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Forty-Three
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It didn't take more than a moment's consideration to
realize that he couldn't go on under the shroud any longer. Reasoning
that one more minute of the charade would rip him to further shreds, he turned
on his bare heel and faced the door once more. Never before did he see
how dull the white walls of the corridors were. He sighed as he followed
the cracks in the wall to the floor.
Shaking his head, he relaxed his grip on his robe so that
it trailed on the floor a bit and went for the door. Pushing it open, he
relaxed instantly upon seeing an innocent face just a meter from him.
Hasukawa stepped back from the door as it opened, seemingly ready to go on his
own way before Shun stepped in his way. "Where were you headed?" Shun
gently posed, tilting his head to the side when he caught himself staring back
at those rose eyes. He almost smiled at Suka's
momentary surprise, put at ease by seeing him so natural and . . . real.
Sometimes reality was a chore. But for a transient
moment, Shun was offered the ability to see it for the first time in at least a
week. Shun closed the door behind him, kicking it with his foot.
What a perfect opportunity to speak indeed, the oddest of occurrences bringing
about a 'reality.' But was it really so odd, even if it was just a little
surprise? The tiniest of changes spurring such things as an alteration in
perspective? Just seeing Suka-chan's face carry
such a true feeling, a real smile . .
. it was different from his normally caring grin. As caring as it may
have been, it still held such a lie.
Philosophy is so weird. . .
Shun closed his eyes for a moment, only three or four
seconds having actually passed since he even opened the door. Expression
or not, now was the time to talk to Suka. Otherwise, things like reality
weren't, in fact, a reality. A perfect time indeed.
Until Hasukawa kissed him.
His robe dropped to the floor as he fell back against the
door, a small gasp elicited by the touch. Suka placed his hands next to
his waist on the door, tipping his head to the side a bit as he pushed
forward. Shun, caught off guard, nearly turned to gelatin as his legs
wobbled below him. Placing his own hands instinctively on Kazuya's own when
they shifted to holding his hips, he briefly wondered if lying was such bad thing.
[Pulls at collar.] What happens
next? :
[Shun wants to go on. . . ] –
Go the Chapter Forty-Five (
[Shun stops and hits the bath.]
– Go to Chapter Thirty-Six (