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this story.
He ran from Shuichi once. Will he
take this second chance or let his past keep him from true happiness?
m/m sexual content, Ryuichi/Shuichi, Shuichi/Eiri
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Afternoon, 400PM - In route to
It felt as
if hot pokers had been stabbed into his eyes.
His eyelids felt like they were being weighed down with lead
weights. His limbs
muscles ached. His flight from
he had to take a cab to
to
concert was to be held before they returned back home
tired. Planes always did that to
him. He could hardly keep his eyes open,
but his mind refused to let him sleep.
It was like the Energizer Bunny.
It kept going and going and going.
He yawned loudly and
rubbed the sleep out of his eyes.
showed, but lost interest after five seconds.
It was some sort of martial arts comedy.
The intricate fighting scene was making his head spin and his eyes
cross.
window and watched the clouds zip by.
Ryuichi
cupped a hand over his mouth as a sudden yawn seized him.
as he slid down in his seat.
yawn right out of him. Pushing back
against the seat, he lifted his hip and unclipped his cellphone from his
belt. Holding his phone up, he checked
the small LCD screen.
“NEW MESSAGE
HAS ARRIVED,” he read.
Flipping
the phone open, he read the number at the bottom of the screen.
that that was anything new. He had
Shuichi, Tohma, Noriko, Tatsuha and his manager's number memorized, but that
was it. It would be easier if his phone
displayed names like the manual said it did, but then his phone was a piece of
shit. Frowning, he accessed the
message. As he read it, he grew
angry. His grip tightened around the
phone. He did not have to recognize the
phone number to know who sent the text.
“B in TO in 30. LOL
loser. Send out SOS.
Ryuichi
snarled angrily. Damn that man! If he so
much as touched a hair on Shuichi's head…!
Eiri may get to
first, but that meant nothing. In the
end, he would be the one to win Shuichi.
In
route to Lester B. Pearson International Airport - Toronto Canada
Eiri
snapped his cellphone shut, snickering devilishly.
He had
intended to fly out yesterday, but when he checked the flight schedules after
harassing Sakuma, he found, much to his annoyance, that he had been bumped onto
a later flight, which in turn had been canceled for some reason he was still
not too clear about. But finally, here
was on his way to
and Shuichi. As much as the delays
annoyed him, he did not mind too much because he would still get to his
destination long before that moron Ryuichi Sakuma.
Leaning
back in his seat, he clutched his phone in his lap and turned to stare blankly
out the window. He did not see the
beautiful deep blue sky enveloping the plane, nor the wispy white drifts
floating past the windows. The noisy
buzz of the cabin was nothing more than muted white noise.
chameleon-like pipsqueak who for some strange reason had managed to do the one
thing that nobody else had been able to do since his parents’ divorce, make him
fall in love with him.
Holding up
his phone, he stared at it with renewed determination.
Shuichi
The leather
squeaked as Tohma reclined in his chair.
He rested his elbows on the arms of the chair and steepled his fingers
under his chin. His eyes riveted on the framed
photograph of Ryuichi, Noriko and himself from back when they started Nittle
Grasper as gawky looking teenagers. Had
he done the right thing? He did not like
to admit this, but he just was not so sure.
---TBC---
Eiri arrives in
Ryuichi arrives?