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emptyfate tagged me ^_^ so here goessssssssss.............................................


List ten fictional characters you would have sex with/have as your boyfriend/girlfriend, then tag five friends.
penbeetreewood , silverblaise , no_utopia , icestar_c_m , celinafairy Tagged but totally optional ^_^
Part I

Yohji Kudou from Weiss Kreuz *of course*
Hiro Nakano from Gravitation
Aoshi Shinomori from Rurouni Kenshin
Schuldig from Weiss Kreuz
Duo Maxwell from Gundam Wing
Seishomaru from Inuyasha
Kakyou from X - 1999
Aya Fujimiya from Weiss Kreuz
Takumi Fujiwara from Initial D
Seijuro Hiko from Rurouni Kenshin
Part II
a. Post a list of 5 fandoms.b. Have your friends list choose a character from each fandom that he/she thinks most resembles you and justify why.c. Post in your own LJ.

Weiss Kreuz
Gravitation
Gundam Wing
Fake
Hana yori Dango

[game] HELP!!!!

I've been suckered in by the grown up Link. And now I'm lost!! *cries*

How the hell do I find Saria as an adult Link In the Lost Woods?? The Legend of Zelda, Orcarina of Time?

PLEASE! ;_____________________;

Hangman

....
Husbands business dinner party....

......rope....noose.....pole.

^_^ anyone wanna play executioner?

Wrong Number take #3

~Ring~"Yo""I can't believe you guys don't deliver on holidays? That is just so inconvenient for everyone else who has to work on the Fourth of July! I want to speak to your manager now!""......no hablo english" ~click~Sometimes it's good to have two languages hehehehe ^_^;;;;

[Ficcie] WK - "With You"

With you
by 7maxwell
Weiss Kreuz
Short ficcie
Pairs: AxY,YxA
Rating: G - sorry no smut

Summary: It's Yohji's and Aya's first wedding anniversary.
Inspired by my own wedding anniversary, the song mused for this fic was
'Dancing in September' by Earth, Wind and Fire.

Dedicated to my husband which after all this time, it still feels like our first year of being married ^^ *kiss*

Edit: It's 3:30 am and I've had a few glasses of wine ^_^;;; So um...yeah warning


******
'With you'



Candles...check
Roses....check
Wine....check


Yohji went through his mental list of necessary things for preparation.

Tonight was special.

Tonight was his and Aya's anniversary of their first year as a married
couple. Even now, he still can't believe he'd married the man of
his dreams. He'll catch himself staring at this wedding ring with
an expression of awe and... total love and happiness.

The sound of a car entering the driveway shook him out of his reverie. Aya was home!

"Crap.” Turning off the lights, he lit the candles. Tossing
a handful of red rose petals over the white satin sheets of their bed,
he poured two glasses of wine and then hid in the closet.

******

Turning off the ignition, he grabbed the small box and hid it in his
inner jacket pocket. He'd cut work early to go shopping for
Yohji's gift. It took hours of searching but he found the perfect
gift.

Rings. Two identical wedding bands to replace the cheap ones they
wore. They were poor and the wedding had been rushed that they
didn't even get to take a honeymoon. The bands had been given to
them by Manx, the lovely redhead had donated two of her old gold rings
for them to use until they could get their own.

Well now was the time they get their own rings and they were beautiful.
White gold with four diamonds across the face. Inside was the
engraving... RxY FOREVER on his and YxR ETERNALLY for
Yohji's. He fell in love with them as soon as he saw them and
bought them without thinking twice.

It was a perfect gift...for the perfect man.

Smiling happily Aya got out of the car and went into the house.
The place was dark, "Yotan?” He went upstairs. Nothing, the
place was quiet and dark. "Yotan are you home?” He asked
loudly getting worried that his husband wasn't there. A flicker
of light caught his sight and he saw something illuminating in his
bedroom. Tilting his head, he headed into his bedroom.
Pushing the door open gently the thing swung inwards and he gasped at
the scenery.

Roses and candles decorated their bedroom. It was like a scene
from one of Aya-chans romance novels. "Yotan?” He looked
around.

Where was he?

*****

Yohji tried to hide the large content smile on his face and failed
miserably. He caught the look on Aya's face and his heart jumped.


He liked it!

Not waiting for Aya to call out for him again, he jumped out of the closet totally surprising the redhead.

"Happy Anniversary Ayan!” Yohji hugged his husband for all he was worth. Which was a lot.

"Do you like it? I tried to make it special for you seeing that
this is our first anniversary.” He was grinning, he couldn't help
it.

Aya smiled, typical Yohji! Always trying to be perfect in his
eyes. "Yes Yohji I love it thank you.” Leaning upwards, he
pressed his lips against the taller man's.

Yohji sighed happily, his eyes fluttering closed at the soft gentle kiss that meant the world to him.

Pulling away, Aya smiled lovingly and wrapped his arms around
Yohji. "You had me worried when I didn't see you. I thought
you weren't home.” He pouted. Yohji loved it when he
pouted, something about being 'cute'.

Yohji chuckled. "Sorry luv, but I wanted to keep it a surprise
and since I can't stop smiling...I didn't want to give the gift away so
soon yanno?"

Aya nodded, "You still can't stop smiling.” He laughed, "But I
wouldn't have it any other way.” Leaning forward again, he kissed
his husband more passionately this time before pulling away. "So
um...here.” He pulled out the small box from his jacket.
He'd been so anxious to give it to Yohji he couldn't wait any
longer. He wanted to see the look on Yotan's face.

Yohji blinked then took the box. It was small and it looked
smaller in his large hands. Opening it up his face changed from
smiling fool to a surprised grin. "Aya it's.....beautiful." He
whispered in awe.

"I was hoping for that reaction.” Aya said taking the box from
Yohji's hand he took the rings and handed Yohji's his'. "Yohji
Kudou-Fujimiya...would you continue loving me the way you have this
past year...for all of my life?"

Yohji fought back the happy tears, "Yes I do.” Aya pulled the old ring off his finger and replaced it with the new one.

"I then marry you."

Handing

Yohji taking this as his turn took Aya's hand in his', "Ran
Fujimiya-Kudou...would you continue being the loving husband I love so
much for the rest of my life? For the rest of
<i>our</i> lives?"

Aya also fought back happy tears, "Yes I do...always.” Yohji took off Aya's old ring and replaced it with the new one.

"I then marry you...for all eternity."

Aya didn't wait for words, he hugged Yohji tightly letting his happy
tears fall. "I'm happy with you Yotan. I really am"

Yohji closed his eyes, "Me too luv, me too."

They kissed briefly, gently...lovingly.

They parted.

"Oh! My gift!” Yohji scuttled around the bedroom looking
for Aya's gift. Aya stood there chuckling as Yohji ran about the
room over here and over there....


"Found it!” Yohji raised the envelope triumphantly. Walking
back towards Aya, he handed the redhead the envelope. "For you"
he bowed making Aya raise a brow before smiling amused.

Taking the envelope from Yohji, Aya opened it and gasped. "Yotan is this..."

"We didn't have much of a honeymoon...so I bought us a trip to the Caribbean.” He smiled nervously, "Did I do ok?"

Aya did shed one tear this time, "Yes Yotan you did. You did
wonderful.” He looked up into green eyes. "You did
wonderful"

Yohji smiled. Taking Aya into his arms, "We'll since we're
reliving our wedding, with the rings and the honeymoon...” He
grinned naughty, "How about we relive our wedding night hm?” He
leaned down to lick Aya's earlobe.

Closing his eyes as Yohji licked his neck he became instantly hard. "O-ok"

"Good"

Taking the redhead into his arms, he lifted him and gently disposed him
onto the bed, scattering rose petals everywhere. "Have I told you
how beautiful you look?” Yohji kissed Aya's cheek.

"Only every time you see me."

"Then I haven't said it enough. You look beautiful Ran"

Aya smiled. Yohji only called him 'Ran' when he wanted to show how much he really loved him.

~Owari~

><;;;; Talk about a fluffy fic ne? LOL

Sorry wrong number [take 2]

-Ring-

"Yo"

"Hello is this the post office?"

"No this is King Burger. What's your beef?"

"..." click

lol

Ahhh great fun ^_~

Sorry wrong number

-Ring-

"Yo."

"Is this the post office?"

-_-; "No wrong number."

"Isn't this xxx-xxx6?"

>_< "No it' xxx7."

"...oh."

-click-

I get that at least twice a day >_< Damn the phone company for
giving me a number one digit away from the post office. *annoyed cackle*

Insom fic-dribblet

Because silverblaise>made me plot again. >_<;

Here's a little insight on what my brain conjures up when trying to
write during insomnia. This little dribblet was written having only 40
minutes of sleep. ^_^

Let's see if any of it makes sense. lol


It's supposed to b a sequel to no_utopia dedication fic 'A cherry flavored bunny' 1x2 GW fic.
Good morning. it's three am.

Pig Tails
by seven maxwell

"You've got to be kidding me." Heero stood there defiant. His arms crossed, a frown on his face.

"No...we had a deal. I would pose for you in that stupid getup and you
had to dress up for me." Duo said slowly as if he was reminding a
child. "Now go...get dressed." He tossed Heero the bag and waited.

Heero caught the bag and glared harder. What a stupid idea! Oh if only
he hadn't agreed to do this. But then again...he would't have gotten
those images of Duo wearing a bunny outfit licking cherries. He glared
all the way to the bathroom where he closed the door and changed. Duo
in the meantime got undressed and turned down the covers. He opened the
bedside drawer and pulled out several items. He laid them in a neat
order on the small bedside table, he spread himself on the fresh clean
bed and waited.

Heero finished with the costume but had trouble with the hair. He
struggled with it for a moment then managed to finish. He exhaled a
large sigh, then opened the door. He stepped out into the bedroom, his
head lowered.

Duo sat up straight as the bathroom door opened, his mouth watering at
the idea of Heero wearing his costume. His imagination did no justice
to the real thing. Heero was stunning! His slim legs looked gorgeous in
the skirt, and his hair looked adorable in those pink bows. Pig tails
and a mini skirt.

"Heero you look so...so..."

"So stupid? I know." Heero glared, but with pigtails it only made him
look cuter. The little pink bows bobbing everytime he moved his head.

"No, you look so adorable." Duo got up off the bed and walked over to
his lover. Standing a few inches in front of him, he raised his hands
to flick the little bows. He smirked leaning in close to Heero's face.
"And it makes you look delcious too." He bit his bottom lip before
sticking his tongue out to lick the tip of the other mans nose.

Heero twitched as his nose was flicked, wiggling it about at the weird
sensation. Still slightly glaring he pursed his lips in a fine pout.
"The things I do for you. I hope your happy?" Sarcasm.

He pushed Duo aside and made his way to the bed taking note of the
things spread out on the small table. His eyes widened at the choice of
tonight's entertainment. He pointed to one item in particular, his eyes
wide and his mouth open in a gasp. "We're not going to use that are we?"

Duo smirked, "Of course. It's my choice tonight. Last time you took
pictures, this time..." He walked up behind Heero and grabbing the man,
spun him around and pulled him close so that their chests touched.
"...we use my favorite toys."

He shivered at the tone of the long haired man's voice. Duo was
serious! He gulped, "But I thought you hated sharing your toys?" He
asked a bit nervously, well he has reason to be nervous...he's never
been taken before and never used a toy unless it was going into Duo's
ass.

"Relax Heero, it'll be fine you'll see." He shoved Heero onto the bed.
The brown haired man bouncing on the mattress, his knees bent and his
skirt flipped up to show off his lacy panties.

Nakes as the day he was born, Duo crawled ontop of Heero and straddling
the other man's waist, pulled the shirt up to scrunch around his neck
and shoulders. "Did I mention how cute you look dressed like this?
We're going to have to do this again."

He was about to protest when a warm tongue licked the area around his
nipple and then sucked on it. His protest turned into a moan as he
became instantly hard. It was one of his little sensitive spots, he
loved getting his nipples sucked.

Duo licked and sucked the little nub until it was fully perked.
Flicking it with his tongue once more, he licked his way down to the
area around the belly button. Dipping in quickly, Heero's body jerked.
The other man loved it when he did that, always got him mewlling like a
cat.

Without letting the brown haired boy notice, Duo grabbed the long pink
jelly-like item and the small bottle of lube off the table with one
hand. He kept Heero's mind busy with pleasure to distract him from
paying attention. As he licked and kissed down to the edge of the lacy
underwear that desperatly tried to hide Heero's strained erection, he
popped the cap on the lube and poured it all over the jelly item.

Just as he thought for sure that Duo was going to yank that soft
material aside and take him into his mouth...he pulls away. Heero
growled. He wanted that warm mouth on his dick. Wanted it now!

"Duo..."

"Hush love, now turn around." He said getting off Heero and standing up
next to the bed. In his hand he held the large pink jelly dildo.
Hitting the switch the thing came alive, buzzing loudly and vibrating
hard enough to make it look blurry.

Oh no...he was not about to have that thing in his ass! Scrambling over
to his belly, Heero got to his hands and knees and was about to get
away when Duo's arm wrapped around his waist. Duo pressed against his
back, his other hand pulling the panties to the side. "Thank you Heero,
you knew just exactly what position I wanted." He grinned. Heero gulped.

"Now don't move...this might feel a little weird at first..."

~~~~
Later that night.

Duo laid there with hands behind his head staring at the ceiling. A
little smile adorning his face, his expression completely pleased and
satisfied. "God Heero I didn't know that it could be soo tight! No
wonder you always wanna be on top." He said still slightly amazed.

Heero grunted, hidden beneath the covers he laid still, trying to
breath without moving even just an inch. He was sore, satiated, but
sore. "Relish it as long as you can. That's the last time I let you
lead." He mumbled, face half hidden among the pillow.

"Geez the way you say it makes it sound like you didn't enjoy it?" The
slender boy rolled onto his side. "Need I remind you of some of the
things you said to me tonight?" He said raising a brow. "Let's see
there was..."

Heero groaned again.

"...'Harder! Faster! Don't stop or I'll kill you!' I think that was my favorite." He winked.

A blue eye peered over the covers, "I am going to kill you." He grunted.

Duo laughed, crawling over to sit ontop of his lover he yanked the
covers down to expose one grumpy but satisfied wing pilot. Leaning down
he pressed a kiss on the other mans nose. "Come on...you know you liked
it. Just admit it." He smiled.

"Hn."

"Knew it." Duo grinned then leaned down to whisper into Heero's ear. "By the way...I loved taking you with that skirt on."

Heero sucked in his breath, his eyes half lidding and his groin
stirring to life again. Raising his hands he grabbed Duo's naked rump
and flipped them over so that he lay on top of the deathscyth pilot.
Duo squawked as he landed on his back.

"Since we seem to be alternating in our fantasy role plays. I request
that next time we mix and match." He picked up the abandoned pink
dildo, "You bring the skirt and this thing and I'll bring the cherries
and camera."

Duo smiled, "Alright but in one condition." He asked.

"What's that?"

"That next time we're both in the pictures."

Heero raised a quizzical eyebrow. "But how?..." Then it dawned on him.

"...oh."

~fin~

Anyone interested in fixing/betaing/ this story, will be much appreciated.

[Ficlet] Moon Child

This is a little ficlet of what could have happened at the end of Moon Child. ^_^ My own take at a *non* Hollywood ending.




Title: Eien no Sayonara


By: 7Maxwell


Fandom: Moon Child – Gackt/Hyde


Rating: blah, sorry no smut.


Has: A bit of angst, some drama, a touch of sentimentality
and still no smut.


Property: It belongs to those legal ppl that follow me
around, but since they bought me coffee it’s ok. *Side note* I wish I owned
Moon Child because then I’d own Gackt and my precious Hyde too. ^_~





Sum: meh…’tis a short ‘what if’ ficlet based at the end of
Moon Child where Sho and Kei await the sunrise. The muse was taken from the
song ‘Orenji no Taiyo’ which was sung by Gackt and Hyde for the movie Moon
Child.








Eien no Sayonara.








The rays of twilight had barely begun to rise but the heat
of the upcoming sun had already started warming up the night air. The light slowly creeping over the horizon
illuminated the clouds with shades of orange and purple. The color of the ocean
turned from a rich black to a dark green as the beginning of day chased away
the remains of night.





Sho gripped the steering wheel of his car tightly, fingers
wrapped firmly around the circular object as he watched the peak of the sun
hinting over the edge of the sea. The
light hurt his eyes but he refused to turn away, this was his last sunrise and
he did not want to miss it. Beside him,
Kei sat quietly staring at the rising light; his eyes misted over and his lips
set firmly in a tight line as he fought to keep from flinching at the warmth
that nipped at his skin. Together they sat waiting for the sun to rise
completely. Neither one permitting themselves to show signs of the pain
inflicted from the glow of the daylight as it slowly began to shine upon them.





“She looked beautiful tonight didn’t she?” Sho said, knowing
that this was going to be the last time he would ever talk to his friend.





“Yes she did.”





“She looks like her mother.”





Kei stayed silent.





“Has her mothers’ talent too.”





Kei nodded, “Yes she does.
She will finish growing to be a wonderful artist.”





“You did a good job raising her.”





“I did only what I had to.”





Sho’s smile faded, his hand fisting the wheel harder. “I wish I could have held her one last time.”





“You could have.” Kei responded.





“She thinks I’m dead.”





Kei didn’t answer. After he had transformed the other man
into the being that he was, they had both agreed that he would raise the little
girl. It was what Yi-Che would have
wanted. Neither of them spoke for a few minutes, each man fighting their own
demons of guilt and regret. Years of
penitents that had been left unfulfilled, and a collaboration of sins collected
throughout their immortality.





“What do you….Will she be all right without us watching over
her?” Sho asked hesitantly, beginning to second doubt his decision.





“She’s a smart girl, she’ll be fine.”





“I hope so.” He whispered releasing the wheel and leaning
back in this seat.





The sun had risen halfway into the horizon, the light
reflecting off the hood of the convertible enough to glimmer upon them. Both of them were unable to hold back the
hisses as their skin began to singe and crisp at the slight radiance of the daylight.






A tear slipped from Sho’s eye to run down his cheek,
evaporating before it fell off his chin.





“Do you think that we’ll ever see the others again? Toshi?
Shinji? Son? Yi-Chi? Do you think monsters like us will be allowed to have an
afterlife?” He asked softly in an attempt to distract himself.





“I don’t know.” Kei whispered painfully, his eyes clenched
shut, his breathing labored.





“I want to see them again…one last time.” Sho said
breathlessly, opening his eyes to take in the image of the picture sitting on
the dashboard. The picture of all of them at the beach all those years ago. He
wanted to capture their smiling faces in his mind, to take it with him wherever
he goes, whether it be heaven or hell.





Kei opened his tightly shut eyes to gaze longingly at the
picture as well, his sight blurry that he couldn’t make sense of the
photograph. Only the colors allowed him
to differentiate who was who and only for a moment as his eyes began to water.





The sun was reaching it’s full exposure and both men could
feel their existence slipping away. Death was but a mere breath away.





With a dry sob Sho reached out his hand to grab Kei’s
tightly. Their fingers lacing together almost painfully, neither willing to let
go.





“I-I love you Kei.” He said.





“I know.”





Nothing was said afterwards, both men held hands tightly
together as their bodies slowly turned into ashes and dust. An empty car that
once held two passengers remained parked alongside a beach shore overlooking a
brand new sunrise. A photograph on the
dashboard showed five people smiling, their faces gleaming with felicity and
peace. But it was the image of two men second to the left that made the picture
complete. Their closeness portraying a friendship that was deeper than life…





…and a love that was stronger than death.

Gravi Fluff Ficlet

Oy Was I buzzing last night. 0_o
Title: Dress up
Author: Seven Maxwell
Fandom: Gravitation
Rating: PG-13
Type: Fluff Ficlet


Because Freya likes fluff ^_^
<>
~Dress up~

</>Yuki needed a drink. He’d been working on his novel all
afternoon, so engrossed in it that he’d forgotten to restock his mini fridge
with more beer. He walked into the kitchen and froze.

“What the hell…?” He dropped his glasses, the thin frame
landing on the floor with a patter.




Shuichi sat there on the counter wearing a French maid
uniform…a pink French maid uniform. Seeing Yuki enter he squealed in delight,
running over to him in pink stilettos.




“Oh Yuki what do you think?” He asked turning around doing
small poses for Yuki, showing off his uniform.




“I think you’ve lost your mind. Why the hell are you doing
wearing that thing?” He asked still bewildered.




Shuichi’s face fell. “I thought you might like it. I mean
you like it every other time that I wear girls’ clothing and I figured it would
look cute pink because it matches my hair and I wore the shoes because I can’t
wear sneakers with it an-“




Shu was cut off by Yuki’s lips. They kissed for a moment;
Shu closed his eyes as Yuki’s warm lips pressed against his’. The tight
constricting underwear didn’t leave much space for him to get hard without
being obvious. So when Yuki pulled back he could see a little tent in the front
of Shuichi’s skirt.




“I didn’t say that I didn’t like you wearing it. I asked why
you were wearing it.” He clarified. His lips still warm from Shu’s, his own
pants were getting tighter around the front by just looking at Shu in that small
mini skirt, with it’s long stockings, tight corset top and pink heels.




“Well I…” He blushed, an almost pink to match his outfit and
hair. He fidgeted his fingers together while trying to come up with a logical
answer. He gave up because there was none.




“I just wanted to do something…nice for you Yuki.” He said
sadly, “I’ll go change.” He started to walk away.




Feeling like a heel Yuki grabbed Shu’s arm before he left.
“Listen dumbass, just because I don’t fawn over you they way you do me, doesn’t
mean that I don’t appreciate when you do nice things for me.”




“So you….like it?” Shuichi asked his eyes misty and shining
with new found hope.




Yuki sighed, “Yes I like it. Thank you for the little
display.” He said.




“Good!” Shuichi smiled, leaning up towards Yuki’s lips. “I’m
glad you like it.” He whispered before licking Yuki’s bottom lip.




Yuki closed his eyes and groaned. He loved it when Shu
played with his lips like that. It made him want to toss the playful pink
haired boy onto the ground and have his way with him.




“Hm…..Shu…” He reached down and grabbed both flanks of
Shuichi’s bottom. Shuichi immediately jumped up and wrapped both legs around
Yuki’s waist, his arms around the novelists’ neck.




Brushing his fingertips along the bottom of Shuichi’s skirt,
Yuki came across something he didn’t expect.




Pulling away from the kiss he asked, “Shu is that a zipper
on your underwear?”




Shu blushed harder, his face finally one shade darker then
his pink hair. “Well the lady at the store that sold this to me said you would
like it.”




Yuki moaned. Zipper on underwear, equals, instant access.
Hell yeah he liked it! He touched the
zipper again and realized it was a bit warm.




“Why is it warm?” He asked.




Shu, still blushing, leaned in to his ear and whispered. “I
took care of all of the preparations…” He licked Yuki’s earlobe. "Everythin-ACK!"

Yuki had him spread out on the counter.

"Yuki what are you doing?" Shuichi asked surprised.

"Showing you my appreciation."

~owari~

Gravi drabble - 'Dancing'

Gravi Drabble
Eiri/Shuichi



Dancing

I moved and you watched. My hips swaying to the rhythm in a sexy way
that makes you drool. Yes I see you, you can't hide from me. Pretend
all you want, I see you. This was your idea remember? So don't give me
that look. I shake a little, smiling as I do so. I smile right at you
just to see your reaction. Reaction indeed...is someone happy? I wanna
laugh but I keep moving instead. My eyes close and my body sways, I run
my hands down the sides of my body...teasing you...teasing me. I love
it.

The beat goes faster, has more zang to it and I can't control myself.
This is my favorite part and because I know you're watching I
purposfully let loose. I spin on my heel, and I lick my lips...and you
lick yours. Oh yes...I see you but enough is enough. We came to this
club to have fun, but so far I've been dancing while you stare at me
from the bar. Come on lover-boy tonight you're dancing!

"If you're gonna sit there all night I might as well go home. I want you to dance with me!"

"I don't dance, you know this."

"So? I'm dancing and you should be dancing with me. Come on...at least pretend to be my boyfriend for one night!" I pout to you.

"I am your boyfriend...everynight."

"Well if you want to be my boyfriend tonight you'd better get off that
bum of yours and dance with me." I yank your arm but you don't budge.
"Come on...please?" I said please...that always works for you.

"...fine." See?

"But you owe me." You say, pouting the entire time.

"I know...and I'll pay you back." I laugh and smack your tush.

Oh Yuki...I will teach you some new moves on that floor tonight...yes indeed.

~fin~

Like the visible air

Like the visible air


One shot



The beauty of existence is like the air, just because you can't see it...doesn't mean it's not there.



There is no such thing as a good war. There is only death, destruction
and grief in the harshest sense because they are all combined. There is
no such thing as good versus bad. Not one person or colony is evil
while the other is good. Those who think differently have never had to
deal with the reality of what they believe is for the benefit of
mankind. Don’t tell me that a war was the only thing to bring about
peace. Don’t say that to me while I’m staring at a homeless orphan
whose parents were killed in the name of future prosperity. Some people
have said that we must eliminate the enemy for they are corrupt and
destructive. But who is the enemy? We are all equal humans who fight
for what we believe in, and believe in what we fight. Does that make us
evil? Does that make us the enemy? Don’t tell me that there is an
importance difference between a high political official and a farmer
who works to feed his family. Don’t tell me when someone is expendable.
Go look into the eyes of someone you kill and tell me you don’t see
pain and suffering.


I’m not going to tell you that peace can be accomplished with words
alone. I’m not going to say that death is avoidable. For then I would
be lying to you and to myself. There is nothing we can do about wars to
come, about the peace that we fight for. Nothing can be said about the
ruination of our present existence except that it is in human nature
that we destroy ourselves. It is the inevitable. There is no such thing
as a black or white world, and there is no such thing as a grey world.
Those who disagree are the ones who go blindly into battle without
cause or reason.


Peace is an illusion caused by the relief of war, yet wars are
begun in the pretense of striving for serenity. An endless circle that
grows darker with every passing. A hallucination of righteousness
followed by a shadow of affliction that will forever spiral the
actuality of what we humans are born to be. No one deserves to die
without a good reason. I won’t accept that someone was at the wrong
place at the wrong time. Heaven and Hell do not fight over us, they
fight against us. It is for this reason that I have decided to lead a
war, for if we are to continue with the delusional ring of seeking
tranquility, I would rather it be in my hands as opposed to someone who
would find decimation in genocide as just.


I value life…even if perhaps not my own.



-Trieze Kushrinada-

Make of this what you will

Small dribble drabble I suppose. Not much to it. -_^

What started small...

It started out as a small squabble. You know, the usual bullshit
banter. But things got intense and some things were said. He stormed
out of the bedroom shoving things off the coffee table in anger. He
slept on the couch while I cried all night. My tears soaked his pillow
while I snuggled on his side of the bed. He didn't have to be a jerk,
It's not like this is the first time we fought about the little things.
He just likes to blow it out of proportion. I know I can be unbearable
at times but...

...who am I kidding? This is much my fault as it is his. If only I hadn't lost my temper.

The next morning I opened the door to the bedroom and he was standing
there. His head bowed hiding his expression. He shifted his feet in
nervousness.

"I'm sorry about last night. I shouldn't have yelled at you. I was
being a dick and...I'm sorry." He said rubbing the back of his neck
wearily. He looked haggard, as if he hadn't slept enough or at all.

He looked up to me for the first time today and his eyes widened. I
guess the tears had left evidence on my face. He reached out to caress
my cheek wiping away a few tears. I was crying?

"Oh Duo...I didn't mean to do this to you." Heero said taking me into
his arms, embracing me against his body. I didn't want to break down, I
didn't want to cry. What I wanted to do was say I'm sorry to him. Tell
him it wasn't his fault but mine. I wanted so much...

...instead I raised my face to his and pressed my lips to him. What
started out as a small make up kiss...got intense and some things were
done.

Some things indeed.


and that's all the Buddha wrote. Good night -_-

Follow the bouncing ball

Snagged from pretear_jade

</b>Part of being on Livejournal.com is inevitably gaining a number
of LJ buddies. Unfortunately, as time wears on, it's easy to forget
where all of them came from. Post this in your journal and have your
friends respond with how they recall first meeting you.

bounce...bounce...bounce...

Ok this is my last post for tonight. -_-;; I promise.

We Belong

We belong
7maxwell
Rating:G
Songfic Drabble #4

'We Belong'-Pat Benatar

Wufei POV
********************

Even after all this time I still feel as if I haven't done enough for
you. I've kept my promise to you, I've avenged in your name but...but...

'Maybe it's a sign of weakness
When I don't know what to say'

I still feel as if I should have done more. You were, no, you are still
my wife for as long as you remain within me. I may not have been the
best husband to you but...Meilan I have nothing left. Our home has been
destroyed and everyone I've ever cared about has died. Only the memory
of your spirit and strength is what keeps me going...

'Maybe I just wouldn't know
What to do with my strength anyway'

But I cannot continue in this direction any longer. I will still fight
along the lines of justice but this time I'm doing it for me. My
promise to you has been completed.

'Have we become a habit
Do we distort the facts'

Our journey together ends here, but that doesn't mean I will ever forget you.

'Now there's no looking forward
Now there's no turning back'

You died fighting for our lives and I will live in your honor.
Nataku...you were right when you told me once that 'we belong
together'...that love is not a weakness. Because of you I've learned...

...to smile.

Things will be good.
****************

Back on the chain gang...

Back on the chain gang
7maxwell
Rating:G
Songfic Drabble #3

*They're short so take a look ^_^*

7maxwell
Rating:G
Songfic Drabble #3

'Back on the chain gang'-Pretenders

Trowa POV

***********

'I found a picture of you, oh oh oh oh'

I wonder what he's up to. It's been three years since we broke
up...maybe he's forgotten about me. It would make sense I mean he's a
powerful, rich aristocrat and I'm nothing but a nameless soldier.

'Those were the happiest days of my life'

I still remember our last kiss. Sweet, passionate, delicious...

'Like a break in the battle was your part, oh oh oh oh

I know our break up was mutual but...I wonder if he still thinks about me.

'In the wretched life of a lonely heart'

I got my answer when I saw him on TV because even then...he looked at me. I read his eyes and they told me everything.

He misses me.

'Now we’re back on the train'

I'm coming love.
I miss you too.

'Oh, back on the chain gang'

It's a good day.

**********


7maxwell
Rating:G
Songfic Drabble #3 part 2

'Back on the chain gang'-Pretenders

Quatre POV
**********************

When I saw you standing there waiting for me beside my door...I nearly
cried. We were just too young back then. We weren't ready...

'The powers that be
That force us to live like we do'

But things are different now. We're different, I could see it on your face that you were hurting just as bad as I was....

'Bring me to my knees
When I see what they’ve done to you'

I swore to myself that if I ever had you back in my life...I wasn't going to let go.
Never again.

'But I’ll die as I stand here today
Knowing that deep in my heart'

And as you lay here beside me, your arms wrapped around my body protectively....

'They’ll fall to ruin one day
For making us part'

...I will love you and cherish you as you derserve to be loved and
cherished. I want to grow old with you...count your wrinkles and have
you count mine and laugh about it. I want to spend every day with
you...just like I did today.

'Now we’re back on the train
Oh, back on the chain gang'

Today is a memorable day...

It's a good day.

*************************

Back on the chain gang...

Back on the chain gang
7maxwell
Rating:G
Songfic Drabble #3

*They're short so take a look ^_^*

7maxwell
Rating:G
Songfic Drabble #3

'Back on the chain gang'-Pretenders

Trowa POV

***********

'I found a picture of you, oh oh oh oh'

I wonder what he's up to. It's been three years since we broke
up...maybe he's forgotten about me. It would make sense I mean he's a
powerful, rich aristocrat and I'm nothing but a nameless soldier.

'Those were the happiest days of my life'

I still remember our last kiss. Sweet, passionate, delicious...

'Like a break in the battle was your part, oh oh oh oh

I know our break up was mutual but...I wonder if he still thinks about me.

'In the wretched life of a lonely heart'

I got my answer when I saw him on TV because even then...he looked at me. I read his eyes and they told me everything.

He misses me.

'Now we’re back on the train'

I'm coming love.
I miss you too.

'Oh, back on the chain gang'

It's a good day.

**********


7maxwell
Rating:G
Songfic Drabble #3 part 2

'Back on the chain gang'-Pretenders

Quatre POV
**********************

When I saw you standing there waiting for me beside my door...I nearly
cried. We were just too young back then. We weren't ready...

'The powers that be
That force us to live like we do'

But things are different now. We're different, I could see it on your face that you were hurting just as bad as I was....

'Bring me to my knees
When I see what they’ve done to you'

I swore to myself that if I ever had you back in my life...I wasn't going to let go.
Never again.

'But I’ll die as I stand here today
Knowing that deep in my heart'

And as you lay here beside me, your arms wrapped around my body protectively....

'They’ll fall to ruin one day
For making us part'

...I will love you and cherish you as you derserve to be loved and
cherished. I want to grow old with you...count your wrinkles and have
you count mine and laugh about it. I want to spend every day with
you...just like I did today.

'Now we’re back on the train
Oh, back on the chain gang'

Today is a memorable day...

It's a good day.

*************************

Dreaming of you...

I'm dreaming of you
7maxwell
Rating:G
Songfic drabble #2

'I'm Dreaming of you tonight'-Selena


Heeros POV
*****

I can't believe he said it. It's my one dream come true. Thank you life for giving me the chance to witness this.

'Late at night when all the world is sleeping
I stay up late and think of you and I wish on a star
That somewhere you are thinking of me too'

Tonight was fantastic! I've never had so much fun as I did in his
company. I don't know why it took me so long to realize my feelings for
him..but.....I'm glad I woke up. He's an amazing person. So alive!

'Cause I'm dreaming of you tonight
'Til tomorrow I'll be holding you tight
And there's nowhere in the world I'd rather be
Than here in my room dreaming about you and me'

I still can't believe he said those special three words to me.

'And I still can't believe that
You came up to me and said
I love you...
...I love you too

I'll be dreaming with you tonight
'Til tomorrow and for all of my life
And there's nowhere in the world I'd rather be
Than here in my room dreaming with you endlessly'

God I hope my dreams come true. I love him so much but I'm such a
coward. It took me so long to say those words myself. I'm so happy he
feels the same way.

It's good to be alive.
******

I'm walking on sunshine...

I'm walking on sunshine
7maxwell
Rating: G
Drabble

Duo's POV...

****
YES! OH PRIASE THE LORD IT'S FINALLY HAPPENED!! HALLELUJAH!!! WOO-HOO!!!

'I used to think maybe you love me, now baby I'm sure'

Oh yes! It has finally happened! Heero Yuy, Mr.Hn Perfect Soldier has
finally asked me out on a date. Me....Duo Maxwell....Hallelujah!!

'And I just can't wait till the day when you knock on my door'

Oh god! He's gonna pick me up tonight at seven. I gotta find something
nice to wear, better deep condition my hair too. What am I gonna wear
though? He likes blue. I can wear my blue jeans and lavender button
shirt...yeah! That combo goes good with my Sketcher tennies and baby
blue zip sweater.


'Now I'm walking on sunshine, whoa oh
Now I'm walking on sunshine, whoa oh
Now I'm walking on sunshine, whoa oh
And don't it feel good, hey, all right now
And don't it feel good'

It's a good day. No, it's a beautiful day.

It's good to be alive.

****

Got Dizzy Dancing Tango

Title: Got dizzy dancing tango

By: 7maxwell

Pairs: AxY

Rated: R(NC-17)

Humour ^_^

Summary: Yohji was told he only had three days left to live. But
instead of getting all whiney about it he decides to have fun and go
out with a bang! Car chases, belly dancing to tango music. Hot and
sweaty sex...



Got Dizzy Dancing Tango
!#$&()!#$&()!#$&()
"Yohji
you're going to see the doctor today. I made the appointment for two
o'clock." Omi told him over breakfast. The chibi sat there eating his
apples and cinnamon oatmeal. The nasty shit Yohji wouldn't touch with a
ten foot pole. Just to prove his point Yohji grimaced as Omi took
another spoonful into his mouth.
"Why do I have to see the
doctor?" Yohji asked, watching hypnotically as Omi slowly lifted his
hand for another spoonful of dripping, goopy, slimy oatmeal.
"Because you were the only one to get injured on last night's mission." Omi said.
"But
chibi I'm not bleeding anywhere and I didn't break anything" Yohji
whined, if there was one thing the lanky blond assassin detested was
seeing the doctor.
"No but you were injected with something, I just want to make sure you'll be okay Yohji" Omi said.
"But chibi..." Yohji whined more loudly.
Omi
stood up and grabbed his bowl of oatmeal, "No buts Yohji. You're going
to see the doctor and that's final." Omi stated, placing the bowl in
the sink. He grabbed his book bag by the door. "If I so much as hear
that you didn't go..." Omi narrowed his eyes at the older man, "...then
I'll make sure Aya escorts you." Omi threatened.
Yohji slunk down
in his seat and pouted cutely. "Fine I'll go but you owe me!" Yohji
glared at Omi's retreating body as the teenager walked out the door and
hopped on his scooter to go to school.
Yohji crossed his arms.
It's
not his fault he was injected with that...whatever that green shit was
in the syringe. If he hadn't thrown himself in front of Aya, then
Farfarello would have nailed the cold red head assassin.
Yohji pouted, a lock of blond hair falling to sit between his eyes. He blew the hair out of his face.
"This sucks."
!#$&()!#$&()!#$&()
"Mr. Kudou please have a seat." The doctor said as he pulled some instruments from a locked cabinet.
Yohji,
already feeling stupid sitting in a paper gown with his bare ass
exposed for all to see, sat and nervously watched as the doctor pulled
out supplies. Tweezers, scissors, files, those tongue thingies, Q-tips,
syringes...
Yohji gulped, "Wh-What exactly will you do to me doc?"
The doctor turned around slowly, "Just the usual tests Mr. Kudou. Blood, urine, semen..."
"WHAT?!" Yohji screamed as the doctor crept up to him slowly.
"Relax
Mr. Kudou this will be all over soon, just lie back and let me do all
the work." The doctor said as he approached the bed and a nervously
twitching Yohji.
Screams and shouts coming from behind the closed door echoed throughout the small clinic.
A few minutes later a dressed but slightly limping Yohji stumbled out the door. He rubbed the gauze on his arm dazedly.
The
cute nurse at the reception desk noticed, "Oh Mr. Kudou you got some
blood work done?" She said sweetly as Yohji dazedly approached her desk.
"Please sign here and we'll have the results to your tests mailed to your home address." She said as she handed him the pen.
Yohji signed absentmindedly dropping the pen with limp fingers as he turned around to walk out of the clinic.
"Have a nice day Mr. Kudou!" The nurse shouted as Yohji crossed the threshold.
The doctor appeared behind her a second after Yohji left. "Nurse please send the next patient in."
"Yes sir." She said as she read the list of patients. "Mr. Farfarello?"
A gold eye peered from behind a magazine of 'Knives 'R' Us'.
"You’re up next."
!#$&()!#$&()!#$&()
Later that night.....
"Oh doctor..." The nurse moaned as the doctor rubbed his hands all over the woman's body.
"Yes nurse? Am I being too...rough?" The doctor grinned evilly.
"Yes deliciously so..." She moaned again.
The
doctor lifted the nurse and sat her on his desk right on top of some
papers. She slid back and two folders fell spilling papers all over the
floor.
"Oops look at what I've done." She said innocently batting her long eyelashes.
"Never
mind that I'll have Jerry pick them up later." With that the doctor
claimed her mouth and everything else for that matter.
Two hours
later a teenager stepped into the doctors’ office and picked up the
papers off the ground as he was told to do so. The papers had no names
on them just numbers on the top to identify them together. Jerry pilled
them according to number and then looked at the empty folders with
names. No numbers.
Looking back and fourth at the folders and the
papers in his hand, he simply shrugged and placed the papers to
whatever folder nearest what pile. He placed the two folders on the
desk and turned up the volume on his mp3 player. He bopped his head to
loud heavy metal music as he left the office.
!#$&()!#$&()!#$&()
3 days later....
Yohji
walked into his apartment holding a cup of coffee and his day’s mail.
He kicked the door shut behind him and dropped his mail onto his coffee
table. He took off his jacket and threw it across the couch.
He
sat down in his armchair savoring the smell and flavor of his caramel
macchiato. He took a loving sip and turned to his mail. A manila
envelope caught his eye and he picked it up.
'Dr. Ka Vor Kian Clinic'
A
shudder ran down Yohji's spine at the memory of that horrible clinic.
Slowly and hesitantly Yohji opened the envelope spilling the contents
onto the table. Yohji sifted through the papers, skimming them for
anything different from his normal records. A highlighted paragraph on
one paper caught his attention. Lifting the paper he read the paragraph.
Then blinked.
Then read again.
Then blinked again.
'Mr.
Kudou our test have shown us that you have an abnormally large amount
of acetaminophen in your blood system. Acetaminophen is an ingredient
usually found in over the counter aspirin. Now although acetaminophen
is not usually toxic when taken in small amounts, it can be very
poisonous when taken in large amounts. Usually aspirin will only
contain about 500 to 1000 mg of acetaminophen per pill. It would take a
whole bottle of 50 counts to render someone 'drug overdosed' and cause
death.
50,000 mg of acetaminophen will cause death in anyone who
consumes it. It usually takes up to six hours before the overdose
claims its victim. Which is why I'm baffled as to how you are still
among the living Mr. Kudou. Your blood results show us that you have
about 200,000 mg of acetaminophen. Technically and medically speaking
you should by all rights be dead right now.'
Yohji paled and his hands shook.
'Now
since you told me that you were injected anonymously at a party, I can
only assume that is where you consumed the large amount of the drug.
And since you did not die immediately my only diagnose is that you will
not live very long. My professional guess is that you most likely will
not live through the end of the week. My apologies Mr. Kud-'
Yohji dropped the sheet of paper. It slowly floated down between his feet.
'You will not live very long'
'Not live through the end of the week'
Those thoughts ran through his head like a mantra.
Only a week.
No less than that. Only until Sunday.
Today was Thursday.
Fuck.
Darkness claimed the blond and he slumped back in his arm chair unconscious.
!#$&()!#$&()!#$&()
Across town....
'...are
hereby diagnosed healthy. Although your habit of chain smoking and the
amount of alcohol consumed should be reduced or better yet broken.'
Farfarello blinked his one gold eye confused.
But he dosen't smoke.
Nor does he drink.
Albeit
confused, Farfarello shrugged and tossed the papers over his shoulder.
He locked the door to his room and pulled out his favorite knife.
Lifting the knife above his head, he plunged it down.
Right into a strawberry cheesecake.
!#$&()!#$&()!#$&()
"Yohji are you home?" Omi knocked on his teammate’s door. Ken came up behind Omi.
"Hey Omi what's going on?" The brunette soccer player asked.
"I don't know Yohji won't answer the door." Omi said worriedly.
Ken shrugged, "Leave him alone he probably has some date in there and dosen't want to be disturbed."
Omi blushed at the thought of Yohji in the bedroom entertaining someone.
Ken
laughed at his friends beat red face. Throwing his arm around the
chibi's shoulder he turned them to the door. "Come on I'll buy you an
ice cream and we'll see if we can't cool your face back to its normal
color."
Hearing the footsteps getting farther away. Yohji opened
the door and poked his head out to see if the coast was clear. Seeing
no sign of the chibi, the jock or the red head, Yohji snuck out of his
apartment quietly and closed the door. In one hand was a small bag in
the other was a bottle.
Yohji climbed the stairs leading to the
roof and opened the door. He stood on top of the Koneko no sumu Ie
facing the lights of Tokyo. He sat down dangling his long legs over the
side of the building. He opened the small bag and pulled out a joint.
He lit up and inhaled deeply. Immediately he felt better.
He
unscrewed the cap to the bottle of Wild Turkey 101 and took a long
swig. Feeling the burn of the pure bourbon whiskey pour down his throat
and settle in his stomach. The warm feeling of alcohol spread through
him like a nice blanket.
He lay down on his back facing the sky.
Flashbacks of the paragraph swam through his head like a goldfish through a clear glass bowl.
He took another puff slowly exhaling.
What a fucked up way to die. He thought.
Here
he is an assassin who on countless nights placed himself in immanent
danger trying to protect the innocent. And he gets taken down by
aspirin of all things!
He propped himself up for a swig of whiskey before lying back down.
Well
after passing out like a weak schoolgirl, he'd spent the afternoon
trying to understand the reality of his soon to be death.
First,
he denied such a thing was possible. No fucking way! That much amount
of aceta-what's it called...should have killed him immediately! At
least it would have saved him the torture of counting his hours till
his doom!
Another puff.
Second, he broke down like a school
girl with a skinned knee. The last time he'd cried was when he had to
kill Neu. Just all the pain and grief that swept him was unbearable and
he'd cried himself to a two hour nap.
Another swig.
Third,
his hand hovered over the phone. Thoughts of calling Manx and
contacting Kritiker racing through his mind. Maybe...just maybe there'd
be a way to save him. Kritiker always has doctors on hand that might
know how to keep him from dying. Then he remembered that Kritiker was
short on funds hence why he was sent to a public clinic instead of
seeing a Kritiker doctor.
Another puff.
Fourth, he was
angry as all hell! Cursing up a storm in every language he knew. He
tossed things, broke things, kicked things around in a rage of fury.
That all ended when he kicked the end of the coffee table...with his
socked feet. His toe still hurts.
Another swig.
Finally
fifth, he said fuck it. We all die someday; at least he knows now how
much time he's got. Might as well make the most of it.
Another puff.
!#$&()!#$&()!#$&()
"Morning
Aya!" Omi called out to his silent friend. Aya already up before
everyone else, worked on the early morning bouquets and opened the
shop. It was Friday, which meant that the weekend was almost here.
Which meant that it was the busiest day of the week, which meant that
they all had shifts together...all four of them?
Yet as Aya looks around there is only three of them present. The absence of a lazy blond on his shift grits on Aya's nerve.
It
was bad enough the blond haunted his dreams but to aggravate his nerve
during waking hours was more than he's willing to let slip.
"Where's Yohji?" He asked harshly. Omi smiled totally unfazed by his cold demeanor.
"I'm sure he'll be down soon." Omi said optimistically.
Aya
nodded maybe Omi's right. Maybe he just needs to relax, get his
thoughts straight. Not think about the annoying blond upstairs that's
probably still lying in bed...naked with his hair splayed out around
him like a golden halo. The sheets covering only to his hip as the
sunlight filters through billowing curtains to shine upon his creamy
skin. The warm golden light dancing delicately around his caramel
nipples...
Itai!!
Aya winced lightly as he removed the
thorn from his palm where he crushed the rose he was holding. A
familiar ache in his lower region told him he needed to take care of
something....Soon.
He quickly left the other two to mind the store telling them he was going to the bathroom to relieve himself.
Which is true.
He just didn't say how.
!#$&()!#$&()!#$&()
"You
sure about this?" The yakuza mob boss asked a smiling Yohji. His minion
counted the large wads of yen, once he finished he threw the duffle bag
at Yohji's feet.
The mob boss took a large puff from his large
cigar. "60,000,000,000 is lot of money. You'd better pay me back. I'll
cut off your legs and mail them to your mother if you don't!" The boss
said.
Yohji thumbed through a bundle of bills. "No problem boss, you'll get your money back." Yohji said smiling brightly.
The boss leaned forward and took a good look at Yohji. "You’re not sick are you? You better not die on me." He said.
Yohji
smiled even brighter, "Let's say no more than you will. Thanks boss!"
Yohji picked up the duffle bag and bounced out the boss’s office. He
hopped into his sports car Seven and sped into downtown. The first
store he went into was a clothing store. He spent at least 120,000,000
on all skimpy clubbing clothes. Next he went into a computer store and
bought the most expensive computer there was and all of its components
do gadgets. After that he went and bought three authentic Hatori Hanzo
swords neatly gift wrapped. The last stop was a law office.
An hour later he left the office smiling and whistling. He hopped back into Seven and took all of his goodies home.
As
he parked his car he saw that the usual crowd of fan girls was there.
He took all of his goodies upstairs through the back exit and into the
mission room. Once finished he went into the flower shop.
"Ladies, ladies please." He said as he strode in.
Aya, Ken and Omi glanced up from the sea of girls at the sound of his voice. Aya glared at Yohji.
Immediately
all the girls screamed as they saw their favorite bishounen in the
shop. They swarmed over to him as he flirted and toyed with them. Aya
glared harder at Yohji flirting.
"Yohji-kun where have you been?! It's three hours past your shift!" Omi demanded.
"Easy
chibi I'll tell you later but first..." Yohji stood in the middle of
the room. Hands on his hips. "I'd like to make an announcement
please..." Yohji spoke up. Everyone in the room got quiet.
"First
I'd like to say that while I've had my fun with women and the whole
dating thing but I'm going to stop." All the girls in the shop squealed
in protest but Yohji simply lifted his hand in silence.
"Second I'd like to say that my closet is now empty." A few confused looks.
"My closet is empty because I am no longer in it." He said.
A few more confused looks and one pair of red eyebrows rising to his hairline.
"I'm gay."
Silence.
Then
squeals of protest started again as all the girls were screaming the
unjust of gorgeous a bishounen being gay. A few were melting in fantasy
of all the yaoi possibilities.
"Um Yohji...what's going on?" A confused and clearly shocked Omi asked quietly.
Ken's jaw dropped to the floor and Aya's face was unreadable, as always.
Yohji shooed all the girls out of the flower shop and closed the door flipping the open sign to closed.
The other members of weib were still in their place as Yohji walked past them.
"Come on guys I got a surprise for ya!" Yohji bellowed behind him as he walked into the mission room.
"Um did anyone understand what just happened here?" Omi asked still confused.
"I think Yohji just admitted to being gay." Ken said, the watering hose still in his hand.
"I think that was obvious by the way he said 'I'm gay' Ken-kun." Omi said mockingly. "Aya-kun what do you think?"
Aya was no where in sight.
"We better see what surprise Yohji has in store for us." Ken said, turning off the water.
In the mission room all four members of weib gathered around Yohji's goodies.
"Okay Omi these packages are yours." Yohji said pointing to the pile of computer stuff.
Omi's eyes widened like saucers.
"Yohji where did you get all this from?!" Omi asked shocked.
"I bought it." Yohji said simply. He turned around leaving a stunned Omi gawking at the boxes.
"Aya these are for you." Yohji said picking up the wrapped swords and handing them to the bewildered assassin.
"Um
thanks" Aya sputtered, taking the packages from Yohji's arms. He
unwrapped them and nearly dropped them in surprise. Three Hatori Hanzo
swords, he held three Hanzo swords!
"Easy Aya they were expensive." Yohji said reading to catch the swords.
Aya really sputtered now, "B-B-But h-how...w-why..." He asked confused.
Yohji smiled at him. Aya's heart thumped loudly in his chest at Yohji's smile.
"Because you deserve only the best." He said as simple as day.
He turned around to Ken leaving a blinking and blushing Aya to himself.
"Ken
I was going to get you something soccer related but then I realized
that you already have everything soccer related. So instead I got you
this." Yohji said taking an envelope from his jacket pocket and handing
it to Ken.
"Thanks Yohji." Ken took the plain envelope from Yohji
and opened it slowly. He read the paper inside and his eyes widened
big. His legs became jelly and he fell to the floor on his butt.
"Ken-kun?" Omi asked worried.
"Yohji...i-is this...” Ken started but couldn't finish.
Yohji
grinned at him. "The only thing soccer related that you didn't have was
that." Yohji said pointing to the paper clutched tightly in Ken's grip.
"Congratulations Ken you are the single owner of the entire J-League Soccer Team."
!#$&()!#$&()!#$&()
A touch of black eyeliner and there....done.
Yohji stepped away from his vanity dresser and stood in front of his mirror to observe himself.
He looked damn good!
He'd
bleached his hair a lighter blond and even added extensions to his
shoulder length hair. Making his hair reach done to his lower back.
He
wore a sleek, silver sheen low-cut lace top that covered only half his
chest, exposing his flat stomach. He wore black leather pants that
hugged his every curve. Painted on the leather pants was a pattern of a
white belt with painted holsters on the side of his outer thighs. A
cowboy look with a sexy top. To finish the look he put on his favorite
cowboy hat. He glistened his lips with strawberry gloss and wore his
black leather dress boots with a rounded metal tip on the toe.
He put on black eyeliner along with black eye shadow darkening around
his eyes to bring out his emerald irises. He dusted his eyebrows with
powder to match the color of his hair.
Yup
Damn good!
Yohji
smirked at himself then picked up his keys and wad of cash. He stuffed
the money into a secret pocket in his leather boots and held onto his
keys as he left the apartment. He strutted downstairs only to run into
his three teammates.
"Hey guys." He said as all three gaped at his appearance. One was on the verge of drooling.
"Hey Yohji are you...I thought you said you were going to stop dating?" Omi asked.
"I
did, but I didn't say I was gonna stop clubbing." Yohji winked at him
then he did something they've never seen him do. He giggled as he spun
on his heel and strutted his cute ass into the garage.
Two open mouths and one hard on was his answer.
Yohji
pulled up into the parking lot of his favorite club. He parked and
strode to the doors of the exclusive club. Bypassing the long line of
people hoping to get in Yohji smiled and nodded to the bouncer at the
door and simply walked right in as everyone else just gawked at him.
The
music was fantastic! Loud thrumming music echoed throughout the whole
club. People crowded all around the dance floor and some on top of
tables. Sweaty bodies bounced together to the beat of the music. Yohji
strode over to the bar avoiding grabby hands and pinches. He bought
himself three shots of Bacardi 151 and shot them down like a pro. Even
the bartender looked surprised.
He sat there until the alcohol
started working through his system. He went and weaved himself onto the
dance floor and danced for a good two hours nonstop. He had gathered a
crowd towards the end.
The club, 'Dancing Tango' was reputed to
be the place of places to be. Everyone would try vigilantly to get in
before midnight. The club would be a simple club through most of the
evening but at twelve midnight it would close its door to everyone
outside and only those inside would experience at hand what the club
really about.
At precisely twelve midnight the music stopped and
so did everyone inside. The doors to the club shut dramatically loud.
The lights switched from strobbing lights to amber waves highlighting
the hotspots inside the club. A loud gong was struck and a loud up beat
dance tango was being performed by a live band. Alcohol was now on the
house and the amber lights started rotating around the club.
Everyone
cheered as the first stripper danced her way onstage. She was dressed
like a belly dancer. She gyrated her hips in rhythm to the pulsing
tango beat. Slowly she began removing veil after veil until she was
left in nothing but her thong.
People applauded, catcalls, whistles, shouts were yelled at her complimenting her performance.
Yohji
swayed back to the bar, drunk on alcohol and the race of his own heart
from dancing. He sat down and ordered his usual. The bartender handed
him his three shots of Bacardi 151 and Yohji downed them.
An hour
later Yohji, drunk off his ass, started dancing again to the music. He
swayed his hips to the tango being played. He grinded his hips in a
mimic of the old dance of mating and lost himself in the feeling of
alcohol and freedom.
Free that what he was.
No more worries, no more restless nights, no more dreams of death.
Nope no worries here.
So lost in his dancing Yohji was that he didn't see the lavender eyes that had been watching him all night.
Aya
sat in a table away from Yohji but close enough to keep an eye on him.
He watched as Yohji danced and drunk the night away. On some occasions
he had to adjust his pants as they got tight watching Yohji on some of
his more exotic moves. He watched as Yohji danced a fresh flush on his
face.
Yohji was getting hot and sweaty dancing between all these
bodies. He glanced up and saw that there was no stripper on stage and
that some of the patrons were dancing on the catwalk.
Yohji
slithered his way on stage. Much better, more room. Yohji started
dancing again unaware that all eyes started watching him. Everyone else
on the catwalk quickly left to watch from the sides like everyone else.
Aya's
eyebrows rose as he saw what Yohji was doing. He nearly dropped his
ginger ale as Yohji started running his hands all over his body.
Yohji
ran his hands all over himself. The tingling feeling of his fingers on
his sweaty skin left him wanting more. Yohji shook his head side to
side with the drum beat of the tango. His eyes only slits from all the
alcohol. His parted lips from his panting from dancing. His long wavy
blond hair flew around him every time he shook his head.
Yohji
raised his arms up above his head before turning around and running his
hands down the sides of his body. Everyone watched, drooling as Yohji
slowly bent forward to rub his hands down his outer thigh only to slide
them back up in his inner thigh.
Aya sat stunned as he watched Yohji bend forward. Oh god what he wouldn't kill just for a piece of that ass.
Yohji
turned around to face the crowd again and shook his ass Hawaiian style
to the racing drums of the tango beat. His hair floating around him.
Sweat glistening his skin to catch in the amber lights.
Hot, he
was too hot. Yohji, in his drunken mind, knew of only one solution to
escape the heat. He moved his fingers to the catch of his leather pants.
Deafening
cheers from the crowd only made him more wanton and he undid the first
catch. Catcalls were shouted on stage to him and Yohji smiled and
licked his lips seductively as he undid the second and third catch. The
fly to his pants was halfway undone and you could see the silver
material of his thong.
As the last catch was undone, people went
crazy and two big guys jumped on stage and grabbed Yohji's arms. One
slid up behind Yohji and melded his groin to Yohji's firm ass. The
other still holding Yohji's arm slid his other hand down the front of
Yohji's pants to grab his aching hard on.
Yohji gasped and closed his eyes as the large man grabbed his erection.
Aya
immediately sprung out of his seat as he saw those guys jump on stage.
He quickly jumped on stage and struck the large man behind Yohji on the
back of his neck. The guy went down easily.
Bereft of the stability behind him Yohji stumbled and fell into Aya's arms. The man in front growled at Aya.
"We got here first." He hissed.
Aya turned on his icy glare, even more powerful when in possessive mode.
"He's
my boyfriend. Touch him again and I'll kill you." He growled at the
man. Picking up Yohji in a cradle style hold, Aya walked off the stage
and ignoring all the boo's and angry stares he exited the 'Dancing
Tango'.
If he'd known what Yohji was going to do something like
that tonight. Aya would have tied him down into his bed and had had his
way with him. His dick was still hard from watching Yohji dance
erotically.
Yohji came to his senses just as a fresh breeze made
his skin shiver. He realized he wasn't in the club anymore and tried to
understand why. The next thing he realized was that he was in someone's
arms. The scent of spice and jasmine tea immediately hit him and he had
a sense of dejavu but couldn't understand why. That is until he opens
his eyes to come face to face with lavender ones.
Aya seeing Yohji was now awake quickly set him down on his feet. Yohji stumbled a bit and latched onto Aya's arm.
"What're
doin' 'ere Ayan?" Yohji slurred. His body still swayed from the alcohol
and the adrenaline of dancing. His grip on Aya's arm a little lax.
Aya
blushed at the petname. "I followed you here after you left in
that...outfit." Aya said coldly. Still he hardened even more every time
he looked at Yohji in those tight pants that were still undone.
"Would you please refasten the catches to your pants." Aya growled.
"huh?"
Yohji looked down and saw the gap in his pants. Slowly he tried to
fasten them but his fingers stumbled around and he started seeing
everything double. He swayed and leaned against the brick wall of the
club.
Slim long fingers knocked his hands away from his pants and
refastened the catches. A grumble of profanities wafted to his ears and
he smiled seductively.
"Ne Ayan are you...happy?" The question
was innocent yet so provocative that Aya stumbled back and looked both
caught and confused.
Yohji smiled evilly in his head; slowly he
stalked up the surprised Aya and ran his fingers lightly up Aya's arm.
He grabbed Aya's bicep and quickly and firmly spun them around so that
he pinned Aya against the brick wall.
Aya gasped as he found himself pinned between Yohji and the wall. Between a rock and a hard place.
"Yohji
what are yo-" Aya was silenced by a pair of sweet strawberry lips.
Yohji's body melded against him in every right way. His rock hard
erection briefly brushed against Yohji's and Aya gasped at the
sensation. Yohji plunged his tongue in at the opportunity and started
eating away at Aya's delectable mouth. Aya moaned deeply and his eyes
shut as his wildest fantasy finally came true.
Yohji's long hair hung around them like a curtain. Shutting everything away from them.
Aya
started grinding his hips against Yohji's and the older man moaned
loudly. Aya's heart raced with the feeling of Yohji's half exposed body
rubbing against his.
Suddenly everything was gone.
Aya
lurched forward with the pain of loss. He looked up to find Yohji
hiding his face behind his hands. His body shaking erratically.
Concerned Aya stood up.
"Yohji what's wrong?" He asked gently.
"I-I can't do this." Yohji admitted.
Aya's
heart sunk, "I-It's alright, I knew this was a bad idea that's why I
stayed away for so long. I knew we-it would never work out-"
"I-I
can't do this to you Aya." Yohji said now revealing his face. "You
deserve so much better." With that he took off running leaving a
stunned and bewildered Aya. Aya realizing to late that Yohji was gone
went racing after him only to be passed by a speeding Seven.
Shit! Fuck!
Aya
raced off to his Porsche and hauled ass trailing Yohji. He drove in the
direction Yohji took off but the road forked and Yohji was nowhere in
sight.
Goddammit!!
Aya mentally cursed himself.
He
drove around for ten minutes until the sounds of multiple sirens could
be heard off in the distance. Following instinct Aya headed towards the
sounds and caught a glimpse of eight or nine police cars following what
Aya could only blanche as Seven.
"WHOOOOOO!!!!" Yohji yelled at the top of his lungs.
Just ten minutes ago he was willing to just party his life away, but now instead he's decided to go out in a bang.
After
kissing his long time crush, Yohji finally had nothing left to hold him
back. No remorse or regrets. Leaving Aya behind was the hardest thing
he's had to do but he had to do it. It's not fair to Aya.
So
hopping in his beloved car Yohji took off at high speeds. He swerved
around the road just having fun until he spotted a cop behind him. Not
about to be pulled over just yet Yohji put the pedal to the meddle and
hauled ass. The tires screeching as his engine roared with the amount
of power his car was packing.
Seven had been souped up for getaways and that was exactly what he was going to do. Get away.
The
cop still pursing behind him, Yohji swerved onto the freeway and pushed
the car to 98 mph. The cop radioed in for reinforcement and soon he had
about nine cops chasing him. Their sirens alerting everyone in front of
him to get out of the way. They did and he went faster.
Yohji laughed out loud.
Aya drove onto the freeway racing his car until he reached the cops trailing Yohji.
He glanced at the speedometer and nearly had a shit fit! Yohji was pushing over a hundred miles per hour and he was drunk!
Studying
the cars of the local police Aya knew they'll never catch up to Yohji.
Seven and Aya's Porsche were specifically fixed on so to outrun cars
like those of the police. The only one who can catch Yohji is Aya
himself.
Slamming the gas pedal down Aya's turbo car shot off and
he passed the cops. They glared at him as he passed them by; some
started trailing him thinking he was an accomplice. Which is true
enough.
Yohji laughed as he drove on in a racing speed. He loved
the feeling of the wind whipping his hair around the sound of the loud
engine roaring made him hard and horny.
A loud honk drew his
attention and he glanced at the side mirror only to spot a white
Porsche trailing behind him. An angry red head in the driver's seat.
Yohji sobered a bit. So Aya wanted to play did he? Well let's see if he has the balls to play follow the leader.
Yohji floored the pedal again and sped off, Aya followed closely behind him.
Yohji
swerved in and out of traffic, barely dodging cars as he passed them.
Aya kept right on his tail. Yohji grinned and swerved onto the shoulder
lane. Aya followed behind him and bumped him, smirking as Yohji glared
at him through the rearview mirror.
Come on baby give me what you got.
Yohji swerved Seven back onto the center lane and waited for Aya to follow. Aya didn't let him down.
Yohji
exited the freeway, pushing 90 on the curving exit ramp. His car bumped
the wall twice as he drifted with the speed of his cornering.
Aya followed much slower than Yohji. He wasn't about to fuck up his car.
Yohji
ran the red light at the end of the ramp and hopped on the opposite
lane only to take the ramp up heading in the opposite direction.
Aya
now a little shocked at Yohji's driving followed more out of worry now
than playfulness. Meanwhile the cops tried valiantly to keep up but
their cars weren't fast enough, they called in air patrol.
A
helicopter followed the two racing cars driving in the opposite
direction of incoming traffic. The spotlight shone down on Yohji first
than Aya. Yohji drove on as Aya followed behind him.
Son of a
bitch! Yohji cursed as the spotlight hit him again. Fucking cops! He
swerved onto the exit ramp and barely managed to avoid a head-on with a
Mitsubishi. Aya followed closely and only managed to escape a head-on
with the same Mitsubishi by only a nick.
Yohji raced along the
streets avoiding cars right and left. He pulled the ebrake and
fishtailed a corner and sped up. Aya chased him trying to keep up with
Yohji. He'd underestimated the older mans driving skill. He never knew
Yohji was such an apt racer.
The helicopter tried to keep up as
well but with buildings getting in the way and the ground patrols
unable to keep up they were losing sight of both the roaster and the
Porsche. Yohji drove in an erratic trail of sharp turns and fast
straight-aways. Aya barely kept up with the racing member of weib. He
was unsure of what Yohji was up to until he recognized the area around
him.
Yohji spotting his goal fishtailed another corner and raced
into the garage of the Koneko no sumu Ie. Aya did the same just barely
missing the helicopter. Aya hopped out of his car fast and shut the
door to the garage. He leaned against the garage door and listened
aptly to the sounds of the sirens leaving and the helicopter fading. He
slumped down as he released the breath he was holding.
Yohji
stumbled out of his car and fell forward leaning against Aya's. Aya got
up and glanced at Yohji, both lavender and emerald faced off.
"You stupid son of a b-"
"You fuc-"
"How could you jus-"
"Why did you foll-"
"Do you know how bad you scar-"
"Why did you kiss me?" They said simultaneously.
Yohji blinked and Aya blushed.
"You kissed me." Aya said matter of fact; he crossed his arms in frustration.
"Yeah well you said that I was your boyfriend!" Yohji spat back.
"I only did that to get those guys off of you!" Aya countered.
"Why did you follow me?" Yohji asked angrily.
"Why did you leave dressed like that?!" Aya queried.
"I'll dress however I damn well please!" Yohji hissed.
"You look like a slut!" Aya hissed back.
Yohji stepped up to Aya only a few inches apart from the furious red head.
"Fuck you" He growled.
"No
fuck you!" Aya hissed and reached up to grab Yohji's head. He plunged
into Yohji's warm sweet strawberry flavored mouth. Yohji responded
immediately and grabbed Aya's flanks with both hands.
Aya growled possessively and pulled his mouth away.
"Upstairs...NOW!" He ordered. He grabbed Yohji's hand and pulled him roughly behind heading to his apartment.
They
reached Aya's apartment and Aya fumbled with his keys as Yohji fondled
him from behind. Finally getting the door open he yanked Yohji in and
slammed the door shut locking it,
He pinned Yohji against the
door and claimed those sweet lips again. Yohji moaned and rubbed
himself wantonly against Aya's hard erection. Aya ran his hands down
Yohji's side and grabbed those long legs to wrap around him. Yohji
gasped as his erection rubbed against Aya's much more now that there
was nothing between them but a few straps of clothes.
Aya grabbed
the front of Yohji's shirt and ripped the small delicate fabric off
Yohji's chest. Yohji's lust sparked higher at Aya's animalistic
behavior.
Aya wrapped his arms around Yohji and spun around to
head towards the bedroom. He kicked the door open and walked to the
large queen size bed. He dropped Yohji onto it and gazed at his lover
with lust filled eyes. Yohji panted with anticipation as he felt Aya's
eyes roaming all over his body. Feeling extremely turned on and kinky
Yohji spread his legs open and reveled as Aya gasped. He rubbed his
hard on through the fabric of his leather pants. He closed his eyes in
pleasure as he started to grind his hips in a fucking motion. He licked
his lips and slitted his eyes to catch the looks of lust on Aya's face.
Aya
was about to cum just watching Yohji rub himself. He licked his lips at
the same time as Yohji and his breath hitched as one of those long pale
slender fingers slid smoothly between pink lips.
Yohji moaned
mainly from Aya's fierce expressions of lust than for his own attempts
of masturbating. He hungrily sucked on his index finger making sure to
make all the slurping noises that normally turn him on. Sure enough Aya
had enough and pounced on Yohji.
Aya grabbed on to Yohji's
slender body and swiftly unfastened the catches to Yohji's pants. Once
done he slid his hand beneath the leather and grabbed a hold of a hard
erection. Yohji arched into his touch and his long blond hair fell
around him as he tossed his head back in ecstasy.
Yohji thrust
into Aya's hand moaning and clutching the sheets beneath him. Aya let
go of him and he nearly cried in frustration. Those skilled fingers
traced his skin lightly around the edges of the leather pants.
"Yohji
lift" Aya said and Yohji lifted his hips off the bed to let Aya slid
the pants down his legs. His silver thong the only thing covering his
furious hard on. Aya slid the pants off of Yohji's legs and slyly ran
his hand up Yohji's inner thigh towards his hard member. Yohji moaned
and whined as Aya avoided his cock, running his hand instead to his hip
where he followed with his soft lips. Aya kissed Yohji on his hip up to
his belly button; he dipped his tongue into the little crevice and
smiled as Yohji yelped and thrusted.
Someone has a sensitive bellybutton.
He
continued kissing his way up the smooth expanse of chest until he
reached a pert nipple. Caramel just like he fantasized. He flicked his
tongue against the little nub earning another yelp.
Goodness Yohji sure is responsive!
He kissed first one nipple then slid his tongue across to the other nipple. Yohji was a writhing mass of sexual need.
"Ayan please..." Yohji begged, he won't be holding on much longer if Aya dosen't stop teasing him.
"Please what Yotan." Aya slid his hand down to the hem of the silver thong he wore tugging toyfully.
"God Aya please stop teasing me!" Yohji pleaded.
"As
you wish." Aya quickly slid the little material off of Yohji's body and
placed himself between Yohji's bent knees. Yohji only had a small
breath as a warning until a firm tongue, soft lips and a warm cavern
engulfed his hardened cock.
He yelped and thrusted needly into
Aya's mouth. Aya grabbed Yohji's hips stilling his thrusts to keep from
gagging. Yohji whined at the restrictions, clenching his hands on the
bed sheets instead of Aya's hair. He was afraid he might pull of that
cap of red hair from his lovers head.
Aya sucked and slurped
hungrily until he felt Yohji's testicles harden. He let go of Yohji's
cock just as Yohji was about to cum.
"AYA!" Yohji screamed as Aya let him go. He was so close! He was so damn close!!
"Don't want to end the fun early do we?" Aya purred and slid his lean body alongside Yohji's. Yohji groaned in frustration.
"Fuck Aya!" He yelled.
"I
intend to." Aya said reaching into a drawer beside his bed. He fumbled
around until he pulled out what he was looking for. Yohji arched his
eyebrow at the little bottle of strawberry lube.
"When the dreams
of you become too much." Aya explained. He flipped the cap back and
poured a liberal amount of lube onto his fingers. The scent of
strawberries reminded him of Yohji's lips and he leaned down to claim
said lips again. He reached down with his lubed fingers to Yohji's
opening and slid one finger all the way to the knuckle.
Yohji
gasped and arched at the feeling of penetration. He's never had sex
with a man before. He'd only been interested in women until he met Aya.
Aya awoke a longing in him he wasn't aware existed until he started
having wet erotic dreams of him. He's not entirely sure what's supposed
to happen.
He tore away from those delicious lips, "Aya I have to tell you that-" Aya shushed him with his lips. Yohji pulled away again.
"Aya I need to tell you that I've never-"
"Never had sex with a man before right?" Aya said.
"How did you know?" Yohji asked.
"You're tight....down here." Aya said as he slid another finger into Yohji.
Yohji gasped at the feeling of being stretched for something much bigger. Which brings to mind...
"Ayan you're still dressed." Yohji pouted.
Aya
smirked, only removing his fingers from Yohji once, he undressed
himself with one hand leaving himself gloriously naked. Yohji feasted
his eyes on Aya's delicious body.
"You're beautiful." Yohji whispered.
Aya blushed slightly, then added a third finger into Yohji' entrance.
Yohji gasped again and closed his eyes to concentrate on those fingers plunging in and out of his body.
It felt weird. Good but weird.
Aya
watched the thoughtful look on Yohji's face turn into pure bliss as he
stroke Yohji's prostate. He kept stroking that wonderful spot over and
over again eliciting loud moans and yelps from his writhing lover.
Yohji was lost as those fireworks kept exploding around him over and over. Then it was gone.
"No" He whimpered softly, on the verge of crying. A single tear fell from clenched eyelids.
"Yohji look at me." Aya stroke Yohji's cheek with fingertips.
Yohji
opened his eyes and watched as Aya coated his erection with lube and
then aligned himself between Yohji's legs. He watched as Aya grabbed
his cock and aligned it with Yohji's opening. Yohji watched as Aya
slowly slid the tip of his cock into his body, the ecstasy on Aya's
face was enough to keep his attention from what was happening to him.
Totally focused on Aya's face, Yohji watched as Aya slid a little more
in. Slowly Aya pushed and then Yohji felt as well as watched as Aya
slid his entire cock into Yohji's tight hot body.
Yohji panted as
the feeling of something foreign was in him. He clenched and it hurt.
He started to panic. It was supposed to feel good not hurt right?
"Yohji
relax. You need to relax and it'll feel better." Aya whispered
soothingly into his ear. Gently licking the outer shell of his ear.
Breathe! That's the key. Breathe!
Slowly the pain started to fade away as his muscles relaxed. He relaxed completely against the bed, Aya hovering above him.
"Much better." Aya purred into his ear.
Yohji was about to say something when Aya withdrew and then plunged back in a little more forcefully.
"Ahhh!" Was all he could say.
"hn" Aya smirked.
Aya
continued thrusting, slow at first but as Yohji pleaded for more he
started to go faster. Soon he was pounding his hard cock into Yohji as
fast and as hard as he could. The bed lunged with each thrust. The head
board slammed against the wall as he pounded into Yohji's ass.
"OH
GOD! OH GOD! OH GOD!" Yohji screamed as Aya kept slamming into his
prostate. His balls hardened and he arched his back off the bed as he
came harder than he's ever cum before. He screamed Aya's name as loud
as he could. Aya paused as Yohji spasmed, his cock trapped in the
clenching muscles. When Yohji laid back trembling Aya continued to
thrust until he too finally came and he screamed Yohji's name as he
shot his seed into Yohji's passage.
Aya pulled out and lay down
beside Yohji. Yohji cuddled up next to Aya and threw his arm across the
red heads chest. Aya reached down and pulled the blankets around them.
"Yohji-"
"Shhhh" Yohji said softly, he hugged Aya closer to him. "Let's just enjoy this right now please."
Aya nodded then fell asleep with Yohji beside him.
!#$&()!#$&()!#$&()
Aya
woke up feeling cold and lonely. He sat up and looked around for Yohji
but the tall assassin was nowhere in sight. Feeling hurt and angry he
got up and got dressed. He went downstairs and ignored the blushing
looks his younger teammates were trying not to give him.
So what if they know or heard. He didn't care.
"I'm opening the shop." He barked out.
The
other two wisely didn't respond. It was a Saturday which meant that
they closed early and were closed on Sunday. Aya didn't speak to either
Ken or Omi only if it was work related. When Omi tried to ask if Aya
had seen Yohji, Aya glared icy daggers at him. They younger man 'eeped'
and left him alone after that.
It was seven o'clock and Yohji had
not been seen or heard of all day. Aya, fed up with Yohji's antics,
marched up to his apartment and pounded the door to see if the blond
was in.
No answer.
Fed up, he picked the lock and entered
the apartment. Clothes were strown all over the place, empty shopping
bags, and papers were all over the coffee table and floor. Aya frowned.
Yohji
was usually much more organized then this. Mechanically Aya started
going through the clothes, blushing at some of Yohji's choices of club
outfits. He was going through the papers and letters on the coffee
table when a highlighted page made him pick it up.
He paled as he read the paper. Oh God!
He sank into the armchair. His hand flew to his mouth to control the urge to throw up.
Oh God not Yohji! Please not Yohji!
His
eyes widened as things started to make more sense to him. The gifts,
the confession, the club, that horrible car chase, him...
No not
now! Aya berated himself, he'll feel sorry for himself after he finds
Yohji. Grabbing the paper Aya ran downstairs and consulted Omi and Ken.
Omi almost cried and Ken got really pissed.
"Oh Aya-kun we need to find him!" Omi pleaded.
"But how? He's left Seven here, I know I checked already." Aya yelled angrily.
"His watch." Ken said.
The
other two stared at him before Omi remembered. "Oh that's right! Yohji
has a tracking device implanted into his weapon. And seeing as how he
never takes off his watch..." Omi didn't finish the sentence. He ran to
his computer and typed quickly bringing up the location of Yohji.
"Here he is...he's at Tokyo bay." Omi said confused. He continued typing.
"What is it Omi?" Aya asked harshly, worried beyond self control.
"It
says here that he's twelve feet below sea level. But that can't be
right he'd have to be at the bottom of the oce-" He stopped as the
sinking feeling spread through him.
Aya's knees gave way. "Oh god!"
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Yohji stared off into the sunset. Last one for that matter.
Last night was something else. First the club, then the extreme car chase, then Aya....
Actually that last bit with Aya was the best thing to ever happen to him...ever.
But it's not fair to Aya. Yohji wasn't kidding when he said Aya deserved better.
When
he woke up this morning wrapped up in Aya's arms, he nearly cried at
the pain. Here he finally finds a new love only to have it snatched
away. It took him five minutes of moving really slow to get out of bed
without waking Aya. He gloomily gathered his clothes and left the
apartment. He dressed in his own apartment. He left Seven home because
he's pretty sure the cops are still looking for him. So he walked all
the way from the Koneko to Tokyo bay.
The sea wind rustled his
hair. He washed off the makeup and the remains of sex but he'd left the
hair extensions alone. He kind of liked it.
Looking down at his watch, he took it off.
"Won't
be needing this anymore." He said and dropped it into the sea. He stood
there watching as the weapon sank slowly to the bottom of the sea. He
stood there until the sun was completely down and the moon shone
brightly against the black of the sea. Unsteadily Yohji climbed the
rails of the pier. He stood there teetering with the wind. His arms
spread out wide.
Off in the distance the sound of a roaring engine whistled to him but he decided to ignore it.
"It dosen't matter. Nothing matters anymore." He whispered softly against the wind.
The roaring was getting louder. Behind it was the sound of sirens. Yohji smirked.
"Poor bastard, the cops must still be mad from me."
The sounds were getting louder and Yohji was beginning to lose his concentration. Anger flared up within him.
"Fuck
it all" He growled and let the wind push him. He fell with nothing but
the sounds of the crashing waves and the wind. He hit the water and the
sloshing sound engulfed him but not before he heard a definite 'Yohji'.
But it dosen't matter, it was probably the wind. He thought just as the darkness took him.
"YOHJI!!"
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Soft...clean....anticeptical....nani?
Yohji
slowly opened his eyes only to shut them from the light. He groaned as
he finally registered his battered body. He hurt everywhere.
"Yohji?"
Aya? Aya was here with him?
Yohji
slowly opened his eyes and it took him a little time to focus clearly.
He saw Aya sitting beside his bed. He looked tired and his face was
red. Like he's been crying.
"Hey" Yohji said weakly, trying to lift his hand to brush it against Aya's face only it wouldn't move.
"Hey" Aya replied waterily. He bowed his head and his shoulders trembled.
"Aya?"
"YOU
BASTARD!!" Aya yelled at him standing up angrily. He started pacing the
room. "Do you know what we went through because of you?"
Yohji flinched.
"We
took off in search of you when we figured out your odd behavior. We
were worried that you'd stupidly killed yourself only to get there in
time to catch you in the process!" Aya huffed still pacing.
"I
screamed at you but you either didn't hear me or you simply ignored me,
then I had to jump in after you so that you wouldn't die!" Aya stopped
to glare at him before continuing to pace.
"Omi damn near had a
coronary, and I think Ken went into shock. When I pulled you out you
were all blue in the face and I thought...I thought I'd lost you." Aya
said. He stopped pacing and covered his face with his hand.
Yohji
sat up albeit painfully. "Aya love come here...please." Yohji said
softly. Aya wasted no time burying himself into his lover's arms.
"Shhhh, now it's alright." Yohji soothed.
Aya pulled back, "But Yohji why?" he asked.
Yohji
leaned his weary body back down. "I'm dying Aya. I got a letter from
the clinic that did the physical on me. Omi sent me to make sure that I
didn't get injected with something harmful from that last mission we
had. The paper said I was overdosed on acetmun--acetanmorh-aceta-"
"Acetaminophen?" Aya replied.
"Yeah that one...hey how'd you know?" Yohji asked.
"I found the paper in your apartment. That's how we knew something was wrong. But Yohji you’re not dying." Aya said standing up.
"I'm not?" Yohji asked hopefully.
"No
you idiot you're not. I showed the doctor the paper and he tested you.
You came up healthy. There's nothing wrong with you." Aya said.
"GREAT!!" Yohji shouted, and then his face fell. "Oh shit!!!" he swore.
"What?" Aya asked.
"I owe a yakuza mob boss 60,000,000,000 yen."
Aya's eyebrows shot up.
Yohji shrugged, "I thought I was gonna die."
"You idiot." Aya mumbled.
"What am I gonna do?" Yohji whined.
Aya
walked back over to Yohji and ran a comforting hand through Yohji's
blond hair. "Yotan did you forget who it is we work for?"
Yohji's eyes lit up, "Oh yeah."
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"-and
that's how one yakuza mob boss was arrested. In other news the
continued search for the new owner of the J-League soccer team has yet
to be productive. Any information regarding this new owner has been
very secretive. The only information we have of this mysterious new
owner is through the letters mailed to the J-League with orders of
extensive training and renewal of contracts all signed 'HK'. And that's
the end of our report back to you Bob-"
"Hey chibi you mind watching the store for a few minutes?" Yohji asked wiping his hands on this apron.
Omi chuckled softly, "Sure Yohji, tell Aya he'd better not be late to work again. If he is I'm holding you responsible!"
Yohji
blushed as he walked out of the back door. He climbed the stairs and
into his and Aya's apartment. After the whole stupid 'dying' incident
Aya demanded Yohji move in with him. Yohji didn't even think twice
about it and said yes.
"Ayan where are you my little kitten?" Yohji teased, he knows Aya has a fetish for petnames.
"I'm
taking a shower!" Aya called out from the bathroom. Yohji opened the
door, a cloud of steam swept by him. He grinned as he started to pull
off his shirt.
"Hey you got anymore room in there?" Yohji removed his pants and boxers.
"If I let you in here I'll never be to work on time." Aya said annoyed.
Yohji pulled open the curtain exposing a nude and totally wet Aya.
"Don't worry Omi knows. He's already blaming for it."
!#$&()!#$&()!#$&()
Meanwhile across town.....
Schuldig closed the door behind him. He turned around and walked down the hall. He opened the door to Farfarello's room.
"Hey Farf I got your favorite strawberry cheeseca-" He stopped as he noticed the cloud of smoke.
"Farf what are you doing?" Schuldig asked curiously.
Farfarello sat in his chair with a cigarette in one hand and a bottle of Jack Daniels in the other.
"I'm smoking and drinking." He said simply.
"Why?"
"Because it says right here that I do." Farfarello said pointing to the letter from the clinic.
"Says who?" Schuldig asked picking up the paper.
"My doctor." Farfarello puffed and swug.
"But you've never smoked or drank before?" Schuldig said confused.
"I know."
"Then why are you doing it now?"
"Because the doctor said not to."
!#$&()
Owari