Warnings: Shounen Ai, Yaoi, and Angst
Rating: NC-17
Notes: As you all know this is the sequel to the mini ficlet So Long. Points of view will change a lot in this one. If you’re wondering, my boyfriend and I broke up. Now doesn’t that just suck? Well, I promised that after I found out how things were gonna turn out I’d finally write the sequel. After I put myself together again, here I am writing again. Hope you guys like it. ^_^
Disclaimers: The song and the characters are not mine.
~ Here I go again I promised myself, I wouldn’t think of you today, Its been seven months and counting, You’ve moved on, I still feel exactly the same
A steady thrum of fingers on a wooden surface echoed in the silent kitchen. Jagged bangs of chestnut shaded the amethyst eyes as they stared blankly out the window. Duo, out of his regular attire, sported a pair of light blue jeans and a deep royal purple t-shirt that brought out his eyes. Across from him sat the fair Arabian, sipping silently from his fine porcelain teacup while peering over its rim with shining aqua eyes at his friend. Worry creased Quatre’s pale smooth forehead as he sighed soundlessly. The American’s eyes shifted momentarily to the blonde and sighed as he ceased to move his fingertips any longer. He was tired of pretending nothing was wrong, and it hurt like hell to keep smiling. / So… how long has it been since that day? A month… Two? You’d think things would have changed by now… But nothing has. /
Quatre sat the cup down with a soft click on the table and weighed his gaze heavily on the brunette in his presence. “Duo… what’s going on in that head of yours?” A shake of the head sent the long braided plait swaying softly through the air, brushing the teens back in gentle sweeps. A look of annoyance crossed the blonde’s face momentarily as he watched Duo. “You can be so stubborn Duo.”
The bittersweet smirk crossed his lips as he shook his head lightly once more. “Glad you finally figured it out Quatre.” Disapprovingly the Arabian made a soft ‘hmph’ sound in his throat and began to drink his tea again. He hadn’t meant to hurt the other boy’s feelings, he was just so bitter. There was no helping it. “Quatre… do you think he’s happy?”
A head of golden platinum hair shot up and their eyes instantly made contact. There was a glimmer of something in those blue eyes that made Duo shiver and fight the urge to look away. “Duo… I don’t know. He seems ok. But Trowa is a hard person to read into when it comes to emotions.”
Dropping his head, he nodded to Quatre. Mumbling he didn’t really care if the other heard his voice or not. “I did the right thing… it had to be the right thing. Isn’t this what he wanted?” Quatre stared with an expression of sadness written plainly in his youthful face. He’d been the only one Duo let in now. The self proclaimed Shinigami had locked everyone out but him, and though he felt honored, he also became very worried.
Duo knew how much Quatre cared, but it wasn’t the same. Or was it? So confused. That’s what he was. He was depressed and EXTREMELY confused. For once he didn’t feel the need to argue with his common nickname of ‘braided baka’. He actually felt like one now. “Hey Duo… I think you need to give your mind some rest. You’ve done nothing but mope about since you and him broke up.” The Death Scythe pilot looked up and saw the warm smile on the pale rose colored lips and just froze. “Would you go out and do something tonight with me?”
A slight grin washed over his flushed features and he nodded. “Sounds like a plan to me Q-chan. Thanks.” The other nodded and for once, Duo didn’t have to force a smile.
~ Its just everywhere I go all the buildings know your name, Like photographs and memories of love, Steel and granite reminders, The city calls your name and I cant move on
By persuasive persistence, Duo got his way and the two were now sitting in a movie theatre. It wasn’t that Quatre didn’t like movies; it was just that Duo picked the one horror flick playing. Grumbling he looked away from the screen as some poor actor got decapitated. Duo laughed softly and did the same in a less obvious way. To be totally truthful, he hated these types of movies. Trowa was the one that always liked to watch them. That’s why he had automatically wanted to see this movie. They’d talked about seeing it together for so long. “AH!” Quatre jumped and hid his face in Duo’s shoulder. Instinctively, an arm wrapped around the other boy and held him close.
After a few moments, Duo leaned down and whispered into the Sandrock pilot’s ear. “It’s ok now Quatre. Just remember it’s not real.” The smaller boy raised his head to look at Duo and instantly turned dark red. Duo smiled softly and turned to look at the screen neglecting to remove his arm.
True, he was indeed watching the screen, but it wasn’t the movie that he was seeing. He was remembering countless times he and Trowa had sat in a theatre, and the scene just seen with Quatre had been done many times with the tall French boy. Except he’d always been the one to hide and Trowa the one to be the comforter. “You ok Duo?”
Looking down he saw the tiny blonde curled against him as close as the chairs would allow, shining blue green eyes staring quietly up at him. The dim light seemed to make the platinum blonde hair glow and prove he was truly magnificent looking. Purely angelic. “I’m fine Q-chan.” He wanted to tell Quatre how much it hurt. That everything reminded him of Trowa, everything except him. Duo found relief when he was with Quatre. But wasn’t that using some one?
Neither spoke, nor moved for the longest time. Duo was trapped in the other boy’s eyes, but Quatre was trying desperately to read Duo. In a moment before the braided boy could analyze his actions, he leaned toward Quatre and captured the soft velvet like lips in a deep and hungry kiss.
At first, the Arabian merely froze unable to react in some way. But the adrenaline rush was taking over and soon he found his slender arms wrapped around the other boy’s neck. Perhaps Duo was thinking he was Trowa, but he hoped that maybe, Duo really saw him. He hadn’t wanted to admit it, but he was in love with this human Shinigami. And in truth it really didn’t matter if Duo was doing this out of the yearning for Trowa. All that mattered was that he was getting attention from the one he was in love with.
~ Ever since you've been gone, The lights go out the same, The only difference is, You call another name, To your love, To your lover now, To your love, The lover after me
All the way home, the two had been inseparable. Arms were locked about the other’s waist and lips were hungrily kissing and biting at every available area of skin whenever the moment was possible. Quatre was dizzy from all of the sensations and couldn’t seem to catch his breath. Duo mumbled a lot in his ears and to his great pleasure, he always called him by name.
As they entered Quatre’s room, Duo was already sliding off the other boy’s vest and tossing it onto the floor before unbuttoning the dress shirt in a mad rush. The blonde didn’t mind, he himself couldn’t wait to feel the braided teen in such an intimate way. He often wondered what Duo was thinking, but then he’d stop and remind himself that he more than likely didn’t want to know.
When the clothes were gone, the American began to slow down his pace as he gently shoved Quatre onto the floor. There wasn’t really a reason for his preferring the floor at the moment; he just wanted to be inside this blonde angel so badly he ached throughout his body. The only thing that saved him from calling him Trowa was that everything Quatre did was so different from Trowa. Straddling the petite blonde’s hips with his knees, he began to ravage the creamy white skin of his chest with passionate kisses, dragging the tip of his tongue soothingly over the hot flesh. /Just don’t close your eyes… It’ll all be fine if I don’t close my eyes… /
Quatre yelped as Duo’s lips wrapped around a nipple and began to suck there hard. He was in heaven and it seemed like nothing would bring him down. Not right now. Aquamarine eyes flew open in shock as he felt a finger slide into him. He hadn’t felt the oncoming assault because of his concentration on what Duo’s mouth was doing to him. Half in pain and half in pleasure, Quatre called out Duo’s name. Duo smiled and tried his best to be gentle as he stretches the tiny teens opening waiting for him to relax. When he finally did, Duo slipped another finger in and proceeded to get him used to that intrusion as well.
The blonde writhed beneath him; eyes clenched tightly shut and beads of sweat plastering the silken golden locks to his forehead. In complete awe, Duo inserted a third finger and searched for the spot to drive the Arabian mad. When he found it, Quatre’s hips shot forward, driving Duo’s fingers deep within the cavernous warmth. Duo’s already hardened erection, visibly got harder just as Quatre’s did. Before he knew what he was doing, Duo had entered his member slowly into the trembling blonde as he whimpered louder with each inch that slid into him.
Duo nearly screamed at the intense warmth and pleasure of Quatre totally surrounding him and soon he made the mistake. His eyes snapped closed and he began to thrust in and out of the boy beneath him moaning out of pleasure and ecstasy. A hand grasped Quatre’s erection and began to pump it in the same rhythm as his quick and deep thrusts. Nearing the edge of orgasm he felt the fire surge through him, and he no longer saw the blonde angel beneath him, but the elegant silent face of his former lover.
As Quatre came he screamed out Duo’s name, but as soon as Duo followed it wasn’t Quatre’s name that he moaned out. As soon as the mistake had been made, violet eyes snapped open to stare apologetically at the blonde beneath him. Quatre looked near tears, but none came. Horror poured into Duo’s face as he collapsed sobbing out apology after apology to the sweet angel beneath him.
~ Am I all alone in the universe? There’s no love on these streets, I have given mine away to a world that didn’t want it anyway, So this is my new freedom
A loud clank echoed in the garage type room. “Kuso!” There was a car in the center of the room, and beneath it was the long slender form of a teenage boy. Rolling out from underneath the car he sat up and closed his eyes. The red brown bangs hung over his eyes with a frazzled and tattered look about them. Looking closely you could see small black shadows under his eyes proving his lack of sleep and malnutrition.
One arm cradled the other unmoving as the face contorted into a look a pain. The fine porcelain face shot up as the good hand grabbed the wrench and flung it as hard as possible at the opposing wall. The instrument cracked in two and a nice dent appeared on the wall. Breathing in deeply, he opened his eyes to reveal cool emerald eyes that observed the damage he had inflicted. “So much for the built for a lifetime guarantee.”
The boy on the rolling platform looked up to see another teen with tousled deep brown hair leaning on the doorframe leading to a tiny office. “Heero.” The other nodded and walked toward him looking at the broken tool. “When did you get here?”
“Soon enough to see Trowa Barton loose it and take his frustrations out on a defenseless tool.” Trowa winced and looked away to the stained concrete floor. Heero shrugged and kicked one half of the broken object across the floor of the garage.
Watching, Trowa began to tremble. Why was Heero here? He never cared before or bothered to visit him. It didn’t bother him, it just shocked him. / He used to visit me everyday… / In the midst of his thoughts he paused and felt his stomach turn. / But he’s gone now and it’s your fault. / Taking a deep breath he fought the urge to throw up. “Heero, what do I owe your visit?”
Deep eyes of sapphire turned to look at him. “You’ve been looking rather unhealthy so I wanted to make sure you were ok.”
Trowa eyed him silently. / Wow… he noticed. / The only reason that Heero took Trowa in was because he felt responsible for Duo and Trowa breaking up. Now it seemed to Trowa that Heero didn’t even care about him and that he was just the flavor of the month. “I’m fine.”
“Hn. Good, I’m going then.” Jaded eyes widened at the response and dropped to the floor again. This time, Heero noticed and he approached Trowa and cupped his chin in one calloused hand lifting the long slender face so their eyes could meet. “Take off Trowa. You need to rest. I’ll take you home.”
Nodding slowly, he carefully got to his feet and sighed. The two teens stared at one another a moment before Trowa disappeared into his office to change. Closing the door he leaned against it and closed his eyes. / God… wasn’t this what I wanted? Wasn’t it me who choose to be with Heero, even though I knew Duo broke up with me so I could be, not because he wanted to? /
~ Its funny, I don’t remember being chained, But nothing seems to make sense anymore, Without you I’m always twenty minutes late
They’d left Trowa’s car at the garage and Heero was driving home. Sitting in the passenger seat, Trowa had his chin rested on his fist gazing out the window. It was a deafening silence. Neither of them really ever turned the radio on and both were the strong silent type. But for some reason, this time the silence was driving him crazy. Reaching out he turned the radio on and automatically turned it to an alternative station. One that Duo would listen to…
Heero glanced over at Trowa and quirked an eyebrow. “Decide you wanted to be like Duo?” The remark was indeed meant to be bitter, and it ran through Trowa’s heart like a dagger. He looked away and felt the tears welling in his eyes. Once… He’d only cried once in his life. It was the time that Duo had broken up with him under the assumption that Duo was unfaithful. The sad thing was, it was he who was unfaithful and Duo was only saving Trowa from the pain. / Why did you leave me Duo? Such a stupid question… I know better. /
Turning to face Heero, he didn’t bother to talk over the loud and brash music blaring through the car speakers. The perfect soldier seemingly tuned it out, but Trowa knew it was driving him insane. Why did that make him want to smile? Duo was… There he went again thinking about him. Without realizing it he slid his fingers into his hair and yanked it hard. “Itai!” No hair came out, and sadistically, the pain was a relief.
The former Wing pilot watched Trowa a minute, but knew better than to ask. He didn’t want to hear it anyways. Pulling into their driveway he cut off the engine and got out of the car. Maybe he needed to help Trowa. Regardless of how it looked, he really did care for the tall slender French boy. Stopping in mid step he turned to wait for Trowa. The action made Trowa pause, then smile slightly. It was a rarity to see that smile and Heero savored the sight. When Trowa reached his side, Heero smiled back in a minor way and swept Trowa off his feet.
The movement shocked Trowa, and sadly it reminded him of what Duo would do. / God, stop thinking about him. It’s over. / Heero looked at him contemplatively and then took a deep breath before heading toward the door. “How does take out sound to you Trowa?”
The Latin boy nodded slightly but soon dazed out of reality. Heero tried not to notice and gently laid his lover on the couch before wandering off into the kitchen to look up some food places that they both agreed upon. Trowa watched his back disappear then turned his gaze out the window again. / Please… just don’t order pizza… / The thought made him want to laugh. Duo’s favorite idea of a romantic dinner was in fact, pizza by candlelight.
~ Ever since you've been gone, The lights go out the same, The only difference is, You call another name, To your love, To your lover now, To your love, The lover after me
It was a relief. Heero had ordered Chinese food from a restaurant that Wufei had been begging them to try for the longest time. Well, not really beg. Wufei didn’t know the meaning of that word when it came to actions he carried out. They now stood side by side washing the dishes. Heero washed and Trowa dried. It wasn’t often that Heero helped him, and it was a slight comfort. Duo had always helped with the dishes even if he was clumsy and broke a dish now and again.
Handing the last dish to Trowa, he busied himself drying the object, when he noticed two strong arms grasping his waist dragging him into a tight embrace. Careful lips pressed to his ear and the deep voice whispered into his ear. “You need to lighten up Trowa. Let me help you.”
Nodding silently, Trowa sat the towel and the dish down and allowed himself to be shoved down onto the linoleum floor of the kitchen. Heero seemed to be in a rush oddly enough, and Trowa was so dazed out he didn’t even seem to care. Strong hands were pulling his white t-shirt off and were soon pulling off his shoes and light blue jeans. Snapping out of his daze he looked up at Heero and slowly began to pull away his deep blue t-shirt and black jeans. / Black jeans… just like Duo’s. Kuso! Stop it! /
Heero smiled and worked deft hands over his abdomen, massaging the tensed muscles throughout his aching body. He knew that Trowa was out of it, but he hoped that he could have pulled him back into reality. Without another thought, talented pink lips began leaving a trail of kisses down Trowa’s collarbone and down over his stomach. Occasionally Trowa would flinch then relax enjoying the tiny caresses over his elegantly formed body.
Trowa slowly closed his eyes and reached up to lace his fingers into Heero’s hair while arching his back slightly in order to gain more contact with the boy hovering over him. Heero smirked and figured he was finally getting results as he thrust a finger deep into Trowa. Emerald eyes flickered open half in pain and the other half surprise. Heero was a lot rougher than Duo was, and it still took a lot of getting used to. Carefully he forced his body to adjust to the intrusion, knowing Heero would grow impatient and force another finger in ready or not. He knew Heero didn’t mean to hurt him, but he didn’t realize how much it hurt either.
Soon, Heero had Trowa writhing beneath him with the elegant grace of a large cat. When Heero removed his presence completely from Trowa he just sat back and enjoyed watching Trowa squirm and whimper for more, beautiful eyes of jade shut tightly. Teasingly, he brushed the head of his erection over Trowa’s opening causing the other boy to gasp and buck his hips upward.
Without another thought, Heero was thrusting himself deep inside the tight damp warmth of Trowa trying with each thrust to get deeper within that delicate looking form. Trowa cried out and muttered undistinguishable words as he gripped Heero’s shoulders and met each control shattering thrust.
Heero groaned loudly and grabbed Trowa’s neglected erection and began to pump it hard trying to be sure that Trowa would come before he did. After a few more hard thrusts Trowa screamed and came in a flood of white-hot liquid pouring over Heero’s hand and Trowa’s stomach. “Oh God…”
One last thrust digging deep within Trowa, Heero moaned loudly and came, spilling his essence inside of Trowa. Withdrawing from the tall slender boy, he collapsed onto Trowa. Breathing hard he did all he could to regain his composure. “Gods… Trowa…”
Trowa didn’t seem to hear Heero anymore as his mind clouded up and he began to drift from the conscious world. Muttering softly he didn’t even realize what he’d said, falling asleep. “I love you Duo…”
Eyes of deep blue shot open and stared in disbelief at the boy sleeping soundly beneath him. “Nani kuso!” Tears stung his eyes as he stared helplessly at the boy that was slowly stealing his heart.
~ And time goes by so slowly, The nights are cold and lonely, I shouldn’t be holding on, But I’m still holding on for you
Brilliant amethyst stared blankly at the ceiling of the work out room, as he lay on his back on the bench press. Many heavy stares weighed upon him with each lift he made with little or no effort. The reason being that the weight he was lifting was near 200 pounds. One his size was not expected to pull off such a feat and with so much fluidity. One small blonde girl approached him and timidly spoke. “Excuse me sir?”
Duo looked up at her slowly and blinked when he saw the soft platinum blonde hair that looked so closely like Quatre’s. He shook his head lightly and smiled at her, never stopping his constant rhythm of motion. “Yeah? Can I do something for you?”
The girl smiled shyly and he realized she had light crystalline blue eyes and it made him shiver. / Yep, looks just like Quatre ‘cept without the green tint. / “I was just wondering…” She giggled nervously and covered her mouth while doing so. “My friends and I are really impressed with how much you’re lifting. Is that your max weight?”
The American had to choke back the urge to laugh. “’Fraid not miss. I’m just warming up before I get to the real work out.” The look of shock shot over her face and he laughed turning his attention back to the ceiling. In the corner of his eyes he saw her turn bright red before she ran off to the giggling groups of girls whence she came.
Setting the weights down on the wrack above his head, he worked his hands over the muscles in his arms and shoulders, being sure there are no tense muscles that could be pulled. A soft sigh emanated from his lips as he resumed his lifeless stare directed at the white ceiling. / Now I don’t know who to think of more… Trowa or Quatre. God… I felt so bad for what I did to Quatre. Yet… he forgave me and he’s continued to stay at my side. Would Trowa have done that? /
Tremors ran through him as he sat up and started on the task of adding more weight to the bar. He could almost feel the eyes widening as he did so and found it amusing to say the least. He’d been a real jerk though. Ceaselessly he headed Quatre off and made up reasons not to be around him. Half was because he didn’t want to hurt him anymore, and the other was cause he still couldn’t let go.
/ Gyah! Life sucks! / Without realizing it, he chunked a weight on the floor and rested his fists on his hips angrily. When he finally realized that everyone was staring at him, he smiled and laughed goofily before getting back on his bench and pretending to go about his business again. Sighing he looked at his white knuckles that clenched the metal bar. / I have something just within my grasp. That will love me. Always be there for me… and I am running away. Trowa… Quatre… /
Lost in thought he hadn’t noticed the presence that appeared just at the head of his bench. Kneeling on the floor, the blonde headed boy whispered in Duo’s ear. “Need a spotter?” Duo jumped, but Quatre quickly steadied the weights for him, smiling brightly as ever.
“Q-Quatre…” The blonde smiled and helped him set the weights down. Duo sat up and smiled nervously. “You don’t know how glad I am to see you…”
Quatre blinked and sat beside him. “I could guess.” The two smiled softly at one another. “Duo… I…” A finger went up to silence the Arabian, and soon followed Duo’s lips pressing softly to his in thankful and sad apology.
~ Here I go again, I promised myself I wouldn’t think of you today, But I’m standing at your doorway, I’m calling your name because I cant move on
Hitting the base of his wrist against the car’s hood, it popped up slightly, allowing the slender fingers to slip in and unlatch the lock holding it closed. The piece of metal creaked in protest as the green-eyed boy peered into the vehicles engine. Running a finger over the belt he made a face. “This will have to be replaced soon.” Moving his eyes slowly he caught sight of the carburetor and grimaced. “That’s gonna have to go.” Grumbling slightly he moved to look at the spark plugs one by one, noting in distaste, the corrosion that had built up on them.
“What a piece of junk. I can’t believe anyone would want this thing fixed.” The hushed voice was bitter as he turned his back on the car and leaned against it. Duo loved to help him rebuild the old dinosaurs like these. He’d always hated it. They were too much work and thought the habit was far too expensive to deal with. But he just labeled those people off as individuals with too much money and nothing else better to do. Crossing his arms over his chest he peered through the unruly red brown bangs.
He was yearning for the company. Someone there. He didn’t care if it was for chatter or for the simple presence of another human being. Sighing softly he looked around. In the past Duo would hang around and chatter endlessly while busying himself working on some old car. The memory of the black clad boy hanging half in and half out of a car engine was rather humorous and Trowa began to laugh softly.
But that wasn’t going to be a part of life anymore. Things always change, and this is how it was changing for him. Casting the steady glint of jade about the room, they stopped on the door to his office. Whenever Heero came, he’d always lean against that very doorframe until he was noticed or felt the need to say something to the uni-banged mechanic. A soft smile crossed his lips, and then it faded into a frown. Heero had been acting very attentive lately. Almost like he was desperately trying to catch Trowa’s affections. It was minutely confusing.
It all started that day after Heero had begged him to take off early. The day that Trowa couldn’t stop thinking about Duo. Had he said something wrong that had upset Heero? Or something that had pleaded with his lover for more affection? He wasn’t sure. Needless to say, he was growing very fond of the quiet and persistent attempt Heero was making for his love. Come to think of it, he’d never said he loved Heero before.
The smooth brow crossed in thought. / Perhaps I should tell him. No… I’m not even sure if I do. But then again… Oh… this is just TOO confusing. / Grumbling he turned back around to lean over the engine again. Reaching in he was about to check the radiator, when someone softly began to tickle his sides. Only two people knew that he was beyond ticklish. Dropping the tools in his hand he doubled over snickering, falling onto the ground in front of the car. Looking up he saw the smiling eyes of deep blue gloating over his victory. “Well, well. It would seem you were lost in thought again.”
Trowa mocked a frown and rose to his feet slowly. “Heero Yuy. You’re a pain in the ass sometimes.” The gentle smile that followed the comment took all of the sting out of his words.
Heero grinned somewhat lopsidedly and looked at the car. “Sou… what a piece of junk.” Wide emerald eyes looked at Heero, then he fell onto his back laughing. Heero quirked an eyebrow in confusion before kneeling down close to his lover. “Trowa… did I say something wrong?”
Trowa shook his head and continued to laugh softly. “Nah, you just spoke what I was thinking.” Without another word, Trowa wrapped his arms about Heero’s neck and pulled him into a soundless kiss in thanks for the answer to his yearning for company.
~ Ever since you've been gone, The lights go out the same, The only difference is, You call another name, To your love, To your lover now, To your love, The lover after me
It had been two months… or was it three? However long it had been, the sting from the break up was slowly fading away. There were often moments when one would think about the other, but the thought would be banished soon after it occurred. Slowly they were beginning to move on. Reluctantly as it may have been, they still did. Heero and Trowa were finally becoming closer. They paid more attention to what the other was feeling, and surprisingly enough Heero was constantly aware of the feelings that were swimming through Trowa’s heart. For the first time Trowa knew that he loved Heero in return.
It was a bit harder for Duo and Quatre though. Duo’s self defense was always to put out that he was perfectly fine, when indeed his heart was in a torrent of agony and pain. There was a lot of healing to be done in Duo’s heart, and Quatre wasn’t going to give up. Constantly, Quatre would be there for him to love him and care for him. The American teen was definitely one that always needed careful and nearly constant attention. That may very well have been why it didn’t work with he and Trowa. But it didn’t matter as each day passed. Memories were becoming farther and farther apart, and he found himself living in the here and now. Duo Maxwell, was indeed in love with Quatre.
During this time, Trowa and Duo had never came into contact with one another. They had decided it would be easier that way. At least until they were sure they were ready to move on. It was Duo who decided that he could deal with it. He called Trowa and asked him to meet him at a coffee shop that they both thought was pretty good. Both missed the other’s company, thus Trowa agreed.
Trowa sat at a small table in the back of the coffee shop looking extremely bored. He twirled the teacup slowly in circles on the glass surface of the table sighing softly. He never did like coffee and would always order some sort of French tea. The fidgeting came from the nerves though. There was now second-guessing on whether or not he was ready for this.
Duo was late as usual, and was fumbling through his belongings in the passenger seat stalling as much as possible before having to walk through those doors. He was beginning to think this wasn’t such a great idea. Glancing in the mirror on his visor he made sure he looked ok, adjusting the collar of his deep azure colored dress shirt before hopping out of the car and walking into the shop.
Almost instantly, emerald met amethyst. They both froze in place and didn’t move. Both felt the nausea quell in their stomachs as the gaze continued with intensity. Indeed, they hadn’t been ready for this in the least. Not in the least.
~ Owari ~
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