KuraiAmore

kuraiamore @ 2009-06-13T00:14:00

2009-06-12T14:44:25Z

FUUUUCKINGG HELL YESSS!!!!!

SEMETER 1 IS FINALLY FINALLY FINALLLY OVERRRR!! =D

Only two more weeks until holidays~ HAPPPYY!! And I'll finally be able to find time to catch up with Alice Nine again :D

Seriously, I didn't think that this year (or the half year, so far) would ever ben so good to me >.< Even though all my contacts from my old school, and Cindy, Anna or whoever always look at me with a "WTF IS UP WITH ALL THIS WORK?" kinda look, I gotta admit that I'm genuinely happy to be at Macrob. Weird as it might seem, yes, I DO like my school.

Hell, I'll even have to admit looking forward to catching the morning train and watching the sun rise as I make my way to school, nevermind how many curses fly from my mouth about how early it is. Even though I do dislike the work, assignments, (certain) teachers, maths; I love meeting everyone I have there. Making friends seem so easy, and I don't feel scared or intimidated to let my opinions show.

Sure, I'm still ignored, but only half as much as I was at my old school. Sure, I still find majorly loud classes as annoying as hell, but I can tolerate them now, and sometimes, my group is the one making all the noise in the room. Sure, I find the work annoying and complicated (especially MATHS, GAH I HATE IT), but I can cope with it, and seriously feel proud of myself when I get a good score (although that'll never happen in Maths).

Notice how much I hate Maths? My friends have too >.<

But whatever.

Right now, I just feel so grateful for everything that I have, and ever though I might not show it, I'm going to do my best to keep it.

Everyone that I've met, they're all giving a little push even without noticing, and I feel as though I'm flying through the clouds.Sometimes, I laugh so much that my sides hurt. At first, it was a really foreign feeling, laughing with such ease. But now, I'm used to it, and I can go to school feeling happy about the surroundings I'm in.
And even if this is really selfish to say, I don't regret leaving Marian. I don't regret leaving fake and real tears that asked me to stay behind, behind red iron gates.
I'm not sorry for leaving Erin by herself, for letting go of the midnight sessions I had with Uyen on msn, for making Jennifer cry on our last day.

I don't know what else to say, or write. I suppose that I just want to reaffirm my feelings about this year, say that I'm so lucky.
I've never experienced pain, not real pain.

I need to say thank you. But I don't know where to start.

kuraiamore @ 2009-05-13T22:56:00

2009-05-13T13:13:42Z

Title: Cherished Simplicity
Author: KuraiAmore
Status/Chapter: Oneshot
Rating/Warning: G (All)
Pairing: Indications of : ToraxSaga, ShouxHiroto
Disclaimer: Obviously, nothing is mine but the plotline
Summary: A simple night; a simple treasure
A/N: Right, so there isn't really anything to this fic, but once I wrote it, I sent it to some friends to read and they all seemed to really like it, so I hope that you'll enjoy it too.
X-posted.

~
Hiroto had never been much of a deep sleeper, or even a sleeper at all. Staying up til late, and yet getting up early enough to wake anyone within a twenty metre radius; he sometimes wondered why people shook their heads at his overactive attitude. After all, what was the point of sleeping if you could be awake, bouncing around and having fun? That was so much more Hiroto-style.

That was why he knew that this night; he definitely wasn’t going to get any form of sleep, whatsoever. Honestly, it was hard enough for him to shut his eyes and drift off to la-la-land without any distraction, but this! This was just making it impossible for a night of rest.

The body lying next to his side turned around for the twelfth time (yes, Hiroto had been counting), and an arm came crashing down on his shoulder. He waited until a sleepy, contented sigh was heard, before nudging the arm away from him, and moving even closer to the edge of the bed. Suddenly, a leg flew out of nowhere and kicked him on the back of his shins, pulling away seconds later to curl up underneath the blanket. Hiroto was now in danger of falling completely off the bed, and had moved the pillow onto the bedside cupboard to rest on. There just seemed to be no room with Nao’s body constantly rotating and turning as he slept.

Once again, Hiroto cursed the lousy management of the hotel, who had somehow mixed up their ordered rooms and caused the dilemma that he was now faced with. Seriously, how was it possible to mistake the number ‘three’ for ‘two’?

They had clearly ordered three rooms; two double rooms and a single room. What had they ended up with? One double room and one single room.

Usually, Nao (since he was their leader), would have been given the luxury of the single room, but circumstances being what they were, the band had decided to work out the matter in a mature and logical way.

And yet, even though he was the best player, Tora had won the game, meaning that he received the desired single room. Hiroto decided that he would never mention ‘Jan, Ken, Po’ as a way of settling things ever again.

And so, Hiroto, Shou, Saga and Nao made their way to the double room, and though all were angered at the idea of not getting the single room for themselves (Hiroto had no real reason to be angry though; it was the others who had to deal with getting woken up by Hiroto himself), they were somewhat satisfied to realise that the two beds of the double room were, in fact, double beds. Better than a double room with two single beds anyway, unlike a previous hotel they had recently taken accommodations in, which had provided single beds that felt like bathroom rugs.

At least the double beds that they had now were soft and firm, separated by a small bedside cupboard, which Hiroto was currently resting his head on. All in all, they couldn’t complain about the quality of the room. It was at quite a high standard, providing an ensuite and luscious spa, T.V (with complimentary DVDs), a mini-bar plus mugs, coffee and tea packets (much to Nao’s pleasure – there was even a kettle for heating the water), walk-in wardrobe, picturesque view of the city, air conditioners and heating, and even a comfortable armchair and footstool. Shou’s PlayStation Portable had even picked up the internet connection surrounding the hotel. Really, they couldn’t complain.

By the time they were done with scrutinizing the room, the four unlucky members of alice nine. turned to the real problem they had to face.

Organizing the sleeping arrangements.

Eventually, they managed to seek out the best way to solve the problem. It took a while, but they finally found two different coloured pens, after an immense rummaging through all their bags. Black and blue were the colours that were used to determine who slept with who, and on which bed. It was agreed on that the two people who picked out black would sleep on the bed nearest to the door, while the two who picked out the blue would sleep on the bed closest to the window. Shou ripped out a page of his notebook into four pieces; scribbling twice in black and twice in blue. He then folded the pieces up and dropped them into his hat, gave it a shake and placed it in the middle of the small circle they had subconsciously created.

The fact that Hiroto pulled out a black scribble meant that he couldn’t even gaze out the window to see his beloved stars. Though he probably couldn’t see them even if he were near the window, considering the number of city lights that still glimmered at midnight.

Hiroto would have never believed that their drummer would have ever been such an active sleeper; perhaps there was a reason for Nao to always sleep by himself during tours. Because he really just couldn’t get to sleep with all the kicking and arm flailing that had happened within the past two hours, and was bound to keep happening throughout the night. Just as he thought that, another one of Nao’s body parts hit him square on the back, and his body went tumbling out of the bed.

Surprisingly, he landed with hardly a sound, aside from the soft thump that was muffled by the carpeted floor. Despite that, it seemed that the other people occupying the other bed heard him.

“Hey Hiroto,” Shou whispered, leaning over Saga’s body, “is that you?”

“Shou, get off! You’re so heavy,” Saga complained, keeping his voice at a minimum level.

“You should just eat more. You’re the skinniest out of all of us, you know.”

“It’s not my fault that I have fast metabolism!”

“Hey guys!” Hiroto hushed, interjecting before a loud argument broke out, “he’s still sleeping you know!”

Shou and Saga looked over at Nao, who appeared to be sweetly settled in the land of dreams.

“Oh right!” they said together, before erupting into soft, childlike giggles.

Hiroto couldn’t help avoiding the contagious laughter, and soon, all three of them experienced the pain of trying to suppress a lively laugh.

“Oh damn it! My stomach hurts,” Saga whispered, holding his belly in a cradle formed by his arms.

“No kidding!” Shou gasped out as softly as he could. Just then, an unexpected round of laughter seized him again and he was forced to bury his face into the pillow in order to muffle his mirth. Even Hiroto could see that Shou’s body was shaking with light spasms from all the laughter.

The youngest of them was holding his hand up to his mouth, hoping that it was enough to keep his own raucous chortles from becoming too loud. It clearly wasn’t, as he continuously broke into little hiccups of laughter, unable to control himself.

Suddenly, the body lying on the other bed gave a soulful sigh and a few mutterings. The dark object wrapped in the fluffy blankets twisted and turned while the others waited in apprehensive silence. Finally, Nao stopped wiggling around on the bed, settling on facing them with a blissful smile stretched across his features.

Hiroto, Saga and Shou let out their breath, turning to face each other.

There it was again. That sensation that made them want to burst out with absolute craziness and laugh until they literally had tears running down their faces.

However, just before that could happen, a few melodious beeps rang softly in the room, and Saga’s cell phone screen lit up with the ‘New Message’ icon.

Shou cocked an eyebrow in Hiroto’s direction and Hiroto raised one back. Saga blushed slightly.

“It’s not like that,” he hissed, “it’s from Tora, see?”

Shou only smirked. “Read it!”

You awake? Im bored
Its so lonely here
The doors unlocked
Come over?

Saga’s cheeks reddened at the implication of the message.

“I know what you’re thinking,” he said, in Shou’s direction, “and it’s nothing like that.”

“Sure, sure,” Shou said airily, leaning over Saga’s shoulder to read the message. “It’s definitely nothing, isn’t it Saga?”

Hiroto grinned. “Aww! Leave poor Saga alone, Shou! Anyways, at the rate that we’re going, we’re going to end up waking Nao up. How ‘bout we head over to Tora’s room?”

“Yes, let’s!” Shou agreed, bouncing softly on the bed, “did you hear that Saga? We’re going to Tora’s room!”

Saga retaliated by sticking his tongue out at Shou, who only smiled brightly. They tiptoed quietly across the room and pass Nao, quickly filing out into the corridor. Saga made sure to close the door firmly before the trio headed off to Tora’s room. Reaching it, they found that the door was indeed unlocked.

Stepping inside, they saw Tora laying in bed and reading a manga book by lamp. Quickly, Shou and Hiroto jumped onto Tora’s bed.

“We got your message!”

Tora gave Saga a pointed look, to which Saga only shrugged before joining them on the bed.

“So how come you two aren’t asleep?” he asked, addressing Shou and Hiroto.

“Nao kept on kicking and hitting me,” Hiroto said.

“And I was in the same bed as Saga, so of course I couldn’t have fallen asleep,” Shou said, grinning cheekily.

“You’re just impossible, aren’t you Shou?” groaned Saga, slapping his forehead with his hand. “Move over there and give me some space.”

Shou obliged, watching happily as Saga took his place next to Tora. Instead, he moved over the other side of the bed, content with leaning against both Tora and Hiroto.

Conversation flitted between the four band members, sharing laughter and memories.

“Do you remember the time when Hiroto was on stage and his pants ripped at the crotch?”

“Haha! Yeah, but no one noticed because he kept his guitar over it.”

“What, you think that I want to be showing off my underwear to the world?”

“Hey, at least you guys are lucky to have instruments to cover yourselves up with. I can never forget how embarrassed I was when we first started out and my pants ripped.”

“No one even noticed it!”

“Yeah but still, all I have is a microphone. At least you guys have guitars.”

“Oh that reminds me! Do you remember when…?”

They had become so absorbed in their reminisce that they failed to hear the opening of the door.

It was only when Nao tumbled into the room wearing his pyjamas and clinging onto a pillow that they realised someone had entered.

“I was wondering where everyone went,” Nao said sleepily, “I woke up and Shou, Saga and Hiroto weren’t in the room. I thought from a moment that you guys were playing a prank on me.”

They all smiled a tender, little smile at their band leader, who looked very much like Pooh Bear as he clutched onto the pillow.

“We wouldn’t leave you there like that,” Saga said.

“Yeah,” Hiroto reassured, “you were just sleeping so soundly and we were talking. We were scared that we might wake you.”

Shou nudged Hiroto discreetly with his elbow, finding the scene to be so cute and adorable.

“Get on the bed,” Tora said, noting how Nao still seemed tired and slightly dazed, “you’ll get cold standing there and it’s about time that we all should be sleeping anyways.”

Nao nodded and made his way over to the bed. Shou threw back the blanket and Saga pointed out a small spot next to him where Nao would fit. Instead, Nao collapsed straight onto the bed and its occupants. His head landed on Shou’s stomach while his body stretched over Tora’s legs, curling up to avoid dangling over the side. He was asleep again almost immediately.

Saga reached over and patted their leader’s forehead affectionately, then retracted his arm and cuddled up against Tora. Tora, in return, nuzzled his face into Saga’s hair and together, they fell asleep.

Shou looked back at Hiroto, a content smile spreading over his face.

“We’re so lucky,” he said, giving a small sigh before his eyelids fluttered close. He slept as the first rays of the sun glimmered softly into the room, his face cushioned against Hiroto’s chest.

Hiroto watched as light attempted to break through the curtains and invade the room. Normally, around this time, he would be up and about, racing around the room and creating an outlet for his energy. But this day was a day to be treasured, though nothing of importance had happened. He wanted to spend time with his friends, in this moment unspoiled.

With that thought in mind, he snuggled closer and drifted into sleep as the final stars left the morning sky.

~
Thanks very much for reading! I had a lot of fun writing this, but I didn't post it immediately cause I had trouble with the title XD Anyways, please comment!

kuraiamore @ 2009-04-26T16:35:00

2009-04-26T06:41:51Z

Dialogue Piece

“Just sit back, relax and let me do all the work. It’s going to hurt if you’re too tense.”

“It’s going to hurt anyway! What does being tense or relaxed have anything to do with it?”

Aaron sighed, placing his hand on Jay’s shoulder. “You trust me, don’t you?”

“I…”

“Exactly. We’re best friends man. Just let me put it in, okay?”

Jay whimpered softly; the noise transmitting to his friend’s ears, though Aaron made no indication of ever hearing it.

“Watch me,” Aaron insisted, using one hand to cup Jay’s cheek and the other to push his hair out of his eyes. “Watch the way that I do it, so that you’ll be able to put it in on your own later.”

Jay’s eyes widened at the thought.

“We’re doing this again?” he half-screamed, flailing against the headboard of the bed.

“Shh! My parents aren’t asleep yet! Do you want us to get caught?”

“You’re crazy,” Jay muttered underneath his breath, one hand clenching the sheets of the bed.

“I keep telling you: trust me. It’ll feel good once it’s in, okay?”

“How can it feel good? Oh God – you’re crazy and masochistic!”

“Far out – just calm down! I’ve done this hundreds of times before, so listen to me. Okay, it’ll hurt a bit when it goes in – I won’t lie about that; but once it’s in, you’ll be fine.”

“I can’t believe that I’m letting you talk me into this!”

“Believe it. Now, just look over my shoulder and concentrate on something. I’m going in.”

“Did you have to tell me that?” Jay asked, but did what he was instructed to as the other teenager leant in closer. “Just get it over and done with, ok- Ouch!”

Aaron drew back and looked over his friend.

“The girls love it,” he said proudly as their new identical earrings glinted in the soft glow of the T.V light.

Impression Piece

The heat was stripped from the room as a cold breeze sung past and chilled him through the silkiness of his robes. The door that was opened never made a sound, even as it was shut and the outside air was cut off.

She had come to him cyclically for the past seven months, blossoming in his hands, just as all the others before her.

He inhaled deeply, filling his senses with the fragrance of her perfume; of moonflowers. Opening his eyes, he glanced out the translucent-curtained window as grey clouds parted and a shining, white orb glistened in the sky. His little moonflower would not wither tonight.

Tentative steps flittered silently along the polished floor, the small shuffles causing trembles to run through the hardwood and vibrate against him.

A pause.

A match was struck and the sound echoed in the stillness of the room. He felt as the heat danced, imagining the fire moving until it came to a standstill. The light dimmed as her slender, pale hand cupped the candle, shielding the flames from his sight. She pulled her hand away and the brightness poured into the room once again, setting contrast between shadows and darkness.

Half painted red lips parted and a sensual sigh whispered to his ears. Her erotic perfume laced with the aroma of smoke.

The soft padding of bare footsteps descended upon him, alerting him of her closeness before the warmth of her breath glided over his neck. Lissom hands traced over his broad shoulders, moving to run down over his back until they reached the soft palliasse that he sat upon.

A deep intake of breath.

She hesitated.

Her hands began massaging up his back, tracing patterns of hearts and love characters. She reached his height once again and wrapped her arms around him, enveloping him in a possessive embrace.

Slowly, he lifted his hand and stroked the silken locks of her hair, tugging softly on the ornaments holding everything in place. Unhurried, he trailed his fingertips along the curve of her neck until he reached the sleeve of her silk robes.

Too silky; too grand for her stature.

As he laid her across the open mattress, he pulled the pin that fastened her hair together, allowing the haphazardly shortened strands to flow down her back. He spared a single second to notice the sole adorning flower.

Love-lies-bleeding.

The luminescence of the moon filtered through the translucent curtains.

kuraiamore @ 2009-04-21T18:42:00

2009-04-21T09:22:41Z

SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT!!!!! FUCKING HELL SHIT!!!!!!!!!
JUST WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS?!?!?FUCK SHIT FUCK SHIT FUCK SHIT!!! OMG OMG OMG SHIT SHIT SHIT!!!!

I LOST MY PENCILCASE DAMMITT!!! THAT'S LIKE.... FIVE FUCKING NIGHTS OF WORK!! SHIT SHIT SHIT!!!! D=

MY PIECES OF MY WRITING CLASS, MY HEALTH, MY LETTER TO THE EDITOR.... OH FUCK MY LETTER TO THE EDITOR, I FORGOT ABOUT THAT!! FUCK FUCK FUCK SHIT SHIT SHIT!!!

OMG~ Someone tell me where it is please!!!! I'm freaking out so badly right now!! My writing assessment's due in TWO DAYS and I lost all my work on it!! SHIETT!! I don't even know when my Letter to the Editor is due !! Whether or not it's tomorrow or Friday! Ohmaigoddddd~ what to do?!?!
Thank god I've already sent my Health to Han so that she can do the Flash movie, which means that I haven't lost the original of that, luckily >.<
BUT SERIOUSLY!!! MY WRITING!!! FOR MY WRITING PORTFOLIO!! At least I saved my Description Piece here in LJ.... and what of my Dialogue and Impressions piece?! OMGG STRESS!! Two days... I can do that.... except, I've been so sleep depraved from non-sleep over the holidays, that I'm not sure that I can produce the same standard that I was so proud of myself again.... OMG FRICKING SHIT!
And I was meant to email to Tracy to proof read as well!! Omgg~

And worse yet... I'VE LOST OTHER LISA'S USB!!!! T__T SHE'S GONNA HATE ME!! OMGG!! ALL I WANTED TO DO WAS PUT ALICE NINE MUSIC INTO HER USB! AND MAYBE SOME PVs!!! AND NOW I'VE GONE AHEAD AND LOST IT! ALONG WITH EVERYTHING ELSE IN MY PENCILCASE!! ALL MY DARLING PENS!!! MY ESPECIALLY AWESOME SCISSORS, MY COOL RULER, MY DELICIOUS SMELLING RUBBER! ALL THOSE PENS THAT I BOUGHT ARE ALL GONE!! >.<
Well.... I hope that she's happy that I'm listening to her music...

Sighh,,,, this is so shit =.=

kuraiamore @ 2009-03-24T00:06:00

2009-03-23T13:45:12Z

RIght, so this is like the first time I'm actually using LJ as an actual.... journal, I guess. Is it just me, or is there something sad about that?
Gah, I'm only writing right now to waste time while the damn worksheets are printing...
Perfect... Now's Vivien;s logging off MSN and the sheets have printed and they're this damn ugly green colour... Ew.... what happened to good, old black?? damn my ink for running out =.=

....Aaaaaand just as I have finished packing for school tmr, I have just realised that HEY, I AIN;T GOT THE BOOKS THAT I WAS MEANT TO LEND TO ANNA TODAY ;_; SHE'S SOOO GOING TO SKITZ AT ME!!! Gawd!!! Lynda never gives me back anything in time... All these books that I;ve lent to her... and gotten back a year later, all tarnished and slightly torn, and mishandled.... it makes me want to cry sometimes ;_;
Dammit, WHAT THE HELL DO I DO NOW?!?!?! IT'S FRIGING TWENTY-THREE MINUTES PAST MIDNIGHT AND ANNA'S COMING TO MACROB TMR AND FUCK!
....And now Uyyenn's telling me to run over to Lynda's house or call the police... well, at least that made me smile :)
>.< Seriousllyyy, what do I do~~? Anna;s gonna be sooo pissed....
let's see~ she gave me back the books during the summer holidays, I think, and Lynda borrowed them on the same day, and I haven't seen them since... Isn't that just perfect?!

And why the hell do I feel like some bimbo, typing this up?? Strange..... But, oh well :D
I have this weird feeling that I should sleep early tonight.... most likely if I want to catch the express tomorrow...
I wonder if Viv would be awake enough to teach me how the Kumon system works... otherwise I'd have printed those sheets for nothing, and i swear that if that happened, im scream and go mental.... most likely, anyways.
Seriously though, why does it seem like it's taking so much effort on my part just to go and assist with tutoring? I could always wait for another... eight months til I'm 14 and 9 months to get a job...
Nah, money's a good temptation...
I guess I'll have to do a bit of work to do the correction at tutoring and make enough money to get Uyyenn some Big Bang albums for her birthday. Damn Korean fan >.< I wanna if I could find Tae yang in the yellow shop.... BUT SERIOUSLY WHY DON'T THEY HAVE ALICE NINE?!?! THEY HAVE DIR EN GRY, AND GACKT, AND KAGRRA BUT NOT ALICE NINE!! *GROWLRAGE*

...sleepyyyy~ Thank god that we have no more homework for this week, aside from science questions, but soooo damn lucky that we've got thurs and fri off ^^ Thnx to the Grand Prix :D Ahh~ the advantages going to school in the city ^^ Especially considering that I'm from the western side of the city....

DAMN!! D= She had soo better take a quick shower, if she's gonna get all her work done... fucking shit~ I can't believe that she lost two major parts of her assignment! >.< GOOD LUCK UYYENN!!

kuraiamore @ 2009-03-02T01:03:00

2009-03-01T14:08:11Z

A piece that I wrote for my Writing Class. Welcome all to read, but really, just putting it on here so that Uyyenn can read it and tell me what she thinks ^^ I'm just one word away from the 300 word limit~ :P

300 Word Descriptive Piece
A delicate wine glass; cracked and scattered; its fragments embedded into the expanse of the carpet, trapped like jewels surrounded by the soils of the earth. Small drops of burgundy essence pooled together in the hollow depth of the cup, trailing along the curving pane of the glass to reach its destination. The dark colour seeped, spreading thickly over the yielding cream fur of the carpet. It splayed outwards, creating a shape without meaning, obtrusive and staining.
The flood of liquid, like blood that leaked and spread over milky skin, a soft yet overpowering smell spiling forth as the red flowed. The scent filled the air throughout the room, drowning out the previous subtlety of the vanilla candles and cloaking the scene with an alcoholic tang. The long flames danced and burned enticingly over the crusted wick, casting shadowy figures that swayed in its rhythm. The bright orange glow flickered in the still air, its glinting light reflecting on the shattered pieces of glass, coated in a soft sheen of red.
Through the denseness of the surrounding plaster walls, a slow, mournful violin ballad sung, sending quivering notes into the heavy atmosphere. The melody stretched out in long, windy note; played in a swirling pattern of repetition, as though trying to hypnotise its audience. It made the air become heavy with a lustful darkness, weighing down on the intensity of the room’s ambience.
The shadows stretching over the background of the oxblood walls began waning, shrinking and becoming blurred around the edges. The dim light provided by the candlelight lessened in its strength, gradually fading away as the flame continued to burn and devour the wick. Darkness consumed the room as the diminishing light was reflected in the broken pieces of glass; cracked and scattered; a delicate wine glass.
~

Ta-da!! Whatcha think people's? =D

kuraiamore @ 2009-02-01T02:17:00

2009-01-31T17:00:29Z

Title: Amorous Whispers of Guilt
Author: KuraiAmore
Status/Chapter: Oneshot
Rating/Warning: G (All)
Pairing: ShouxSaga
Disclaimer: Obviously, nothing is mine but the plotline.
Summary: Troubled with the guilt of being unable to provide for his love while desperately attempting to reach his dream, he yearns for a chance to redeem himself, to temporarily ease the rushing guilt, to express himself with these words; this song.
A/N: This oneshot was inspired by the song "This Song" (link to YouTube) by the Korean artist, 2AM. Basically, I ripped off the message of the song, plonked Shou and Saga into the situation and claimed it as my own; but I liked the way that it turned out anyway, and that's why I wanna share it. The lyrics used were taken from the translation of the song "Rosario" by alice nine.; I must thank Akatsuki for them.
Anyways, hope that you do enjoy to some extent ^.^
X-posted.

~
His eyes scanned the letter over and over again, until the words of rejection were no more than thin blurry lines that stained the whiteness of the paper. He had been denied yet again; it was the fourth time it had happened, and he felt his spirit become crushed yet another time. He leaned heavily on the small kitchen table, looking absentmindedly over the sink with its stack of unwashed dishes and out the window. There wasn’t much to see from the view of the third level of their apartment complex. The glass showed nothing but a large alleyway with nameless buildings on either side, stretching out until it opened up to a useless, vast space. The area was used quite commonly for gang fights to be ‘settled’, and he knew that if he dared venture through the alleyway, he was bound to find splotches of bloodstains.

He thought, not for the first time, that he should be cleaning up the mess in the sink, but without functioning water, how was he suppose to wash away the filth?

It was just like his life.

The sound of an opening door caught his ears and he turned to see the form of his love walking through the door, both hands laden with bags. The light brunette placed the bags on the table, before delving into his pocket and pulling out a handful of notes. He dropped them onto the table, took off his outer jacket and hung it neatly over the second chair.

The tall auburn-haired man felt the frustration well up within him as he saw his love notice the paper upon the desk, and determinedly averted his eyes when he saw the other skim through its contents. He felt, more than heard, the sigh that fell from his love’s lips, but couldn’t find the courage to meet the disappointment within his love’s eyes.

A sentimental hand landed on his shoulder, moving down to rub sympathetically on his forearm, stopping at the wrist and giving a light squeeze. The hand left him few seconds later, and footsteps formed a decrescendo as his love left him.

Fighting back a sigh, he stood up and crossed the small area that served as the kitchen, walking through the archway and stopping in what could barely pass as the living room.

The lightly coloured brunette was sitting aloofly on their dust-stained couch, staring blankly at the nothingness ahead of him.

Withered furniture, bare walls, no source of light other than the curtain-less window – this wasn’t something that his love deserved.

Shame and guilt collided within him; his love was worth so much more, and they both knew it. There were so many things that he wanted to give to him; so many things that he just couldn’t afford.

Softly, he padded across the room, stopping in front of the couch where he gazed at his love’s side profile. Silently, he moved and settled himself on his knees behind his love, wrapping his arms around the thin waist in front of him. When no movement of rejection was made, he slowly tilted his head and rested his chin in the junction of his love’s neck and shoulder, lips floating above the pale skin.

The whisper of his lyrics carried through the quiet room, unheard by anyone except the two of them alone.

Peering out by the window; the sound of trickling rain
In the quiet rhythm, the common days are carved
In spite of this, I can’t offer anything to you
Once, I thought it would come, and continued to watch for it
The second time, I didn’t expect it to arrive; today which can’t be replaced
In this wide sky, the quiet curtain falls
We’ll go anywhere, to places we don’t know
We’ll run out of breath, anywhere

This voice and these words were all he had; there was nothing left to offer, and he only hoped that his love could accept that.

~
I must give credit to my cousins, Rnb.Edge (as she asked to be called) and shuwazi for helping me with this oneshot. Namely when it came to choosing the title, and the lyrics; plus, Rnb.Edge helped me a lot with the summary and she was the one who showed me the song. THANKS AGAIN!!!
Oh, and everyone says this, but please, do comment :)

kuraiamore @ 2009-01-12T19:31:00

2009-01-12T08:48:05Z

Title: Within the Sorrows of Spring
Author: KuraiAmore
Status/Chapter: Chapter 2
Rating/Warning (for chapter): G (All)
Pairing: ToraxHiroto, SagaxShou, (mentioned/one-sided) AoixRuki (for now)
Disclaimer: Obviously, nothing is mine but the plotline.
Summary: He had to leave. There was no other way around it. He was going to put everything behind him in in order to try and escape the consequences of his past actions... But what if someone who knew nothing of this, refused to let him go?
A/N: Hey yo! First posted fic, so please be nice, yeah? Hope you enjoy ^.^

Prologue; Chapter 1

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The sky was so clear as Hiroto walked through the crowds that he couldn’t help but gaze up at them. It was only the second day of spring, yet all the signs of the previous winter seemed to have melted away with the snow. Even the day before, when he had first met Shou, nothing but sunshine glittered in the air, causing a rather annoying hot tingle to shiver through his body. He had always been slightly sensitive to heat.

The crowd was bustling around him, though not overcrowded enough to cause any headaches. He rounded the corner of the familiar street, carelessly skipping over the crack in the pavement that the council had yet to fix.

His eyes shifted and met up with the sign hanging over the café, looking through the clear window to see Aoi standing behind the counter and saying something to a female employer. That day, there were few customers inside the usually busy shop, all seeming content was spending their time sipping at coffee or munching away at cakes. Hiroto pushed his way through the door and walked up to the counter, returning Aoi’s smile as he did. He waited quietly as Aoi finished up his conversation with the woman and patted her on the shoulder, before moving to face him.

“Hey, the usual?” Aoi asked, as a way of greeting.

Hiroto chuckled.

“Isn’t it a bit obvious by now?” he asked back.

“Yeah, I guess it is,” Aoi replied, pulling back towards the coffee machine.

“So where were you yesterday?” Hiroto inquired, as a starter for conversation.

“Eh, just out and about, I guess,” Aoi paused for a moment to check his watch and hand Hiroto his coffee and cake, “there was a mix-up over the coffee bean orders, if you want the short version of the story, and basically, I had to go over there and sort stuff out. Pretty boring day, actually. I’m still waiting to see how our employment ad is coming along. It’s been, what, two months? I’ve only been able to hire four more employees, and one of them is a total ‘newbie’, but she’s a fast learner. The other three have some experience, but only one has any real understanding of the whole waiting business.”

Aoi had to stop his mini tirade as a customer approached the counter to place their order. Hiroto devoured what was left of his cake, before concentrating on sipping his coffee at a leisurely pace. Handing the customer her order, Aoi turned back to Hiroto and relaxed down on the counter. The café manager glanced at the clock again, seemingly fascinated by the way the seconds hand ticked by. Hiroto followed his gaze.

“You waiting for someone?” he asked, swirling his coffee with the spoon.

Despite an almost impossible-to-see flush tinting the sides of his ears, Aoi retained a cool demeanour and answered in a slow, steady voice.

“Just that new waiter I hired. Remember the experienced one I mentioned before? He’s only just started working, but he’s already been late four times for his shifts. I told him that if he were late again, he’d be losing his job. I mean, even though he’s really good with carrying out the orders and everything, I can’t have an employee who’s always late, can I? Anyway, if he’s not here in,” Aoi shot another glance at the clock, “another three minutes and,” he looked again at the clock, “nineteen- eighteen seconds, then he’s gone.”

Hiroto could only laugh.

“The last time you were this talkative,” he said, looking at Aoi with a smirk in his eyes, “was when you fell for that girl – what was her name?” He thought contemplatively for a few quick seconds. “Hinako.”

Hiroto looked successfully at his friend, who he had met in highschool and was two years his senior. He leaned in towards the counter.

“So, is he cute?”

Before Aoi could answer, however, the female employer Hiroto had previously seen talking to Aoi strolled past them, stopping for a quick conversation about something that Hiroto didn’t catch and saying a casual “goodbye” to her boss. She was changed out of her uniform, and was dressed casually in jeans and a decorative polo shirt. Aoi waved back and glanced at the clock again, frowning when he saw that his waiter only had one minute and sixteen seconds to get to the café; lest he’d lose his job. He felt Hiroto nudge him on his arm and turned to the persistent man.

“So, is he cute?” the younger repeated.

“Well, if he gets here, you’ll see,” the elder replied somewhat slowly, eyes flicking at the clock once again. Forty-two seconds left.

Hiroto rolled his eyes at the other’s antics. Although Aoi was always a level-headed, calm person, when it came to relationships, the poor man was always so intimidated by the idea of a long standing relationship. Hiroto had always blamed it on the fact that the elder had been too much of a playboy during his highschool days. It was always a surprise to realise that cool and composed Aoi could be dating up to five girls at a time, never mind the occasional boy or two. It seemed that the ex-playboy was afraid of someone using him; the same way he had used everyone he had dated all those years ago.

Hiroto watched as the seconds hand of the clock passed the halfway mark of a minute, and began a countdown in his head.

Twenty-nine… twenty-eight… twenty-seven… twenty-six…

He shot an amused glance at Aoi who was also looking at the clock with rapt attention. Hiroto reasoned that whoever was supposed to walk through the door must have been something; otherwise Aoi wouldn’t be acting the way that he was now.

Twenty… nineteen… eighteen… seventeen… sixteen…

Aoi gave a relieved sigh, a small smile appearing on his face. Hiroto threw a strange look at him, waiting for an explanation. Aoi simply inclined his head towards the front glass wall of the café, leaning slightly towards the left. Following his friend’s gaze, Hiroto spotted a man of rather small stature with black and flaming red hair weaving in and out of people’s way at a frantic pace.

Seconds later, the man stumbled into the café and ran up to the counter.

“Am I late?” he breathed heavily, nervousness clearly showing through his features.

“You’re on time,” Aoi noted happily, before glancing at the clock, “with nine seconds to spare. Now hurry up and get changed into your uniform; we’ll work out your regular shifts after we close for the day.”

The shorter man beamed; his entire face glowing with gratitude and delight. After numerous repeats “thank you”, he walked behind the counter and slipped through the door labelled as “Staff Only”.

Hiroto raised an eyebrow.

“That’s him? Your experienced, but constantly late waiter? He’s so…” Hiroto fished around for a word to use, “…small.”

Aoi simply nodded.

“Yeah – but I’m sure that, if you get to know him, you’ll see what a cool guy he is. You can see eye-to-eye after all.”

It took Hiroto a moment to figure out the play that Aoi had made on his height, and Aoi was sincerely sorry when he did. Hiroto had quite the hard fist, for such a little guy. As Aoi rubbed the sore spot on his arm, Hiroto downed the rest of his coffee before pushing the empty cup and plate towards the café manager. At that moment, the young man that had been nine seconds away from losing his job walked back out.

“Ah Ruki,” Aoi called, taking the crockery and outstretching his arm towards, “could you please take these away? And clean up the other tables while you’re at in.”

The man named Ruki followed the order quickly, seeming eager to impress. When he had moved away to the far corner of the café, Hiroto turned to Aoi with an amused smile.

“Y’know, if you like someone, you do realise that you have a better chance of starting a relationship with them if you didn’t boss them around like some sort of tyrant, right?” Hiroto asked sarcastically.

“I’m his boss – it’s my job,” Aoi replied back

Hiroto simply rolled his eyes.

“From the way that you’re acting though, I don’t think that he’ll ever figure out that you have a crush on him, unless you tell it to him directly. Don’t waste your chance okay?”

He had a feeling akin to punching himself in the chest, as he said those words to his friend. Images of his beloved flickered through his mind, like a slideshow that couldn’t be turned off. He knew the joys of having a loved one, and he wanted his life-long friend to be able to experience the happiness that he once felt.

It seemed that Aoi understood his silence perfectly well, as he leaned forward to give a light pat on his shoulder; a silent display of support.

“Thanks,” Hiroto whispered, before closing his eyes tightly and forcing himself to pay attention to the present. “So, umm…”

Aoi waited for Hiroto to find a topic of conversation. It was sad for him to see his friend suffering his heartbreak alone, but there was nothing that he could do. The younger simply refused to accept help.

“I met one of your new employees last time I came here,” Hiroto finally said, happy to have found a subject which wouldn’t make him think about Tora. “I didn’t get to talk to him for very long, but he seemed like a nice kind of guy anyways. I mean, you know me, right?”

Aoi nodded, because he did know. Even though Hiroto was an extremely and happy guy, sometimes there would just be something that stopped him from going out and making friends. There was something special; unique; different about him. Aoi didn’t know what it was, despite being one of Hiroto’s closest friends for the past seven years. Hearing Hiroto’s voice again, he flicked his attention back to the younger.

“His name’s Shou. So, I was wondering if, maybe-”

“Wait,” Aoi interrupted, “I don’t have a ‘Shou’ working here.”

Hiroto stopped himself mid-sentence.

“What do you mean you don’t have a ‘Shou’ working here?” he frowned. “That’s what he told me his name was. Umm… he’s tall, and pretty, I guess. He’s got a sort of light orange-y coloured hair, and reeally big eyes.” Hiroto stressed his voice on the adjectives, trying his best to describe the young man he met the last time he stepped into the café. “Err… he has a piercing on his left ear and-”

“Oh! You mean Kohara?” Aoi exclaimed aloud.

“Kohara?”

“Yeah – Kohara Kazamasa. Really responsible guy, though really quiet. I barely made it through his interview, but his résumé was really impressive, so I figured that I could give him a chance. Not a single regret, so far.”

“Really? What did it say?” Hiroto’s interest was definitely perked. Especially since there was two names to this guy.

Just as Aoi was about to open his mouth and explain, a yell disturbed the peaceful atmosphere.

“You’ve ask me about eight times in the last thirty seconds! Can’t you get it into your head, you stupid idiot?! I. Do! Not! Want. To start. A relationship. With you! There! Have I spoken slowly enough for the words to get into your thick-headed, retarded brain?!”

Aoi whipped his head just in time to see a young girl in one of the booths bursting into tears, while her friend hugged her tightly and shot a death glare at Ruki. The crying girl then started wailing even louder, choking on her sobs. Her friend suddenly stood up, lifting her friend with her.

“You’re an absolutely despicable man!” she screamed. “All Hikari wanted was to see if she could stand a chance with you! I can’t believe you!”

Ruki stood with an unimpressed expression, seeming bored, annoyed and exasperated all at the same time.

“She only needed to ask me once, not eight times! And anyways, don’t you have any manners? Don’t you realise that it’s rude to just go up someone and ask, ‘will you go on a date with me?’ I’m trying to do my job here!”

Aoi sighed, just as a shouting competition started between Ruki and the girl’s friend, even as the girl herself continued with her loud, somewhat fake-sounding cries. It looked rather like a scene from an anime, at least to Hiroto.

“Sorry Hiroto. I’ll tell you another time okay? Need to go and get this sorted out,” Aoi jerked his thumb towards the scene with Ruki and the two girls.

Hiroto simply laughed and placed his payment on the counter, swinging back onto his feet. Leaving the café, he wondered on what to do next. It was such a nice day after all; it would seem like a shame if he wasted his time at home, dwindling in front of the T.V. He wanted to do something productive, yet relaxing.

Making up his mind, he ended up returning home after all, but stayed only for a short ten minutes. Grabbing a bag, he roughly packed bathing shorts, shampoo, spare underwear, towel and any other essential needed to go to the local swimming centre. Slamming the front door shut, Hiroto began to jog, pacing himself as he made his way towards the swimming centre. By the time he arrived at his destination, he was already breathing hard, but was happy considering how flexible his body felt.

Quickly paying his entrance fee, Hiroto made his way into the change rooms and slipped out of his clothes and into his swim shorts. He was surprised to see how tanned his skin looked compared to the light colour of the swimwear.

Packing up his clothes and setting it on one of the benches positioned around the pool, Hiroto inhaled the scent of chlorine. Soon after, he was in the water, simply floating and allowing his mind to go blank. When he began getting restless due to heightened energy levels, he jumped into the lanes and started to swim freestyle. He changed alternately between strokes, making sure to take it at his own pace. There was only one other person swimming in the lane, always staying in front of Hiroto by a good ten metres. Before Hiroto knew it, time had flown and the evening was almost approaching. He had spent almost two and a half hours in the pool.

Moving out of the lane, Hiroto began floating again, feeling his muscles relax after all the swimming that he had done. It felt nice, and he decided to make swimming a part of his weekly timetable. It was still surprisingly crowded in the pool, especially towards the shallow end, despite the time. Unable to find sufficient space for himself, Hiroto journeyed to the deep end, where few people were. Eventually, when he realised that his skin was beginning to wrinkle due to the amount of time in the water, he decided that it was time to go home. He was about to make his way out of the pool when something sudden caught his eye.

A boy who looked to be in his teenage years was running alongside the edge of the pool, goaded on by friends who were in the water. It sounded like they wanted him to do some kind of jump. And he did, sending water splashing everywhere including on Hiroto and the boy’s laughing friends. Hiroto wiped the water away from his face and was about to get out of the pool again, when he realised that the boy had yet to re-emerge from the depths of the deep pool. He waited silently for another ten seconds, still hearing the boy’s friends chattering in loud voices. The boy still didn’t come up.

Hiroto treaded softly over to where he could see the boy’s shadow underneath the water, reaching out to try and make contact with the boy.

Suddenly, a hand shot out of the water and caught a grip on his hair. Hiroto didn’t even have time to react before he was being pulled down, swallowed by the water. The hand removed itself from his hair, and instead, began pushing down on his head, while another hand pushed down on his shoulder. He could feel feet scraping on his chest, and the pressure made him gasp, only to have water fill his mouth and nose. Immediately, he began pushing the other away, panic for his own life overriding his sensible thought. He hit the arm that was on his head and managed to shove his head into open air for a single breath, before he was forced under again. The boy was now applying even more pressure than before; pushing Hiroto so far down that he was practically standing on the man’s chest. Hiroto thrashed around wildly, desperately trying to throw the other off when he suddenly caught a grip on the boy’s wrists. Shoving both hands away from his shoulders, Hiroto slipped out from underneath the boy and pushed him away with his feet.

Swallowing another mouthful of water, sight blurring, Hiroto used all his force to swim to the surface, his lungs screaming in relief as oxygen entered his system. His eyes stung from the chlorine and his vision was turning into a fuzzy mess. Indistinctly, he could see body forms swimming towards him, screaming out something that he either didn’t catch or couldn’t comprehend.

Out of nowhere, he felt a hand close around his ankle, and he was dragged underneath the water for a third time. He could feel his body protesting and desperation began seeping into his movements. The boy didn’t seem to want to give up on using Hiroto as a life buoy; trying to use his back as a sort of board, despite the flaying of arms and legs. Hiroto’s arms threaded through the water, finding nothing to push back against. In his position with the boy fighting to stay on his back, there was no way he could get out. His eyes were now shut so tightly that he could see white rings forming through black. He swallowed another mouthful of water, and couldn’t help but panic even more when he accidently breathed in the water through his nose. He started lashing out again, but with only half of his previous strength. He was feeling so weak.

Unexpectedly, the pressure from above him disappeared and he didn’t give a second thought as he broke out of the water. He sucked in the air deeply, so fast that his lungs hurt and he felt light headed. Then, an arm encircled around his chest and a hand on his chin tilted his head back to rest on a shoulder. Staring at the ceiling while waiting his dizzy spell to leave him, Hiroto allowed himself to be tugged through the water to the edge of the pool. Listening vaguely, Hiroto followed the instructions set by the person holding him to get out of the pool. Kneeling with his bead bowed, Hiroto waited for his sight to focus again, wiping the tears that fell as he blinked; his eyes attempt at clearing out the chemicals from the water.

When his vision became clearer, Hiroto turned his head to the right, where several people were surrounding the boy who had almost caused Hiroto to lose his life. The boy was looking at Hiroto with a guilty expression, seeming oblivious to the other people who were screaming and shouting at him.

Hearing a rough panting on his left side, Hiroto turned to face the person who had saved him. His eyes widened on their own accord.

Caramel coloured hair. Large, defined eyes. A piercing on the left ear.

It was Shou.

~
Right - I DID mention that anything I write starts off really slowly, didn't I?
And just so you're not confused, there will be NO ShouxHiroto, even though I realise that the fic does seem to be heading in that direction. I honestly think that this is a boring chapter, and a lot of people will probably agree with me, but I wanted to get Shou and Hiroto closer together, y'know?
I was actually planning for Shou to save Hiroto from a car accident, but that's used so commonly that sometimes I just couldn't bring myself to do that. Almost drowning seems cooler to me, plus, it doesn't take much to the imagination of think of Hiroto and Shou in sexy, sexy bathers, with water droplets dripping like crystals from their hair and skin and their muscles flexing as they swim...
Right!! Getting off-topic~
So~! Don't expect the next chapter soon - I suck at updating. Still~ Please comment!! ^.^ I really appreciate your time!!

Antirukichan Community Prompt

2008-12-04T11:32:09Z

Antirukichan Community Prompt fic/drabble/thing.

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I scrape my teeth thinly along the skin of the overripe strawberry, feeling as the cool juice drips onto my tongue. The bright rays of the morning are slowly fading away, leaving behind a somewhat sombre atmosphere. His chest is heaving up and down, harshly gasping for air as my foot presses against his throat. His palms are spread flat; clinging tightly to his chest as he desperately hopes to stop the flow of crimson that’s leaking onto the carpeted floor. I smile and begin musing on the amount that he pays his housemaid. I doubt that it is enough to clean up this red mess.

Allowing the single drop of nectar to sweeten my taste buds, I pick up the pair of bloodied scissors and cut off the strawberry’s head, ridding the stem and its leaves. Replacing the scissors on the table, I nibble on the strawberry’s tip, grounding the seeds against my teeth. Suddenly, he gives off a loud groan of pain, which actually quite surprises me as I didn’t think that he would have any voice left in him. The strawberry slips from my thumb and forefinger, hitting his hand before rolling off his stomach and bouncing on the blood-soaked floor. I can’t help but look, mesmerized and fascinated, as the carmine blood mixes and circles around the bright oxblood of the fruit. There was always something about the colour red that constantly has me hypnotised.

Retracting my foot from my victim’s neck, I pick up the strawberry and begin examining it. The blood drops create small dark dots as they fall downward to the creamy dye beneath, something that I watch meticulously. Had I been bothered to care, I would’ve notice that my victim was beginning to die on me; like, physically die. But at this particular moment, the only thing that is catching my eye is the way the entire side of the strawberry appears to be cloaked in wine. The tone contrast between the two sides of the strawberry only highlights my interest; the different shades of red were just so… I couldn’t even find a word to express how much the colour captivated me.

My victim is now wheezing out short, breathless gasps; his eyes wide and terrified. I nibble again on the tip of the strawberry, feeling the sensual metallic tang of blood dosing the fruit’s saccharinity. Calmly, and I couldn’t help but feel a strange sense of erotic amatory to my actions, I pull the strawberry away from me and hover it above his mouth, tracing it along his lips’ edges. Before pulling away, I slip the strawberry inside his mouth, and watch as my work of art begins to unfold.

He’s beginning to gag, choking on the strawberry, while the stab wounds I had inflicted on him earlier basically drains his entire life essence out onto the floor below him. I can see flashes of his tongue trying to push the strawberry out, only to end up squishing the fruit between his teeth. The fruit’s juice pools together with his saliva and begins leaking down the corner of his mouth, like true blood.

I am spellbound by the scene.

The twilight of evening is starting to settle within the room as I make my way over to his wine cabinet, leaving his body to rot. It doesn’t take me that long to realise why you would’ve slept with him, but then again, you would sleep with anyone who seemed desperate enough, wouldn’t you, darling?

You’re just too easy.

But in a way, that’s lucky for me, isn’t it? Life, admittedly, would be amazingly boring without you, wouldn’t it? And what’s the point of living a boring life? You give me something to do, something fun to do; prey to feed on.

How fortunate for me to be the lover of someone like you, who has many lovers. All I need to do is follow you every other night, and voilà; I’ll find my entertainment.

A boring life isn’t much of a life; I need you to fill in that void for me.

So, I suppose, in a twisted kind of way, I’m using you, but you don’t even notice, do you? Your little one-night stands hardly mean anything to you, and the fact of the matter is; it doesn’t concern you if you never meet that person again, man or woman. Well, I guess it doesn’t concern me either.

After all, I’m your main (and most favourite, might I add) way of receiving corporeal comfort, when you’re too bothered to go find yourself a little something. But when you do, darling, I must say you have good taste, especially when I eye the dark-haired specimen on the floor. His name was Aoi, wasn’t it?

As I swing the wine bottle up to my lips, I hear my phone beep. Flicking it open, I read the following text message from you:

‘Goodnight, Uruha.’

‘Yes, Ruki,’ I think in reply to your message, closing the door to his apartment and walking down the corridor, wine bottle in hand. ‘What a good night it has been.’

~~~~~
Thanks for your time ^.^

kuraiamore @ 2008-11-12T17:33:00

2008-11-12T06:46:29Z

Title: Within the Sorrows of Spring
Author: KuraiAmore
Status/Chapter: Chapter 1
Rating/Warning (for chapter): G (All)
Pairing: ToraxHiroto, SagaxShou (for now)
Disclaimer: Obviously, nothing is mine but the plotline.
Summary: He had to leave. There was no other way around it. He was going to put everything behind him in in order to try and escape the consequences of his past actions... But what if someone who knew nothing of this, refused to let him go?
A/N: Hey yo! First posted fic, so please be nice, yeah? Hope you enjoy ^.^

The Prologue

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Sunlight was beginning to filter through the shadows of the tall city buildings into the quiet room of his apartment. He waited with a lit cigarette on the tip of his lips, a sizable travel bag next to the foot of his chair. He hadn’t slept that night, too busy packing away whatever he found essential for his trip. Within the bag, there was only three other sets of clothing (including undergarments and socks), two sets of footwear, his newly brought laptop, a folder filled with paperwork, a book and a drink bottle he had chucked in at last minute. Using the rest of the space, he had filled up with the money had he drawn from his bank account, resulting in a sum of approximately three million yen.

After taking a quick shower at 5.57 in the morning, he changed into a pair of black, Haggar-styled, plain pants and a white singlet which he wore underneath a silver grey, open shirt. After rolling the sleeves up to his elbows, he clasped a simple black watch onto his wrist before completing the look by decking a pair of sunglasses on his head, despite the early hour and winter season.

Now, he was simply loitering in the main room of the apartment, pacing to the window every few minutes. Finally, his new phone beeped and the ‘New Message’ icon appeared on the screen. Sliding the phone’s screen upwards, he quickly read the text, picked up his bag and moved to walk out the door, when something caught his eye. It was glinting softly in the first light, sitting innocently on the armrest of the couch.

A simple necklet made from two strands of light, twisting metal. It hung low, to the middle of his chest, and had no ending and no beginning. Enclosed in the chain was a single ring that was slightly bigger than the size of his middle finger. The outer surface of the ring was a deep lapis lazuli that turned black in the dark of night; the inner plane was shining silver with the imprint of a single word.

A single word that meant so much to him, which, up until a certain point, had kept him afloat on the wild tributary that most people called ‘life’.

The ticks of the clock could be heard as the seconds passed him by, seemingly deafening. Realising that he couldn’t afford to waste those precious seconds of time, he reached out caught the necklace in a clenched fist, before making a dash for the door. It almost looked like he was scared of taking the object, as though it was something that made him feel guilty.

He didn’t meet a single soul on his way down to the main entrance of the hotel; not in the corridors, the elevator ride down to the ground floor or even in the lobby. As he walked towards to glass, revolving door of the hotel’s entrance, he dropped his room key onto the reception desk, unbothered by the fact that he had never formally checked out.

‘Well, it’s their problem out,’ he figured. ‘I already have too many problems of my own.’

Pushing through the door while simultaneously slipping the chain over his neck and tucking the ring underneath his singlet, Tora walked casually over to the slick, crimson-coloured car parked directly outside the hotel. The only sound he heard was the soft ballad playing from the car’s CD player; not even the birds were singing. Opening the passenger door, Tora slipped inside the car and threw his bag onto the backseat, where it joined Saga’s two travel bags.

Saga appeared to have highlighted parts of his hair again, as Tora could pinpoint certain strands which were blonder than the overall tawny colour of his hair. The slim man was dressed in a black denim jacket decorated with multiples of silver zips and buttons, unzipped to reveal a low-collar, blood-red shirt with a black dragon design wrapping around the torso. Furthermore, a black scarf was draped carelessly over his neck, the tips pooling in his lap against the fabric of his burnt umber pants. Several gem-studded rings adorned his fingers, and strangely enough, a single pearl was hanging from his right ear.

“You weren’t late,” Tora commented, buckling his seatbelt.

“You sure took your time getting down here,” Saga said, smiling to show that he was joking around.

Tora gave a bitter smile in return, glancing up again to take notice of Saga’s earring.

“It seems that we both couldn’t leave without taking something as a memory.”

“At least we’re living for something,” Saga replied, revving his engine and pulling away from the side curb.

Tora turned to stare out the window, watching as the hotel disappeared along with his old life. Unthinking, he fingered the ring through his shirt, remembering him. He wondered silently, that perhaps, taking the ring with him meant that he was too weak to leave everything behind. But, he thought decidedly, as they travelled closer and closer to the city outskirts, he’d deal with that consequence when the time back, because what Saga said had been right. At least they were living; for the memories. He’d deal with whatever consequence life dealt him later on.

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An entire month had passed, and here he was, still waiting for something, no – someone. He was at a simple, cosy café with chic interior designing, created so that the atmosphere was open and friendly, yet surprising private. The counter was pushed along the right side of the café, with stylish black sofas lining the opposite side in a line of three booths. At the far end of the café, small tables and chairs were scattered about in a seemingly unorganised way. However, he knew from experience that the tables were set up that way so that it was difficult to pry into other people’s businesses. Due to the reconstruction of the footpath outside the café, the outside area of the café had been put away, and was currently being stored in the back room.

He couldn’t even begin to describe the feeling that stepping into the café.

This was where they had met; all those years ago.

Hiroto sighed and lowered himself into a seat at a corner table. Flicking through the well-memorized menu, he could still remember the times when he and Tora had come in on a rainy day, cuddling against each other in the black booths. Back then, he had been completely oblivious to the world around him, had decidedly turned a blind eye to all the negativity in the world. Back then, there was only him and Tora.

Habitually, he began playing with the piece of jewellery he wore around his neck, feeling the bumps where the two separate chains interlocked with each other to form one. Somehow, the feeling reminded him of the way he and Tora used to entwine their hands together, pressing their bodies tightly against each other under the warmth of the blanket. Attached to the chain, a dark blue ring hung openly against his plain yellow shirt. Without thinking, he began tracing the silver inside of the ring, finger sliding over the familiar engrave of a single word.

Even after all those weeks, the month that passed him by, Hiroto could still find himself coming here, to where their relationship began. It was as though there was a force inside him that refused to allow him to think that Tora would ever seriously leave him. They had been together for over a year; neither of their eyes had ever strayed once, staying faithful and devoted. This was why Hiroto knew that Tora had been lying to him when he had said that there was ‘someone else’. It was bullshit.

There was a reason that the little nagging voice inside his head wouldn’t let him move on, and he was more than happy to listen to it.

Sighing, Hiroto waved his hand to catch the attention of a nearby waiter. He noticed that the waiter was probably newly-hired, as he couldn’t recall ever seeing him around the small café.

The waiter was dressed in the café’s uniform, which was as trendy and original as the café itself. A dark gray long-sleeved, collared shirt, which following rules, had to have the sleeves rolled up to the elbow, topped with a black vest that had a black belt and silver buckle strapped around the midsection. The café’s logo was stitched onto the back of the vest, near the hemline. The top button of the gray shirt had to be undone. According to gender, long pants or knee-length skirts were worn, each pleated and in a shade of gunmetal. Completing the look was a black visor and small white apron tied around the waist.

As the waiter approached him, he noticed a small, single earring hanging from his left ear; a smooth creamy-white colour in the shape of a teardrop attached to a stud. A long, messy caramel fringe framed his face and as he walked, Hiroto noticed that his hair had been layered down to his shoulders. Underneath the visor, his eyes were surprisingly wide, his irises a vivid purple. Hiroto naturally assumed that they were contacted.

“Hey, how can I help you?” the waiter asked, as he came to stop at Hiroto’s table.

Hiroto was quite surprised to hear such a deep voice coming from a somewhat feminine man. Looking closely, he thought that there was a sort of melancholy atmosphere surrounding the man, but he wasn’t about to question it.

“Hey,” Hiroto greeted back, looking down at the menu again, even though he knew exactly what he was going to order. He always did, when he came to this particular café. “Could I have a flat white and peach cheesecake?”

“Sure.” The waiter pulled out a small white notebook and pen, scribbling down his order in a hurried pace, already calculating the cost in his head. “Will you pay now, or afterwards?”

“I’ll pay now. Wait, just a sec’,” Hiroto replied, fishing his pocket for his wallet. The waiter stood patiently as Hiroto pulled out a few notes, handing him the exact amount. The waiter just looked at him. Hiroto smiled and explained. “I’m a regular here. I pretty much order the same thing everyday. You’re new then?”

The waiter nodded and took the money, before replying.

“Yeah, I just started working here today. So, you come here everyday?”

Hiroto just smiled softly.

“Well, not everyday, but I do come here a lot. By the way, where’s Aoi?” he asked, referring to the manager of the café, who was usually around directing orders.

The waiter glanced at the clock that was situated above the café’s door.

“He went out to collect something,” he said, before backing away. “If you’ll excuse me, I’ll go and get your order.”

He bowed once before walking away to the counter. Hiroto called after him.

“Hey, just for future reference, could I have your name?”

The waiter turned to catch his eye, as though uncertain about his request. Hiroto could understand though; it wasn’t everyday that you’d start at a new job, and get asked to give your name to a complete stranger. Still, there was something about the guy that Hiroto thought he’d make good friends with.

“It’s Shou,” the caramel-haired waiter said finally, though there was still some doubt and suspicious lurking in his eyes.

“I’m Hiroto,” the dark brunette responded.

Shou just nodded, before moving behind the counter, cutting a piece of the peach cheesecake that had been ordered and fixing the flat white. Hiroto stared absentmindedly at him, saying his name in his mind.

Shou.

He thanked the tall waiter as he handed him his order, watching as Shou moved on to take someone else’s order. As he consumed the coffee and cake, Hiroto observed Shou through the corner of his eye. When the cup had been drained and the last crumb had been eaten, Hiroto stood up, leaving a considerable tip on his table. On his way to leave the café, he deliberately walked pass Shou and motioned him to his table. Shou looked surprised to see the money there, and gave Hiroto a bright smile. Hiroto smiled in return before walking out into the main street and heading off.

He was already looking forward to the next time they would meet again.

~

Anything I write tends to start off quite slowly, so I'm hoping that you'll stick around for a while to see where this is going :D Though I think that I'd like to mention now... I don't think that this story is going to have a happy ending... STICK AROUND ANYWAYS!! :D

To "Within the Sorrows of Spring - Chapter 2"

kuraiamore @ 2008-11-03T16:33:00

2008-11-03T05:35:15Z

Title: Within the Sorrows of Spring
Author: KuraiAmore
Status/Chapter: Prologue
Rating/Warning: M15; language, very very slight violence (for now)
Pairing: ToraxHiroto, SagaxShou (for now)
Disclaimer: Obviously, nothing is mine but the plotline.
Summary: He had to leave. There was no other way around it.
A/N: Hey yo! First posted fic, so please be nice, yeah? Hope you enjoy ^.^

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“You’ve got to let me go…”

“NO!”

“But… wouldn’t it be better this way…?”

“NO!”

“There’s too much risk…”

“For fuck’s sake, I said ‘NO!’”

He couldn’t believe what his love was suggesting; the mere idea was ludicrous. What would they split up for? What was the need? Fuck everything in the world; there was no fucking way that he was going to give up someone he loved…the only person he had ever learnt to love.

“Why…?”

The word fell from his mouth in a bare whisper. Damn it, he wasn’t going to cry. No; instead, he was going to stare the other straight down the eye until he came to his senses. After all, there was no way that he was ever going to be really leaving him, was there? He could sense hesitance on his love’s part, still glaring at him with furious eyes.

“There’s…there’s…something that I have to do,” he finished lamely.

“Don’t give me that shit!” the dark brunette cried out, hands fisted out in front of him in a fighting stance. “I want you to tell me the fucking truth! But it doesn’t matter anyway, because you’re not leaving me!”

“I don’t want to leave you! It’s just that–”

“So why are you then? It’s just that, what?”

His love hesitated again; there nothing but the sound of his own ragged breathing reverberating in the room.

“There’s…someone else…”

“Bullshit.”

The dark brunette, blinded with rage, threw a wild punch at the taller man, his fist coming into contact with his lower jaw and mouth.

“Bullshit,” he repeated, before turning on his heels and leaving. The door of the room slammed loudly, stomping footsteps heard as the dark brunette raged out of the building.

Left alone, the taller gave an audible sigh, not bothering to check the damage that had been inflicted on him.

“Dammit Hiroto!” he screamed.

His hand snaked its way around the handle of a glass cup that had been left on the coffee table, bringing it over his head and smashing it against the wall. Hiroto hadn’t even let him properly explain the situation. At least, explain as much as he could without giving it all away.

Tora sighed again as he noticed a small, yet deep cut along his index finger. Blood was already drying on the creamy carpet, and he could see a small tip of glass wedged in his skin. As if to make matters worse, his phone rang.

He struggled for a while to pull the communication device from the back of his jean’s pockets, but it seemed that the ringer wouldn’t stop calling anyway. A third interval of silence sounded before the phone began playing its ringtone again. This time, Tora managed to flick open the annoying thing, accidently smearing some of his blood along its length. Well, it wasn’t like it mattered anyway – he was going to have to start a new life, sooner or later.

“Yo, Tora speaking,” he called hollowly into the mouthpiece.

“Finally!” the voice on the other end sounded majorly exasperated. “What took you so long to answer?”

“Nothing you have to worry about.”

“Whatever. Have you told him yet?”

“Yeah.”

“Ooh – how’d he take it?”

“Well, it’s not like he let me tell him the full story. All he knows is that we’re splitting.”

“…Well, it’s better that way, isn’t it? Sorry, though.”

“Don’t bother with sympathies. But you’re right…it is better, I guess.”

The voice on the other end made an empathetic agreement. Tora decided to get the topic off him.

“And how’s Shou?”

“I haven’t told him yet,” his caller admitted.

Tora raised an eyebrow from his end of the line.

“Are you planning to?” he asked.

“If all goes well…then, no.”

Tora heard a huff along the line, as though his caller didn’t want to talk anymore. It became apparent when he brought the call to a close.

“So I’ll pick you up at dawn tomorrow?”

“Why so early? You were never a morning person, and aren’t you worried about not getting any beauty sleep?”

“I don’t plan on getting sleep tonight, and I doubt you will either. Just make sure you’re packed and ready when I come.”

“You’ll probably be late, anyways.”

He heard a farewell grunt.

“Goodbye to you too, Saga,” he spoke sarcastically.

The line went dead.

Tora sighed, clicking his phone shut and glancing at the clock. It appeared that his new life was going to start in approximately…five hours and twenty-eight minutes.

~

To "Within the Sorrows of Spring - Chapter 1"

Eek~ please comment! If I've done anything incorrect, please tell me. I'm a bit nervous about using the LJ system, so yeahs :D

kuraiamore @ 2008-09-18T17:32:00

2008-09-18T07:34:32Z

Right, so... practice:

The lopsided, cheeky grin that you flashed me made want to reel over and cry. However, I smiled and gave you a thumbs-up, shooing you away with my other hand. Your eyes shone full of gratefulness and happiness, running over to capture me in a tight embrace. Somewhat awkwardly, I pat you on the back. I can feel my heart breaking into tears, wishing so much that I could hold you forever like this. But my dream disappears quickly, as you dash from my arms out the door.

For a minute, I stand limply, listening to your footsteps fading away against the sharp slap of the tiled floor. Then, there was a sudden crescendo, and you skid back into my sight, balancing your weight on the doorframe as you come to a halt.

“Thank you,” you say, slightly out of air, “for everything.”

I form another smile, far too bright for the tears that threaten to slip from my eyes.

“No problem,” I say, remembering the way you cried against my chest, unable to gather up the courage to express your affections. “Now, go to him.”

That light was shining in your eyes again.

“I love you.”

My heart broke for the second time that day, hearing those pure, innocent, naïve, truthful words, yet knowing that I could never whisper those words back to you. Not without guilt and twisted emotions creeping upon me. I shake my head.

“I know.”

You walk up to me again, this time with slow, deliberate steps. You take hold of one of my hands, reaching up to plant a soft, chaste, sweet kiss on my cheek.

“I really don’t know how to thank you for everything you’ve done for me.”

I blink, subconsciously wiping away tears.

“Be happy.”

Another exchange of smiles, and I’m no longer sure of how much more I can take. You nod again, this time running out the door without a backwards glance, triumphant and determined.

Slowly, silently, I walk over to the window, peering down to see you. You run down to the pavement and up to another man. Even from this distance, I can see how happy you are. You leave hand in hand.

Be happy, my love, and I will force my heart to smile with you.