother. Quiet kid. Kinda shy but has inquisitive eyes. Matsumoto-sensei assigned me to tour him around the school on Monday since it'll be his first day.” Akaike yawned, laid the magazine on his bedside table and stretched his arms. “Transferee, huh? We don't get those types much in this school, do we?” Gii asked. “Nope. Not much at all. Quite a rarity actually. But the kid passed the requirements of this school so he's gonna be studying here for sure.” Akaike now stands up and starts to pull out a fresh pair of white pajamas from the cabinet. “Gii, come on, man. It's late. I'm sleepy. Go back to your room. Now.” Suzuki punches Gii's leg and tries to push him off the bed. “Don't wanna. I still wanna play with you, guys.” Gii whined and frowned but reluctantly moved away from the bed. “If you don't leave, we're gonna tell Hayama about this American greeting kiss thing and that you just made it all up.” Akaike grinned. “Alright, alright, fine. I get it. Goodnight, ladies. I'll see you both tomorrow.” Gii grudgingly heads towards the door. But only a few seconds after he has closed the door behind him, he opens the door again, sticks his head out and gives the biggest pout he could muster. “You're not gonna tell him, I just made that up, would you? I'd never get an excuse to kiss him in the open anymore. You know how I love it when he looks so flustered and cute when I do that.” “GOOD NIGHT, YOU SADIST! “ Suzuki and Akaike yells at him and throws a pillow which hits Gii right in the face and they all laugh.

Summary: Only God knows where a meeting will lead to.. will it be a bitter one or a passionate one? Status: Completed ¥¥¥ *pant*I keep running with my conciousness almost gone. I felt like I'm gonna die anytime soon. *bump* "Hey kids are you okay?" The gentle voice went through my ears just before I everything went dark. ¥¥¥ *Eyes open* "Where am I?" I muttered. My head was so dizzy. As I look around, I saw a man sleeping soundly in the chair inside this big room. "Was he the one who bring me here last night?" I approached him slowly. He's so charming. Around his 40 or so I thought. Curiously, I tried to touch his face, then suddenly he hugged me. That made my heart beat so fast. When i looked at his face he's still asleep. "Thanks God, he isn't awake" "Gale..." he muttered with soft voice It must be the name of someone important to him. I hugged him and took a deep breath. He smelled like... I don't know how to explain it. It just the smell I love. I took his arms and move it away. Then I took a shower. When I came out he already awoke. "Sorry for using your shower without your permission." I replied as I wear my cloth again. "It's okay. I don't mind it. more importantly, are you okay? Why were you so beaten up last night?" "I was chased by a loan shark." "Poor boy. What is your name?" "I'm Adam, you?" "I'm... " "Anyway thanks for saving my life. How should I pay you back?" "Umm... How about accompanying this old man for some drink?" "That's fine with me." Then he poured me a glass of wine. We drank and talked about many things. He's so kind. A gentle figure. A figure I long for. Suddenly I felt so hot and uneasy. He smirked and approached me. He became so close to me. "What's wrong Adam?" "Nothing.. I just feel kinda.. hot" I blushed. Suddenly his hand already moving inside my shirt. I can't resist. My body just wont let me. "St...stop...please" I begged "You're actually enjoying this aren't you my sweety. You will be mine" He placed a gentle kiss on my skin that just drive me crazy. "Just relax and become mine." I just helplessly let he explored my body. This pleasure he gave me.... I don't hate it. Instead I fell more deep into his control. I moaned as he became more agressive. "You're so cute and you have a delicate body, and now you're making sexy sound. I'll punish you bad boy." "Please...no.." "I'll punish you gently" He undressed me. I felt a little embarassed to be naked in front of him. "I shall devour every inch of your body" How should I describe this? My mind said no but before I could materialize it once again, my body and heart already betrayed me. He began to explore my lower part. The irresistable sensation when he started to devour my most sensitive part. It made me feel like I don't want time to move ever again. "I.. can't... anymore.. Stop it! I'm going to.." I shotted my load inside his mouth. Yet he erotically licked the rest and sucked his fingers. "I'm going to prepare you" We locked lips as he thrusted his fingers into my hole. I jolted in this extreme excitement. "Relax honey." I couldn't do anything but to relax as he thrusted it deeper. So much excitement he gave me. I took his lovely smell as much as I can. "I'm going to enter you" "Hurry! enter me!!" "You want it that badly? I'll do it then." The pain came as soon as his stick began to enter me. I cried a little. But it was so pleasurable. "Relax honey. You'll feel good as it go deep inside you" "Unn...." It's definitely went deeper. This sensation that I never felt before. "Argghhhh......" "You're so tight!" He began to move back and forth. This sensation... I will treasure it forever. "Faster!" He did my command gracefully. "I'm gonna come. Should i let it out inside?" "Shot it inside me!" "Let's do this together!" "Richard! Richard!" We came together. I felt a hot liquid inside me. "I love you Adam. Since the first time I see you." "What should I do? At this rate I'm going to fall for you" "Then love me! Be mine only" "Okay" He kissed me and we went sleep as he embaced me. - - - Updated - - - Please give comments

The promised fun oneshot. It's rated 18+ due to language. This time it's Misu and Shingyouji. The title is just a wordplay for the upcoming movie Takumi-kun: Pure :hamtaro-005 (6): ImPure - Misu x Shingyouji fic Before they knew it, they were no longer in high school. One of Shingyouji's most revered dreams has finally been answered. Not only is he already in college but he got to live together with his beloved Arata-san in their 1DK apartment. Arata had complained once about the cramp space but Shingyouji didn't seem to mind the very least. To him, this was everything he dreamt of. Everything in life was good except for one thing. Misu Arata had taken up a bad habit of smoking. When he first tasted his first cigarette, it was like a celebration of freedom. He savored each nicotine stick like he would savor a breathe of fresh air. Much to the chagrin of his partner, Shingyouji who could not stand the smoke but was patiently trying to tolerate it but he was nearing his breaking point. Misu has scoffed so many times on the health risks of smoking. Something had to be done. As they quietly spent a lazy Sunday afternoon watching television, Shingyouji diverted his eyes and focused on Misu who was now enjoying another newly-lighted cigarette. "Arata-san...you shouldn't be smoking so much." Shingyouji looked at him worriedly. "Since when did an idiot like you tell me what to do?" Misu not bothering to look at him but remained focused on the TV screen. "Because this idiot cares about you a lot, that's why." Shingyouji frowned and moved closer to him. "Hmp!" Misu blew him a smoke circle. "You're not gonna stop?" That irritated Shingyouji so he grabbed the remote control and turned off the TV. "Make me." Misu gave him a smirk. "Alright then." Shingyouji quickly grabbed the cigarette off Misu's lips and began to inhale sharply. "HEY! WHY ARE YOU SMOKING IT?" Misu was aghast. He never once realized that his smoking bothered his partner so much. "Do you like it when I smoke, Arata-san?" Shingyouji blew a smoke in his direction. His lips were quivering. He obviously was not used to smoking but he didn't cough either. "Since when did you learn how to smoke?" Misu eyed him suspiciously. This was a whole new discovery for him. All the while he thought he knew Shingyouji but seeing him smoke like that in front of him, questions started to pop in his mind. "Since middle school." Shingyouji stopped smoking and squished the cigarette on the Panda bear-shaped ashtray. "WHAT THE...?" Now Misu was even more curious. "A teacher taught me how." Shingyouji answered him without hesitation yet his eyes remained on the ashtray. He couldn't bring himself to look directly at Misu. "Are you fucking with me? You say, a teacher taught you how to smoke?" This time Misu held him by the shoulders and made Shingyouji face him directly. "Yes..he did...especially after he would...do things...to me. He said it made the cigarette taste...much better." Shingyouji lowered his gaze. Memories he had chosen to remain buried in his mind were slowly being dug up once again. Misu's face was painted with shock. He did not expect something like that at all. It was bad enough a corrupted teacher would take advantage of his young students, a middle schooler even. But what angered him more was no one had any right to touch Shingyouji like that. Shingyouji was HIS to touch. Damn it! Okay, maybe possessiveness went a little too far but STILL! "Fuck. I don't want to ever see you smoke again. Do you understand?" Misu's voice was grim. He touched Shingyouji's cheek to face him. "I do." Shingyouji replied meekly. "Okay then." Misu nodded. "Would you do the same for me, Arata-san?" Shingyouji looked at him earnestly. "Only if you can replace my cigarettes with something better." Misu smirked. "You're such a perv, Arata-san." Shingyouji laughed. "IDIOT! DON'T COMPARE ME WITH THAT PEDO SENSEI OF YOURS!" Misu looked at him incredulously, obviously bothered with the comparison. "He was nice though..." Shingyouji shrugged. "SHUT UP YOU!" Misu was gritting his teeth. "He didn't hurt me." Shingyouji slowly shook his head while fiddling with a renegade thread from Misu's shirt. "But you said he did things to you..." Misu lowered his voice and looked at him closely. "Yeah...uhm...well..." Shingyouji stopped fiddling with the thread on Misu's shirt and covered his face instead. "Enough!" Misu just had it already. Another word about that sensei, he would be hatching a plan to track him down. "You'll really quit smoking for me starting now, Arata-san?" Shingyouji looked at him and smiled hopefully. "Idiot." Arata flopped back on the pillows while Shingyouji moved to snuggle beside him. "You're funny, Arata-san. I love you so much." Shingyouji murmured while planting a soft kiss on Misu's cheek. "I know...now about the replacement..." Misu grinned at him. Owari! :hamtaro-005 (4):

This year I was Lastsky_16's secret santa. One of her choices for a present was something Misushing related and this was the result. I am sharing the story with other fans of this pairing and I hope all who read it like it. ~`~`~`~`~`~`~` Shingyoshi Kanemitsu opened his eyes seconds before his alarm clock was set to go off. 7:15 am. Today was Sunday the one day he didn’t have classes and was allowed off campus. Although he would have been able to sleep in longer he found his body was so adjusted to the mental schedule he wouldn’t have been tired enough to sleep in. Shingyoshi did however roll over to see his roommate still sound asleep apparently taking advantage of the off day. The junior sat up and kicked of his covers before slipping his feet into his slippers and grabbing a towel and a chance of casual clothing. A morning shower was just what he needed. Twenty minutes later Shingyoshi returned to his room to find his roommate up and about. “Ohayou.” Katayama looked over at Shingyoshi and smiled. “Ohayou. I’ll be gone most of the day today. Spending the day with my parents and girlfriend. She’s in town for the next few days so the room is yours for the day.” “That’s cool. Hope you have fun.” Shingyoshi said before going over to his wardrobe and opening the door. Inside his door was a small mirror he would use to straighten his hair as well as he could. Since his hair was still damp from his shower he was sure a certain senpai of his would say he looked like a puppy caught in the rain. “I’m off.” Katayama said before walking out the door. Shingyoshi reached over and picked up his phone to see if he had any missed calls or messages. The only thing that greeted him was a sloppy picture of Misu Arata he had managed to take when the other boy hadn’t been looking at him. Shinghyoshi shoved his phone into his pocket and flopped down on his bed. “Looks like relaxation is on the menu.” he murmured to himself. He jumped when he heard a familiar ringtone erupt from his pocket. He pulled his phone out to see the caller display state ‘Hayama Takumi’ Shingyoshi accepted the call and leaned against his bed. “Moshi moshi.” “Ah Shingyoshi-kun, anou gomen but do you have plans for today?” Takumi asked over the phone. Shingyoshi pondered on that before answering. “Not really. I have a few assignments I need to catch up on but other than that I’m free. Why do you ask?” “Well since Gii grew up in America he’s celebrated Christmas before so I’m thinking well I mean I know I want to get him a present. I was wondering if you’d like to come with me and maybe get Misu-kun a gift?” Takumi answered. A gift for Arata-san? What could he possible give to the man who seemed to have everything and was 99% perfect. the one percent being Shingyoshi couldn’t find anything wrong with him. “Does Gii-senpai know you’re doing this for him?” “No Akaike-kun does though and he’s keeping Gii occupied for me today so I can get the present.” Takumi said. “I’m not sure if Misu-kun celebrates it but-“ “I’ll come with you.” Shingyoshi answered. “Is there any place you think we should go though?” “I have a vague idea what I want to give to Gii. So there is a place in town I would like to go to. We would have to take the bus.” Takumi said. “Okay that’s fine. Oh Hayama-senpai, Arata-san’s not in the room with you is he?” “Misu-kun? No he’s been awake for the past two hours. I’m not sure where he is.” Takumi said. “Okay good.” Shingyoshi responded. “Um, I’m already dressed so whenever you want to go.” “Hai, I’m just finishing up. Can you meet me in front of the school gates in ten minutes?” Takumi asked. “Okay I will see you then.” Shingyoshi ended the call and shoved his phone back into his black khaki pants pockets and fell back against his bed again. A present for Arata-san. The junior wasn’t sure what would be the lesser of the two hardships, finding the right present for Misu or working up the courage to give said present to him. When five minutes had passed Shingyoshi pulled on his shoes and grabbed his wallet and key to the room before heading down the stairs and to the school gate. He figured it would be polite to arrive early if not right on time so the two of them would have the whole day to search for a gift for their said lover. No surprise Takumi was already there. “Ah Shingyoshi-kun.” Takumi smiled waving his kouhai over. “Ready to go?” Shingyoshi nodded and the two boys headed down to the edge of the drive reaching the main road and the bus stop only a block away. Several minutes later one of the buses pulled up for passengers and Shingyoshi reached into his wallet to pull out his fare but was stopped by Takumi who had already given the right amount for both himself and his friend. “Anou Hayama-senpai?” “It’s fine Shingyoshi.” Takumi insisted. He moved towards one of the seats in the back and sat down motioning for Shingyoshi to sit beside him.

A/N: Okay this came out of nowhere, literally (points to door with a sign that says 'nowhere') I got it out of there. I wonder if anyone will read it. Disclaimer: Me own FMA that's saying I know how to do alchemy. Roy Mustang leaned forward and rested his head in his hands. He couldn't remember the last time he had such an eventful day. First that meeting with the higher ups-which made him cringe each time he was forced to salute-, the discussion of the latest rumor about one of the many criminals lurking in the military, and his meeting with some of the state alchemists that ranked under his jurisdiction; Fullmetal included. Now he had time to himself but only so he could have a clear head while filing out mounds and mounds of paper work. After looking at the 'finished pile' he decided he deserved a break and made his way to the mess hall hoping to scrounge up a cup of coffee or any type of caffeinated beverage he could get his hands on. When he entered the room he was surprised to find it empty save one other officer, one he'd recognize anywhere. "It's late, shouldn't you be at home with your wife and daughter?" Lt Colonel Maes Hughes looked up from his cup of coffee and smiled. "What about you Roy? What are you still doing here?" Mustang walked over to his best friend and took the coffee mug into his own hands. "Busy night." He took a sip of the beverage and smirked. "Who would have thought you and I have the same taste in coffee." Hughes only shook his head. "I'll let you get away with that this time since I can tell you needed the pick-me-up." He looked up to see the other man take another sip. "That one however is going to cost ya." Mustang only turned heel and headed back towards his office. "I'll pass thanks. This is the last of the coffee and I didn't feel like making more." Hughes race after his best friend and waited for him to set the mug down before tackling him nearly knocking the paperwork askew. "I said I'd let the first sip go, not the second one. Besides if you want a pick-me-up all you had to do was ask." Without warning the Lt. Colonel captured the younger man's lips with own in a heated kiss. No surprise came when the kiss was returned and arms were encircled around the older mans' neck. Mustang had been hoping his best friend would make a move like this. His stress life was on the verge of skyrocketing and this was one of the best ways to tone it down. He broke the kiss when he felt hands attempting to remove his shirt. He had removed the main jacket so he could work on his paperwork more comfortable and had found no reason to put it back on when he had left the office. Hughes had been grateful Roy's uniform had been mostly off otherwise his task would have been difficult to complete. Looking up into the younger man's eyes. "You sure?" Mustang sighed. "I should be the one asking you that. But yes I'm sure." Hughes only smiled as he removed the last button on the white undershirt. "How far this time?" "As far as you want. You know there's no reason for you to do this. You could have just made another pot of coffee." Mustang said. Hughes only smirked, "Yeah but this is more fun." "What do you think Gracia would say if she found out about this?" Mustang asked. Hughes captured the other man's lips in another kiss. "Occurrences at work stay at work. That's what she and I agreed on." "Well I'd rather do this work than that." Mustang stated point to the stacks of paperwork. "Well less talking more working, "Hughes responded pulling the younger man towards the sofa provided in the office. The two of them fell against the piece of furniture and Hughes felt his best friend land on top of him. Looking down he could see a small yet noticeable bulge. "Getting anxious are we?" Mustang looked away. Although he didn't blush-no male officer does- he couldn't help but feel a tad embarrassed. "Speak for yourself." He nearly yelped when he felt a hand reach down and grasp his hard member. Seconds later he hissed. "If you insisted on doing that at least wait until I'm comfortable." Hughes pulled away and the two of them removed the rest of their clothing now left only in their undergarments; boxers. "Now time to continue with my work." He pushed the younger man back against the couch and began kissing his neck being careful not to leave any marks. Sure the military uniform could hide them but they didn't want to take any chances. Speaking of chances Hughes pulled away and locked the door. "Better safe and sorry." Mustang nodded. "Good thinking. If someone questions I'll tell them I was taking a short nap. No harm in that is there?" "Of course not. Now where was I?" Hughes paused for a moment before attacking the other mans neck with kisses again, his hand moving down to his nipple. "Tell me something Roy. Am I the reason you haven't been able to find a suitable wife?" Mustang bit back a cry of pleasure not knowing who else was still at headquarters. "No why would you think that?" "Because it seems I'm the only one who can make you turn into the helpless little lust struck pile of military garb you are right now." Hughes responded reaching into the younger man's boxers and grasping the hardened member causing the younger man to cry out in pleasure. "Just like that." He began pumping his hand feeling his own member harden with every movement. Mustang tilted his head back against the sofa arm and panted as he felt his whole body shake. He knew he wasn't about to come yet, no it was just the other man had that affect on him. Hughes stopped his gestures and looked at his best friend in the eye, "Go ahead." Mustang sat up and pushed the other man back against the sofa straddling him so their erections brushed each other. "Don't mind if I do." With that he began tracing kisses down the other man's neck and chest making sure to pay attention to each nipple earning plenty of whimpers and grasps on his black hair. "I love your reactions Maes." He spoke in a dark husky voice. "But I'll love it even more when I-" He reached down removed the other man's boxers leaving him completely exposed. "-do this." Without warning he took Hughes into his mouth and deep throated him in one go. "Roy! Oh God!" Hughes nearly bucked his hips up almost immediately but kept himself pressed down as to keep from suffocating the other man. Mustang smirked as he continued his task running his tongue along the other man's shaft earning cries of pleasure in return. Finally he pulled away and looked at the other man in the eyes. "You want to top this time?" Hughes only nodded as he reached over and removed the other man's boxers. Mustang bit his lip as he waited for the intrusion. It had been awhile since the two of them had done this so he would need Hughes to prepare him first. "I'll have to improvise." Hughes said as he set to work on preparing the younger man. Mustang bit his lip. It hurt, bad but not as bad as some of the pain he had experienced. He hissed when he felt another finger intrude and he took a deep breath. "Okay I think I'm ready." Hughes nodded before centering himself at the other man's entrance. "Okay here I go." He slowly pushed in gasping at the feel. "Oh God Roy I think you got tighter." Mustange bit back a wince at the penetration. He knew it was going to hurt but damn if it didn't hurt like a bitch. "Hughes, hold on a second." "You okay?" Hughes asked concerned. "Yeah I just need a second okay?" Mustang requested. After a moment he nodded, "Okay I'm good." Hughes smiled, "Let's see if I can turn that 'good' into 'great'." He thrust hard and fast earning the closets to a cry of pleasure he was sure he would get from the other man. He felt guilty doing this yes but at the same time he knew that Roy needed it. In a way he considered it his duty to the other officer. Mustang bit his lip as he felt Hughes move inside him. This hadn't been the first time these two had engaged in this type of 'work' and part of him hoped it wouldn't be the last. Although he respected Gracia and was practically Elicia's godparent he still couldn't help but be jealous of his best friend. 'Best friend' that's the closest the two would ever be considered. But He let that thought slide out of his head and let the pleasure be put in. Hughes continued to move earning gasps of pleasure from the younger man. He had a good sex life with his wife, no mistake on that and he loved Gracia dearly. But there were some lines that were only drawn so they could be crossed and this was one of them. He could feel Mustang's arms encircle around his neck and his lips aching to meet his own. They kissed again tongue battling both knowing it would end in a draw considering how stubborn the two of them could both be. Hughes reached down and grasped Mustang's hard member into his hand and stroked him in time with the thrusts. Mustang threw his head back overcome with pleasure. "Hughes I-" He didn't need to say anymore. Hughes sped up his thrusts determined to join his best friend in the tidal wave of passion. Once he knew he was going to come he pulled out and grabbed a wad of tissues that were sitting on the table in front of the sofa catching the white substance in time. Mustang had come right at the same time. "Thanks." Hughes only nodded already knowing there was more than one thing he was being thanked for. He had once came in his best friend and despite liking the actions before he had claimed the feel of the stuff inside him just…he didn't like it. Hughes had taken no offense. He leaned over and captured Mustang's lips one more time and smiled. "Do you feel more awake now?" Mustang smirked as he pulled on his boxers. "Well I'll tell you one thing Hughes. I think I found something else besides coffee to keep me up all night." A/N: Okay this was written as a request to someone ages ago and I finally finished it. This is a one-shot nothing more. If some odd reason someone wants me to continue I'll put it into consideration. I don't usually ship these two lol.

Okay this is dedicated to Last_sky16. I promised to write her a MisuxShing story and this is the result. I apologize if any of the characters seem OOC (I wrote this after only 2 hours of sleep) Disclaimer; I own the first volume of the manga that's it. “Shingyoshi Kanemitsu, you have a phone call.” Shingyoshi set his book down and headed down the stairs to the phone, “Moshi moshi?” “Kanemitsu?” “Ah, Oka-san?” “Hai, I wanted to let you know that your father and I have-“ “Oka-san, please don’t say it. I don’t want to hear it.” Shingyoshi said knowing what she had called to tell him. “Kanemitsu, please I know this has been hard on you.” “Do you really? Do you have any idea how much I’m despising having to choose between the two of you.” Shingyoshi asked. “Well you won’t have to choose. Your father has given up all parental rights to me. He’ll have visiting rights of course but-“ “No Oka-san, you don’t have the rights over me. When I graduate I’m going straight to college then I’m going to make it on my own.” Shingyoshi said in a cold voice. He knew he was being very disrespectful but at that point he didn’t care. “Kanemitsu, you don’t have the means to get through college yourself, let alone your own residence.” “Well I’d rather take my chances then spend the time with a family that doesn’t even love me.” Shingyoshi yelled before slamming the phone down. He looked over to see one of the other second years giving him a funny look, which he ignored. He headed back up to his room resisting the urge to slam the door shut. Picking up his book he tried to pick up where he left but found he couldn’t concentrate. Throwing the book aside he found he needed to see a certain someone to brighten his day even just a bit; Misu Arata. Checking his watch Shingyoshi saw it was a little after 5. There were only two places Misu would be, his room and the executive room. Not wanting to risk bothering Arata-san’s roommate Hayama-san Shingyoshi headed to the executive room. He entered and sure enough his crush was sitting at the table doing what he did best, “Konbonnwa Arata-san.” He greeted quietly. Misu looked up and held back a groan. Usually he enjoyed the other’s silent company but he was so behind in his work he didn’t have time for him. “Go away.” Shingyoshi was halfway to the table when he heard Misu speak. He heard the tone in his crush’s voice and stopped in his tracks. “Nani?” “I said go away, I don’t have time to waste on you, all right?” Misu’s voice and eyes were cold. Shingyoshi bit his lip and bowed before leaving the room whispering a ‘gomen’ before walking up towards the third floor of the dormitory. He didn’t make it halfway up the stairs before he broke down in tears. He sat down on the step hugging his knees to his chest allowing the tears to fall. At that point he didn’t care what people thought and he couldn’t hold it in anymore. Not even a few minutes had passed when one of his classmates approached him. “Ano, Shingyoshi-kun, what’s wrong? Are you all right?” Shingyoshi was sobbing so hard he couldn’t answer. “I’ll go get someone.” Before Shingyoshi even had the chance to protest the other boy had already headed down the hall. Not knowing who would show up Shingyoshi moved to head back to his room but was stopped when Saki Giichi stepped out of his room. “Shingyoshi? One of the other students said you were crying, is something wrong?” Gii asked. Shingyoshi looked up to reveal his tear-filled eyes and stained cheeks. “Gomen Saki-senpai I-“ “Come with me to my room. Takumi’s there but I’m sure he won’t mind.” Gii said taking Shingyoshi’s hand and leading to room 300. Knowing better then to argue with his senpai Shingyoshi followed Gii to his room. He tearfully greeted his other senpai before sitting down on the sofa next to him. “Takumi, I hope you don’t mind Shingyoshi’s pretty upset about something.” Takumi looked at his kouhai concerned. “Shingyoshi-kun what’s wrong?” Considering how close he had become to Takumi, Shingyoshi found himself falling against his senpai as a new wave of tears flooded from his cheeks. Surprised as he was Takumi returned the embrace allowing the other boy to get out what he felt he needed to. After several moments he noticed Shingyoshi had calmed down some. “Anou, Shingyoshi can you tell us what upset you?” Gii had watched his boyfriend take care of his kouhai and he could have felt more proud of him. Handing Shingyoshi a tissue to wipe his yes he sat down on the couch pulling Takumi into his lap. He was in the comfort of his own room and he knew Shingyoshi wouldn’t care. “Tell us what happened.” Shingyoshi wiped his eyes and took a deep breath. “Well the reason I came to Shidou was so I could get away from my parents. All they would do is argue and I knew it was a matter of time before the separated. I was paged for a phone call earlier. It was my mom telling me what I knew was the inevitable. She also told me that I wouldn’t have to choose between her and my dad. They had made that choice for me without even asking me about it. I-I got upset and I went to see Arata-san. Being with him even if its’ just for a few minutes makes me happy. But when I went to the executive room he was cold to me., like the last thing he wanted was for me to be there. He told me to go away that he didn’t’ have time to waste on me.“ He sniffled again looking away, “Gomen I don’t mean to be so-“ Takumi placed a hand on Shingyoshi’s shoulder. “You have every right to be upset, Shingyoshi-kun.” He was startled when he felt Gii gently push him off his lap, “Gii?” Gii stood up giving Takumi a light kiss, “You two stay here. I have something to take care of.” Takumi returned the kiss slightly surprised. “Gii what are you doing to do?” Gii pulled on his shoes and headed towards the door. “Something that needed to be done a long time ago.” Takumi got up quick and ran to his boyfriend. “Gii, please don’t’ do anything you’ll end up regretting later.” Gii pulled Takumi in for another kiss and leaned his forehead on his lover’s, “Trust me Takumi, I’m regretting not doing this sooner. Take care of Shingyoshi.” Takumi stepped back and watched as his boyfriend leave. Turning to Shingyoshi he sighed. “I think I know what’s going to happen.” Shingyoshi looked at Takumi confused. “Huh?” But Takumi didn’t answer. Instead he sat down on the couch and pulled Shingyoshi back into his arms. “Let’s just wait, okay?” Shingyoshi only nodded grateful for the comfort his senpai was providing. Gii picked up his pace as he headed to the only place he knew Misu Arata would be. Once he reached the executive room he threw the door open stormed over to the only occupant and punched him in the face. “You son of a bitch.” Misu Arata nearly fell off his chair when he felt something knocking him over. It took him a minute to realize he had just been punched. After taking a minute to recover he looked up to see his rival in every way Saki Giichi. “Saki, you better have a damn good reason for nearly breaking my nose.” “Oh trust me Misu. You’re lucky I didn’t do something worse.” Gii said his voice filled with anger. “I honestly can’t believe you would be so heartless towards him.” “I have no idea what you’re talking about.” Misu said feeling anger building up. “Four words. If you’re smart enough you’ll figure it out. You. Made. Shingyoshi. Cry.” Gii said emphasizing every word. Not waiting for an answer he started to leave the room. “What do you mean I made him cry?” He asked. “Why do you care? You’re not his lover or anything right?” Gii muttered. “Him being around is just a waste of your time or am I wrong?” Misu got to his feet and shoved Gii against the wall, “You shut the hell up Saki. You have no idea what’s going on between him and me.” “You’re right I don’t. What I do know is that boy is so far in love with you he’s nearly blind to everything else around him. He told Takumi and I himself he just needs to be with you for a few minutes and he’s happy.” Gii said. “Now why don’t you get off your high horse and do something about what you did.” Takumi looked up when he heard Gii’s door open. Shingyoshi had fallen asleep against his chest and he had just stayed there and allowed the younger boy to rest. “Gii?” Gii walked over and gently kissed his boyfriend’s cheek. “Takumi, when you go back to your room, don’t be surprised if Misu is slightly disheveled.” Takumi looked at Gii wide-eyed, “Eh? Gii what did you do?” “Something I should have done a long time a go, something that needed to be done.” Gii answered looking down at Shingyoshi. “We better get him back to his room. “ Takumi nodded as he gently shook Shingyoshi awake. Shingyoshi groaned lightly as he opened his eyes. At first he was unaware of his surroundings, but when he fully came to he felt his cheeks grow warm from embarrassment, “Gomen Hayama-san.” He pulled himself away from Takumi, his hair now even more disheveled then usual and his eyes were still slightly wet from crying. Both Takumi and Gii couldn’t help but chuckle, “It’s okay, but do you feel any better?” Shingyoshi took a deep breath and nodded allowing a faint smile to grace his lips, “Hai, arigatou. Please forgive me for interrupting your time together.” Gii smiled in return, “It’s no trouble. But you won’t say anything about-“ “Of course not senpai. I’m just glad you two get to spend some time together.” Shingyoshi answered. “I better get back to my room, thank you again.” He let himself out only to be greeted by Ooji. “I have a message from Misu.” The third year said gravely. “Hmm?” “You’re supposed to meet him in his and Hayama-kun’s room as soon as possible.” Ooji said. Shingyoshi only nodded, “Hai, thank you for the message.” He headed down the stairs in hopes to put as much distance as he could between himself and the member of what seemed to be a one sided rivalry. Knowing it would be best not to keep Misu waiting he headed to room 270 and knocked on the door. “Hai.” Shingyoshi slowly opened the door and entered the room. He kept his eyes cast down not wanting to look the other boy in the eye, “Ooji-senpai told me you wanted to see me.” He planned to find out what his crush wanted then return to his room for the night. “Come here.” Misu ordered. Shingyoshi for the first time disobeyed and stayed where he was, as close to the door and as far away from Misu as he could. “Did you want something from me Misu-senpai?” Misu was taken aback. Never before had Shingyoshi addressed him like that. “Yes, I want you to come over here and tell me if what Saki told me is true.” “I don’t understand.” “Did I make you cry?” Shingyoshi sighed, “It doesn’t matter.” He turned to leave. “Shingyoshi, look at me.” Shingyoshi stopped but didn’t turn around, “Why? So you can tell me what a waste of space I am? How you’re getting sick and tired of me hanging around? Well with all due respect Misu-senpai, let me save you the trouble. I’ll keep my distance from you from now on.” “Shingyoshi.” Misu stepped forward and grabbed the younger by the arm turning him around so he was forced to face him. What he saw nearly made him step back. Shingyoshi greeted him with a blank stare. His eyes were rimmed red and his cheeks were stained with dried tear tracks. “You came to see me, why?” “You wouldn’t care.” Shingyoshi said casting his eyes down only to have his chin raised and his lips captured by Misu’s. At first he tried to move away from the other boy but found he couldn’t escape and leaned into the kiss. Misu kissed the boy hard wrapping his arms around his waist pulling him closer. “Shingyoshi, tell me why.” Shingyoshi took a moment to catch his breath. “I don’t want to bother you with my problems.” He said casting his eyes down again. Misu tilted his chin up again looking him right in the eyes, “Shingyoshi, don’t disobey me again.” He led the other boy to his bed and made him sit down. “Now start explaining.” Shingyoshi took a deep breath. “Did I ever tell you why I wanted so badly to enroll in Shidou? Well it’s because I wanted- no- I needed to get away from my parents. Ever since I could remember they were arguing. It was getting to the point I couldn’t take it anymore. Coming here was the only option of escape that I had. “ He tightened his hands into fists, “Earlier today I received a phone call from my mom. She told me their separation is official, and they’ve made a decision that I should have had a say in. I told her I didn’t want anything to do with them because they never loved me.” He could feel tears pricking his eyelids again, “I don’t have a family anymore. I have no one who loves me anymore. No one who wants me.” Misu could hear the tears in his ‘pet’s voice. He pulled the other boy into his arms, “Gomen Shingyoshi, why didn’t you ever tell me?” Shingyoshi was taken by surprise when he felt Misu pull him closer, “I – I didn’t’ want to bother you with my problems.” He said between the sobs escaping his throat, “I have no one now.’ Misu made Shingyoshi look at him again, “That’s not true.’ He placed a soft kiss on the other boy’s lips, “And I’m going to prove it to you.” Shingyoshi choked back a gasp when he felt Misu push him back against the bed and slowly begin to trail kisses along his neck and collarbone. “Anou, Arata-san?” “Don’t speak Shingyoshi, just feel.” Misu said as he began unbuttoning Shingyoshi’s shirt. After each button had been opened he began to trail kisses on the other boy’s chest. Shingyoshi gasped, “Ah Arata-san.” Misu reached for Shingyoshi’s jeans and unbuttoned them. Shingyoshi intercepted Misu’s hands, “Wait, Arata-san don’t. I- I’m not ready for that yet, please.” Misu did as asked and pulled Shingyoshi closer, “Okay Shingyoshi. But I want you to promise me something. If something is troubling you, you tell me.” “But what if you’re busy?” Shingyoshi asked. “Doesn’t matter.” “Okay Arata-san. I promise.” Shingyoshi said curling further into the other boy’s arms. “Anou, Arata-san?” “Hmm?” “May I stay with you for a little longer please?” Misu stroked Shingyoshi scruffy hair and smiled. “Sure.” He stayed quiet for a few minutes. Soon he could hear the other boy’s soft breaths and he knew Shingyoshi had fallen asleep. “You may not think you’re wanted but you are.” He whispered gently before kissing the top of the other boy’s head. “And you always will be.” Well I hope anyone who read this enjoyed it. I may continue it after I finish up a few of my other fics. Please let me know what you thought.

A Shingyoshi Misu fic from Takumi-kun Series. “Hayama-san!” Takumi looked behind him to see Shingyoshi approach him. “Ah Shingyoshi-kun, we need to get going Gii and Akaike-kun are waiting for us.” Shingyoshi bowed low for a second. “Gomen Hayama-san.” “It’s okay but let’s go.” Takumi smiled and lead Shingyoshi towards the shops located just outside campus grounds. After some searching the two of the managed to find the right shop. “You promised Gii-senpai you would meet up with him at one o’clock right?” Shingyoshi asked as he followed his senpai into the shop. “Hmm, I’m pretty sure it’s this place.” Takumi answered as he entered the shop. Sure enough he smiled when he saw Gii and Akaike waiting for them. “Yo I see you two managed to arrive without getting lost.” Akaike said as he moved to greet the two arrivals. Gii offered both of them a smile. “We already ordered lunch. Let’s go in.” He turned and led the other three out to the patio. Shingyoshi trailed behind last and stopped dead in his tracks when he noticed one of the tables was occupied by non-other then Misu Arata himself and someone he didn’t want to see again. “Arata-san!” Gii noticed the other customers and greeted the two of them out of politeness and courtesy. “Good afternoon, Sagura-senpai Misu.” Sagara rose from his set and moved to speak to Gii in a quieted tone. “Saki. What’s the meaning of this? You told me students don’t really know about this place. So how come you’re here?” Gii knew that Sagara wanted to have some alone time with Misu but he had secretly promised to help Takumi get Shingyoshi and Misu together and he wouldn’t go back on his word. “Everywhere else was closed so we came here.” He explained, “I’m sorry we won’t bother you.” “What are you apologizing for, you don’t happen to get that table did you?” Sagara asked. “Don’t worry about us.” Gii requested. “Please just enjoy yourself.” Takumi moved over to stand next to Akaike. “Akaike-kun, is it possible Gii planned this?” Akaike himself wasn’t sure what his best friend had up his sleeve. “Maybe.” “Then, Takumi, Shingyoshi, let’s sit.” Gii offered as he took a seat at the table. Takumi and Akaike sat down as well but Shingyoshi stood where he was. “Um Hayama-san Gii senpai, would you excuse me for now?” Shingyoshi asked as politely as he could. Takumi’s eyes widened with concern. “Huh why?” Shingyoshi glanced up to see Misu looking at him but broke eye contact almost immediately after seeing those eyes. He couldn’t look at him without feeling jealousy. “What’s up?” Sagara asked catching Misu’s attention. “Are you feeling sick again?” Misu shook his head in hopes to reassure his senpai. Sagara looked over at Shingyoshi. “I remembered. Aren’t you Examinee number 135, Shingyoshi-kun?” Shingyoshi glanced at Sagara. “Yes.” Sagara leaned back against his seat. “I thought so. I was sure I had seen you somewhere before.” “Thank for treating me back then.” Shingyoshi said bowing. “Don’t’ think about it” Sagara said. “Did Misu console you properly?” “Just let it be, senpai.” Misu requested. “It was a long time ago.” You’re acting embarrassed again.” Sagara said as he reached over to pat his kouhai’s head. Misu moved from Sagara’s reach. “Please stop treating me like I’m a child. “Well then excuse me.” Shingyoshi said wanting to get away as quick as he could. He bowed briefly to both parties before heading towards the inside of the shop. Takumi stood up. “Shingyoshi-kun!” He was stopped when Gii grabbed his arm. Misu moved from his seat as quick as he could and walked over to the youngest boy reaching for is hand to stop him from leaving. “Shingyoshi.”

Summary: Knowing he's been cheated, he waits for his lover determined to end it but his lover has other plans for him. Status: Discontinued I was in doubt ever since I joined about posting this. It's not about the critics, I'd love to get some.. but I'm shy I wrote this text in November 2011. I had it published in a small electronic newspaper and read it aloud in a bar in front of at least 25 people. The reactions were terrific. Now I can only hope you will like it. Dreaming in monochrome I am so pathetic. Why would I wait for him to come home? What am I waiting for in the first place? Whenever he comes home he smells of them, whoever they are. It’s never the same perfume but it hurts nonetheless. Each day is a same story singled out. Does it even make sense? My everyday is dull, moronic, I’m jaded. We were so happy, I’m sure. I always took care of his happiness in the first place and followed him in all of his enthusiastic missions so why? Am I not enough? Have I got boring? I can hear the key in the lock as I sit motionless on the couch in the living room. He’s going to find me like this. Few cans of beer scattered around because of my failed attempt to get drunk and me in tears, in one of his tee shirts. He makes all those soft sounds when he walks around the apartment. I don’t know how that is possible but I can actually hear his footsteps even on the rugs. I don’t dive in that one for now – I have serious matters to discuss with him. The light is switched on. He’s standing there, looking better than I’ve ever seen him. Better then what he looked like when we started going out and he was trying to impress me with his refined taste. But I can feel all that’s happened. I can almost see through the air silhouettes of those he spends his nights with, all around him, trying to lick and kiss and bite any piece of him available. Like starving monsters. He’s staring at me in disbelief. What have you done? I can almost hear him say. But he doesn’t say anything and that’s confusing and painful. “Was it good?” I hear myself asking him, my voice nothing but rough. “Yes,” he shortly replies and goes away, in the bedroom I suppose. Distant rustling of material and I’m sure he is throwing away the smelly clothes and changing into something else. Very soon he comes back to me. He smells of soap – he’s washed himself. I don’t even want to be close to him. “The meeting went fine,” he says and I know that he’s lying to me. There has been no meeting. “How are you? What have you been up to?” – Oh he’s trying to start a conversation. “Was it a girl or was it a boy?” I say instead of answering his questions and he has the grace to look shocked. That shock however quickly morphs into something that I can’t define. It’s not anger but he’s not calm either. He’s upset. He stands up, I didn’t even notice him sitting next to me. He continues staring, trying to determine how drunk I am, I guess. “What?” he finally says, his voice a funny level I didn’t know he could approach. Usually I’m the one with squeaky voice when… oh I won’t go there. “Ducky… you’ve had too much of that beer. Come on, I will take you to bed” I raise my head to look at him properly and I see concern. He’s worried about me. I laugh and it startles him. I’m not a person who’s into alcohol. I’m straight edge. Or now I’m not? I wave my arms around in a ridiculous attempt to start saying something. “I’m fine,” I end up replying and I settle down, my eyes turned towards the rug under our feet. He comes to kneel in front of me, his expression open and concerned. He’s an actor, of course he can do this. “What’s going on?” he asks and I don’t feel like answering. I play with the pillow in my arms. I don’t know when I grabbed it but it feels good, I have something to do with my hands. “Ducky? Kkuma? Let’s go to bed” he’s persistent. I shake my head slowly. It’s heavy and I can barely think because I feel like all in my brain is painted red and there are these black letters which form the word Cheater. It’s like I have a constant symphony of screams in my head. “Please? I will…” he trails off, suggesting that he’s got something in stock for me once we get to the bedroom. I ignore him and it’s affecting him, it seems. He sighs, leans his chin on the pillow and catches my eyes with his beautiful pair of green. Why should he be allowed to be so gorgeous? I lose myself in his eyes and I don’t notice the smirk playing on his lips. I lean in and he does as well, both seemingly eager to get our lips together, to get a taste. The angle is weird but he’s kissing me and anything else doesn’t matter at the moment. He doesn’t waste time but runs his tongue across my lower lip and I let him in. I give up and I let him have his way with me. ~ I’m not sure how much time passed but he’s still there, on his knees in front of me and now he’s not kissing my mouth but my belly. And his hands pull down on my pajamas until he has them taken off. I’m still so very motionless and even if it unnerves him he doesn’t show it. Right now I can see him smirking but the smirk that he’s got is a different one, one that he obtains before he… oh, that feels wonderful. I grip the couch cover and whatever comes in my way and lean my head back, losing myself in the feeling of his mouth on my cock. It’s amazing in every possible way and I’m not sure why I don’t ask him to suck me off more often. I’m not aware of the sounds I produce, I could never be. He says I’m quite vocal and he likes it. I don’t mind it if he likes it then. He eyes me as he circles the head of my cock with his tongue and I almost come then. Almost. Quickly after that he pulls back and comments on my sensitivity. I’m ready to ask him if he dislikes it but he adds that it makes me even sweeter if possible. And that he’s going to fuck me. After I return the favour. Feeling cozy I don’t want to move but he’s there in front of me, standing and touching himself over his pajama pants and it looks so enchanting. He smiles and beckons me one more time and I slither down in front of the couch, on my knees. My fingers shake as I pull on the waistband of his pajamas and even though I don’t know whether it’s real or not I hear him laughing. His cock is hard. Maybe the one he fucked tonight left him unsatisfied. I shift through various positions as I take him in my mouth and work him my best. I love the feeling of his cock hitting up the roof of my throat and what I love most are his sharp intakes of breath and barely there sighs. It pleases me and I silently wonder whether one of his fuck buddies can suck his cock the way I can, the way I do. I take it all and I put my hands on his thighs. It’s not some divine feeling and my throat closes around the huge object inside my mouth but it pleases him and sometimes I get the feeling I live for pleasing him. I pull back to take a breath and he chants “Again, again…” endlessly, his hips rocking in empty. I lick random patches, ignoring his plea until he shoves his cock deep in my mouth and fucks it for all its worth. I protest with moans but he likes it. He generally likes dominating me in every way possible. I realize all of a sudden that I still have some power over him and I gently move his hands away from my head and make my decision in a span of a second. I slowly lick the underside of his cock and I can feel him in anticipation, truly wondering what my plans for him are. Then I run my tongue over the slit and I feel proud and I feel powerful as his whole manly façade crumbles when he shudders. Of course it’s short lived and he has me pinned down on the rug before I can say anything but it was worth it. His hands are soft as he caresses random parts of my body and he tries the thing with the nipples even though he knows I hate it because my nipples are always completely numb. He kisses me and kisses my throat. Soft but strong arms grip on my thighs and I know that he will fuck me into the floor but perhaps that is what I need. He’s gone. I turn my head and I see him crawling towards his jacket thrown on the couch. He takes out a tube that is all too familiar and I have tears in my eyes because it just confirms the terrible truth no matter how much he ignores and tries to conceal it. I cry like a little baby while he’s coating his fingers and his cock and I go through the whole process of his delicate thrusts of fingers in my arse with a blissful ignorance. I can no longer be ignorant when he puts his cock in as I can’t be when his eyes catch mine. I’m not sure if this is fucking or a staring competition. He’s not gentle, not the slightest bit. He was so gentle during the first few months. He treated me like a delicate object, he used to endlessly explore and cherish my body until I begged him for more. I’m not sure what happened. Weren’t we supposed to talk about this? I loll my head in every direction because it’s so good after all. He knows precisely where to thrust to make me moan like a little slut, he knows everything about me and I’m left here with the knowledge of nothing. I feel so stupid and I feel so good and I’m somehow aware that I’m losing myself but he’s on top of me and his cock is in my arse and it’s all so good and wrong and all in the same time. The whole world is painted in the shades of him. I look at him and he smirks again. “He was so good you know…” he says and I can’t believe what I’m hearing. “They are always so good…and tight, they moan like you…but no one can reach you baby…” I don’t want to listen to this. It hurts so much. “Stop,” I plead but he’s having none of it. I have given him myself and he’s going to use me as he wishes. It’s all my fault. His sweet voice fills everything. “You’re pathetic…” he confirmed it… “…but you are the best fuck.” “Stop it!” I scream and it’s deliciously wrong how I come in the same moment. He chuckles and thrusts deep, his eyes more alive than I have ever seen them. I embrace myself as I try to lock him out but he singles himself out in my world and again he’s all I can see and feel and smell and touch. He’s here and he’s everywhere and he comes and fills my hole up. ~ I feel his fingers on my chest, tracing invisible lines and playing with my nipples. I don’t want to acknowledge him but he insists on cuddling after what he considers as awesome sex. He leans in closer and whispers in my ear “Are you mad at me?” a noticeable chuckle in his voice. I refuse to answer. It hurts so much that I feel like ripping my chest apart. I will never be able to understand his motives but it’s happened and he no longer denies it. I can no longer live the way I used to. I can no longer live with the knowledge. I know it will happen again because he’s just like that. He stands up and he’s going to leave me, I’m sure. He’s going to leave me to pick up the pieces of myself while being able to see only the shades of him everywhere around me, composing the world.

Summary: A wonderful story about Ryuu and Kenta, about love and friendship. A delicious story about how love for friends and lover can make us overcome anything. Status: Complete Author Note: This is not fanfiction. If that is not allowed then please delete. Also this is a multi-chapter novel so expect plot. ^^ Chapter 1a Fantasy Ryuu It can be funny how things change. In just a few months my life is completely different from what it was. Looking back I’m amazed that so much happened in such a short amount of time. Stretching my legs out underneath the table I looked at my band mates. Akira was texting someone, probably Reiko. Sora was in the process of trying to get himself hit. “Stop it Sora.” Hasu yanked the handheld out of the bassist’s reach glaring at him. I didn’t bother to hide my amusement, letting a chuckle slip free. “You are going to lose, just let me beat that boss for you.” “No, I can do it if you’d quit pestering me. Damn it Sora! You made me lose again.” I laughed softly and slid out of my seat, swaying with the movement of the bus. Hasu didn’t cuss all that often and when he did- “Ow! Owowowow! Let go! I’m sorry! I won’t do it again.” I glanced back over to see Hasu with a fist full of Sora’s long red hair holding his head against the table. His eyes were firmly fixed on the small screen even as Sora struggled to get loose. Hasu might be almost a foot shorter and four years younger, but it was pretty obvious that Sora had no chance. Our little drummer was strong enough to flip the tall bassist on his head, quite literally. Turning back around, I opened the small fridge and grabbed myself a Coke. The weekend had gone exceptionally well. Both concerts had been huge hits and I’d met my new best friend. Speaking of Tatsuya, I pulled my phone out of my pocket and grinned seeing the text message. Shopping was on for next weekend. If I got bored this week I might invite him out to eat or something. I’d never met anyone quite like him and we’d had so much fun coming up with new outfit ideas. I really couldn’t wait to see him again. Sitting back down, I took a sip of the coke. Speaking of seeing people again . . . it was going to be a couple of days before I got to see Kenta again. I sighed, running my finger along the lip of the can. Maybe Reiko was right. Maybe I was just chasing after a dream. I just couldn’t let it go. Not yet. After all the time I’d spent around him he’d seen me at my best and my worst and he still was just as patient and kind as ever. I know I’m not the easiest person to get along with. I’m too emotional and act before I fully think things through. At least that is what everyone tells me. I took another sip of the Coke, thinking. “What’s wrong, Ryuu?” I looked up to meet Akira’s light brown eyes. “Nothing, was just thinking.” “Did you have fun this weekend?” I nodded, “Yeah. Tatsuya and I are going to get together this week. He’s got some wicked ideas for new concert outfits.” Akira shook his head, a wry smile twisting the full lips. “You two knowing each other scares me.” I couldn’t help but giggle at that, even if there was a hint of pain in it. “He’s so much fun! Oh my god, I can’t wait to see him again.” Something in Akira’s eyes changed slightly and I looked away knowing it had sounded forced. “What are you hiding Ryuu?” Trust Akira to see right through me. I shrugged, unable to keep the smile in place. Truthfully, I wasn’t looking forward to going back to my huge empty apartment. I loved being with everyone, meeting Tatsuya had seemed to underline the fact that without my friends around I was nothing. That old fear from high school from before I’d met Sora always tried to resurface then. What if they only were friends with me because my family was wealthy? What if it was all fake? With Sora I knew it wasn’t. For one, we’d been friends for too long and his family was almost as well off as mine. “Umm, you guys going to come over sometime this week? We’ve got that new material . . .” “Ryuu, if you want us to come over just say so. You don’t have to make up an excuse for us to come over.” Sora’s gentle tone actually made me feel worse. It made me feel like a whiny, needy, self centered jerk. “Oh no, it’s cool. I was just wondering. I know it’s been a really busy weekend and I don’t expect you guys to come over.” I glanced back over at Akira studying him for a moment. He’d changed in the year since he’d met Reiko. He was more confident and happier. A lot happier. I would never have been able to make him as happy as Reiko did. Even now that thought hurt. I loved him, more than he probably realized, but I’d slowly come to realize that it wouldn’t have worked no matter how hard I tried. That led me to think about Kenta. Just thinking about those sultry dark eyes and the deep voice gave me chills. He was the quiet, calm presence that my life had been lacking for so long. “You are thinking about Kenta aren’t you?” I looked up expecting to get the usual sarcasm from Sora, instead he was looking at me concern clearly visible in the light green eyes. I couldn’t hold his gaze. “Was it that obvious?” “Well lately it’s been pretty obvious that . . . “ Sora paused and looked over at Hasu who was once again absorbed in his game. He picked up the headphones and after plugging them in, put them on Hasu getting a look but no argument. Sometimes the big oaf was more protective than he needed to be. “You like him don’t you?” I looked back over at Akira surprised. “I know how affectionate you are Ryuu, but the way you look at him is totally different.” I took another long drink of my Coke wanting to avoid the conversation. “It’s pointless though. Reiko is right.” “You don’t know Ryuu.” I looked at Sora but his eyes were on Hasu, not the game, but Hasu. I almost smirked, but we were both in the same situation. We liked people we couldn’t have and who were oblivious to our feelings. At least the person I liked was my age. “I know he seems distant, but you are his employer after all.” “What you suggesting I fire him so I can date him?” “No, I’m just saying that you shouldn’t give up.” “I agree with Sora.” Akira’s soft look seemed to sharpen the pain in my chest. “Just give it some time. I’ll see if Suke knows anything, they do work together you know.” “Y-yeah, thanks.” Akira's older brother was a gang member as well and I knew that Suke and Kenta worked together all the time. I wasn’t sure if I wanted to know. I’d rather things stay as they were. I could be happy just being by him couldn’t I? I looked over at where Sora was practically laying over on Hasu to see the screen, softly whispering pointers. It would be worth it just to be Kenta’s friend if nothing else. *** “Oh come on Ryuu! You can’t be serious!” I blinked at Akira surprised. “But I thought you’d like it-“ “It’s a skirt Ryuu! A fucking skirt!” “B-but it’s just part of the outfit-“ “I don’t care! You are not making me the girl of the band.” “I wasn’t trying to! I just thought-“ “Yeah, you thought wrong. Like usual.” I gasped softly, shocked at the hostile tone and glare. I was not used to Akira getting so upset and especially not with me. Grabbing the outfit out of his hands, I backed up. I started to say something, but the way he was looking at me seemed to close my throat off. Turning I fled down the hallway, slamming the door to my room shut behind me. Throwing the offending outfit I sat down on the floor, my back to the door. Closing my eyes I brushed away the tears. I couldn’t handle him yelling at me. His outfit had been the most difficult to get right and for him to so obviously hate it hurt. I’d worked two weeks on the design with Tatsuya’s input. Two weeks for nothing. Tatsuya was going to be so disappointed. Not to mention that now I felt like a complete idiot. “Ryuu?” “Just forget it. You’re right. I’m just stupid and can’t do anything right.” I could hear him sigh through the door. “You’re not stupid Ryuu-“ “No you were right, even Reiko says that all my ideas fail. I should just give up. Why do you guys even bother . . .” I couldn’t stop the tears anymore even as much as I hated them. I pulled my knees up to my chest and buried my face in my arms. I could hear Sora talking to Akira in the hallway but didn’t bother trying to make out the words. Why was I so stupid? I knew how Akira felt about looking feminine. It was just the outfit was perfect for him, or at least I thought so. He looked so good in anything I put him in, it almost wasn’t fair. The voices faded and I decided that I probably should go tell Akira I was sorry. I knew how sensitive he was about looking feminine. I’d just gotten caught up in the excitement and hadn’t been thinking. Going over to the pile of fabric, I picked it up and set it on the bed. It would have to be altered, but I could probably make it into something Akira would feel more comfortable wearing. Going to the bathroom I splashed a bit of cold water on my face trying to wash away the tears, but my eyes were still a bit red. Shaking my head, I glared at myself in the mirror. “You are lucky anyone even wants to be friends with you.” I told the reflection. “Stupid emotional idiot.” “I’d rather you didn’t talk about yourself that way, Ryuu.”