Fan Fiction ❯ Lonely Hearts ❯ Meeting ( Chapter 1 )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: Tetsunosuke_Lover 
Anime/Manga: Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Shounen / Romance | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 03.25.2006 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.5K | Visits: 218 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Shounen / Romance | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 03.25.2006 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.5K | Visits: 218 | Status: Completed
A Lonely Heart
Chapter 1
Sohru sat in the corner of the small bar. He always sat there; he didn't drink and usually ordered water. It was the man at the counter he was interested in. He was lean and dark, his skin was amber smooth and delicious. How he wanted to stroke and caress that beautiful skin of his. He was tall, about a foot taller than Sohru not that he cared in anyway, he preferred taller men. The man would sit at the counter and drink brandy until he felt he'd had enough, never did he get drunk, no matter how much he drank he knew when to stop. Tonight he was tense Sohru could see that in his face, he was frowning, contemplating. Sohru had never had the courage to approach the man, he had always been rejected people just didn't like him. He was more feminine looking than most men; he didn't mind he liked his looks. The man was drinking heavily tonight, more stressed than usual. Every now and then Sohru would hear him sigh. The man yawned, he was tired and slightly drunk the barkeep offered him another drink, but he raised his hand and refused. He got up and walked to the door, he walked slow long steps that covered a lot of distance. Sohru smelled a sweet scent as he walked by he closed his eyes and memorised it. It was his smell.
The next night, the man was sitting at the counter as usual. He wasn't frowning, he looked fairly content. Sohru had never seen him smile, he wanted to see the smile of his love, he wanted to see happiness in his eyes but he never did. Sohru took a deep breath, now was the time he was going to approach him, he was going to make himself known to him even if he was rejected, as it was better to try and have failed than to have not tried and wonder. He walked slowly towards the stool next to him, never letting his eyes leave the man. He sat down and ordered a drink. The man never even looked up; Sohru took slow breaths and said in a timid and quiet manner. “Hi...” but he wasn't heard. The man was too busy playing with a dime. “Hi.” He said louder this time. He could feel his heart racing and blood rushing to his head as the man turned and looked at him.
He felt dizzy, the man's eyes focused on Sohru they were deep and a brownish green they penetrated his heart, soul and mind, every part of Sohru's body wanted to caress and kiss this man, this man of whom he didn't even know his name. “Hi.” The man replied. His voice was deep, not husky but smooth and flowing. He looked Sohru up and down. “Who are you?” he asked. He looked generally interested. “My Name is Sohru.” He said holding out his hand. The man looked at his hand then shook it, his hand was bigger than Sohru's it was much darker in terms of tone, it was soft and firm and he was strong. The touch of this man made his skin burn and his stomach tingle, he felt hot and dizzy. “Ichi.” He said, not needing to be prompted. The dime slipped from his fingers and rolled across the table. Ichi blew upwards so that his hair moved slightly from his face. His hair was shiny and beautiful, it was white. Sohru couldn't believe that the hair was natural, it looked odd against his amber skin but still it was beautiful. Ichi turned his head and looked at Sohru and saw how he stared in utter affection at him. A long and heartfelt smile spread across his face his whole face seemed to soften and look happy and joyful, it was a satisfied smile, not a laughing joking smile, but one of happiness of content ness. Sohru felt his heart beating faster, it drummed in his ears so hard and fast that they hurt, he began to sweat and slightly shake, the smile of Ichi melted him, it made him blush, it made him feel embarrassed.
“So…” said Ichi, and they began to talk, they talked for such a long time. But the time didn't seem to pass, Sohru was told of Ichi's misfortunes of his happy times and sad times, but he still felt he didn't know him. Ichi was pleased to hear about Sohru's life, though it was stuttery and full of mistakes. When he stuttered or his voice broke into a squeak mid sentence, he would smile and sometimes laugh. He liked him. He liked that he was so shy and naive, that he blushed when he said a kind word about him or gazed soft eyed at him. It pleased him that he could make someone feel that way. When the bar was closing, a thought passed over Ichi. “Sohru” he began. “Our night doesn't have to end here, please come with me to my house and we can talk some more.” Sohru stood rigid as though struck with lightning, he didn't want to go that far, he didn't know Ichi very well but then if he went with him, he would find out more, wouldn't he? “Yes, that would be nice.” He said smiling.
Sohru could feel his heart beating loudly and fast in his ears as he walked with Ichi, he was walking with his hands in his pockets. Sohru put his arm through the loop of Ichi's, he turned and smiled not seeming to care. They reached Ichi's house, it wasn't big but it was well tended to and had a bright blue front door and Sohru remembered this. As they entered the house a burst of incense hit them. “Don't mind that” he said “It's better than any air freshener!” even though Sohru had been hearing Ichi's voice all night, now it was more personal and soft and low, it sent tingles to his stomach, and to his discomfort, other parts of his body. He blushed. “Well come on in, take that coat off and hang it up there.” He said pointing to a small hook. He sat down on the sofa and patted the space next to him. Sohru stood in disbelief, the man he loved and he had been gazing at for so long was in front of him and asking him to sit down. “I won't bite.” Ichi said looking a little impatient. Sohru hurried and sat down on the sofa and looked up at him. Ichi laughed at his small child like face and brushed a strand of wet hair hanging down from his head behind his ear, the back of his hand brushed against Sohru's face has he did so, his skin burned and he shivered in delight. “Now then” Said Ichi “Tell me what you think of me.” It was of a demanding tone, but it was soft and laidback. Sohru nearly exploded. “I think you are the most wonderful and beautiful being to grace this earth! I think you should be worshiped and pampered! No-one is good enough for you, you surpass all you are a wonderful being, you are an angel sent from heaven!”
Ichi was shocked and moved by Sohru's answer, he was meaning what kind of person he was, of if he liked him. “Sohru…” Ichi wrapped his arm around him, and held him close, tears ran down his face and he closed his eyes. He stroked Sohru's glowing pink cheeks, he was in tears also. “Sohru, I feel like I've known you for years, yet I know we only met tonight.” Sohru looked up at him, his brown-green eyes watery and longing. Sohru wiped Ichi's tears from his face. “You have a lonely heart.” He said, “I can feel it, but why? You are beautiful and kind, you're heart is pure, you are the most wonderful -” Ichi put his finger to Sohru's lips, tears ran down his face and neck. “Don't.” he said. “Please don't…” Sohru liked the feel of his finger on his lips, he kissed it then took Ichi's hand. “But why?” Ichi didn't look like he did before, he was in pain and the experience was hurting him. “Leave….Sohru leave!” his voice was strained, the words were forced he didn't want to say them, and his mouth tried to close as he said them. “Leave! Now!” he stood up and grabbed Sohru's wrist and wrenched him from the sofa. “Ichi! It hurts!” Ichi was hurting him but he moved round to his front. “Ichi why? Don't you like me.” Ichi's face was rigid, he shook his head feverishly and pushed him to the door. When Sohru was outside he called to him “You don't want me Sohru! You don't!” and slammed the door. Sohru stood looking at the door for a long time and then proccedd to head home, feeling rejected and slightly dizzy. I will see him again, he thought. I will.
Chapter 1
Sohru sat in the corner of the small bar. He always sat there; he didn't drink and usually ordered water. It was the man at the counter he was interested in. He was lean and dark, his skin was amber smooth and delicious. How he wanted to stroke and caress that beautiful skin of his. He was tall, about a foot taller than Sohru not that he cared in anyway, he preferred taller men. The man would sit at the counter and drink brandy until he felt he'd had enough, never did he get drunk, no matter how much he drank he knew when to stop. Tonight he was tense Sohru could see that in his face, he was frowning, contemplating. Sohru had never had the courage to approach the man, he had always been rejected people just didn't like him. He was more feminine looking than most men; he didn't mind he liked his looks. The man was drinking heavily tonight, more stressed than usual. Every now and then Sohru would hear him sigh. The man yawned, he was tired and slightly drunk the barkeep offered him another drink, but he raised his hand and refused. He got up and walked to the door, he walked slow long steps that covered a lot of distance. Sohru smelled a sweet scent as he walked by he closed his eyes and memorised it. It was his smell.
The next night, the man was sitting at the counter as usual. He wasn't frowning, he looked fairly content. Sohru had never seen him smile, he wanted to see the smile of his love, he wanted to see happiness in his eyes but he never did. Sohru took a deep breath, now was the time he was going to approach him, he was going to make himself known to him even if he was rejected, as it was better to try and have failed than to have not tried and wonder. He walked slowly towards the stool next to him, never letting his eyes leave the man. He sat down and ordered a drink. The man never even looked up; Sohru took slow breaths and said in a timid and quiet manner. “Hi...” but he wasn't heard. The man was too busy playing with a dime. “Hi.” He said louder this time. He could feel his heart racing and blood rushing to his head as the man turned and looked at him.
He felt dizzy, the man's eyes focused on Sohru they were deep and a brownish green they penetrated his heart, soul and mind, every part of Sohru's body wanted to caress and kiss this man, this man of whom he didn't even know his name. “Hi.” The man replied. His voice was deep, not husky but smooth and flowing. He looked Sohru up and down. “Who are you?” he asked. He looked generally interested. “My Name is Sohru.” He said holding out his hand. The man looked at his hand then shook it, his hand was bigger than Sohru's it was much darker in terms of tone, it was soft and firm and he was strong. The touch of this man made his skin burn and his stomach tingle, he felt hot and dizzy. “Ichi.” He said, not needing to be prompted. The dime slipped from his fingers and rolled across the table. Ichi blew upwards so that his hair moved slightly from his face. His hair was shiny and beautiful, it was white. Sohru couldn't believe that the hair was natural, it looked odd against his amber skin but still it was beautiful. Ichi turned his head and looked at Sohru and saw how he stared in utter affection at him. A long and heartfelt smile spread across his face his whole face seemed to soften and look happy and joyful, it was a satisfied smile, not a laughing joking smile, but one of happiness of content ness. Sohru felt his heart beating faster, it drummed in his ears so hard and fast that they hurt, he began to sweat and slightly shake, the smile of Ichi melted him, it made him blush, it made him feel embarrassed.
“So…” said Ichi, and they began to talk, they talked for such a long time. But the time didn't seem to pass, Sohru was told of Ichi's misfortunes of his happy times and sad times, but he still felt he didn't know him. Ichi was pleased to hear about Sohru's life, though it was stuttery and full of mistakes. When he stuttered or his voice broke into a squeak mid sentence, he would smile and sometimes laugh. He liked him. He liked that he was so shy and naive, that he blushed when he said a kind word about him or gazed soft eyed at him. It pleased him that he could make someone feel that way. When the bar was closing, a thought passed over Ichi. “Sohru” he began. “Our night doesn't have to end here, please come with me to my house and we can talk some more.” Sohru stood rigid as though struck with lightning, he didn't want to go that far, he didn't know Ichi very well but then if he went with him, he would find out more, wouldn't he? “Yes, that would be nice.” He said smiling.
Sohru could feel his heart beating loudly and fast in his ears as he walked with Ichi, he was walking with his hands in his pockets. Sohru put his arm through the loop of Ichi's, he turned and smiled not seeming to care. They reached Ichi's house, it wasn't big but it was well tended to and had a bright blue front door and Sohru remembered this. As they entered the house a burst of incense hit them. “Don't mind that” he said “It's better than any air freshener!” even though Sohru had been hearing Ichi's voice all night, now it was more personal and soft and low, it sent tingles to his stomach, and to his discomfort, other parts of his body. He blushed. “Well come on in, take that coat off and hang it up there.” He said pointing to a small hook. He sat down on the sofa and patted the space next to him. Sohru stood in disbelief, the man he loved and he had been gazing at for so long was in front of him and asking him to sit down. “I won't bite.” Ichi said looking a little impatient. Sohru hurried and sat down on the sofa and looked up at him. Ichi laughed at his small child like face and brushed a strand of wet hair hanging down from his head behind his ear, the back of his hand brushed against Sohru's face has he did so, his skin burned and he shivered in delight. “Now then” Said Ichi “Tell me what you think of me.” It was of a demanding tone, but it was soft and laidback. Sohru nearly exploded. “I think you are the most wonderful and beautiful being to grace this earth! I think you should be worshiped and pampered! No-one is good enough for you, you surpass all you are a wonderful being, you are an angel sent from heaven!”
Ichi was shocked and moved by Sohru's answer, he was meaning what kind of person he was, of if he liked him. “Sohru…” Ichi wrapped his arm around him, and held him close, tears ran down his face and he closed his eyes. He stroked Sohru's glowing pink cheeks, he was in tears also. “Sohru, I feel like I've known you for years, yet I know we only met tonight.” Sohru looked up at him, his brown-green eyes watery and longing. Sohru wiped Ichi's tears from his face. “You have a lonely heart.” He said, “I can feel it, but why? You are beautiful and kind, you're heart is pure, you are the most wonderful -” Ichi put his finger to Sohru's lips, tears ran down his face and neck. “Don't.” he said. “Please don't…” Sohru liked the feel of his finger on his lips, he kissed it then took Ichi's hand. “But why?” Ichi didn't look like he did before, he was in pain and the experience was hurting him. “Leave….Sohru leave!” his voice was strained, the words were forced he didn't want to say them, and his mouth tried to close as he said them. “Leave! Now!” he stood up and grabbed Sohru's wrist and wrenched him from the sofa. “Ichi! It hurts!” Ichi was hurting him but he moved round to his front. “Ichi why? Don't you like me.” Ichi's face was rigid, he shook his head feverishly and pushed him to the door. When Sohru was outside he called to him “You don't want me Sohru! You don't!” and slammed the door. Sohru stood looking at the door for a long time and then proccedd to head home, feeling rejected and slightly dizzy. I will see him again, he thought. I will.