Gravitation Fan Fiction ❯ Cats, Crutches and Babies? Oh My! ❯ Resolution Solution ( Chapter 31 )

“Brat…”

 

“Brat, wake up.”

 

“Shuichi!”

 

The pink haired blob of sleep twisted, mumbled something and then was once again out cold. Eiri growled in frustration.

He had been trying, unsuccessfully, for nearly ten minutes to get his fiancé up off the couch so they could go to bed. Normally he would have just picked him up and carried him, after all the kid only weighed about a hundred and five pounds soaking wet, but Eiri's crutches made that solution impossible.

 

The reporters outside the apartment had left eventually, though for the inhabitants within it, their night had been far from over. Both Eiri and Shuichi had spent the remainder of the night playing phone tag with various people, sometimes stopping to speak with Ryuichi about something when all three of them were off the phone for a few seconds. The oldest one of the trio also had a busy night on the phone, along with talking to various people at NG, he had spent a fair amount of time convincing Tatsuha that he was not in fact sleeping with Shuichi. Eiri had tried to get in touch with Tohma at home, but got Mika instead. She informed him in a rather frustrated tone that he had not returned from work and to try his cell phone, though she herself had not been able to reach him on it. The cell phone in question had been off when Eiri attempted to make use of his sister's suggestion.

 

When all was said and done, the trio of men abandoned their plans for home made okonomiyaki and opted to order pizza instead. That had been at eleven, and it was now close to two a.m.. Eiri glanced over at Ryuichi and had to do a double take. The singer, who appeared to have been sound asleep just a few minutes previous, was now staring at Yuki from his curled position in the leather armchair. The only thing different about his position, was that his eyes were now open, instead of shut. There was something eerie about the way he sat motionless, as if he were part snake and could freeze his muscles at will to sit in absolute stillness. Depth heavy and vibrant, his steel blue eyes stared forward from an unyieldingly pensive face and their gaze made the blonde novelist's skin prickle. Perhaps, Eiri reasoned, the singer was just tired and had a case of the stares. Perhaps not.

Eiri removed any further debate about it from his mind and twitched his shoulders briefly in a circular motion as he motioned for the older mans help. The movement was in part, to get the singers attention, but also so Eiri had an excuse to shake away the skin crawling tension that had built between his shoulder blades. Something just wasn't right about Ryuichi Sakuma, of that Yuki was certain.

 

“Think you can carry him?” Eiri asked when Ryu stopped beside the couch, all traces of negative emotion dissipated from his gaze.

“I'd do it myself, but I'm a bit inoperative in the lifting department these days.” He raised one of his crutches gingerly to illustrate his point.

 

“Sure, I can give it a shot.”

Eiri must have looked quite obviously nervous while he sized the two singers up, because Ryu laughed. “Don't worry I won't drop him if that's what your worried about! I can bench press one eighty-five and I'll eat Kumagoro if he weighs more then one twenty.”

The two singers were roughly the same height, Ryuichi obviously being the taller of the two, yet he was able to bend down and scoop Shuichi up as though he were a young child. It looked incredibly awkward given their close heights, but he could hold Shu none the less. Where he kept all his muscle, Eiri couldn't tell, but the moment he had the pink haired youth in his arms it was apparent he had a lot of it.

 

“You guys' bedroom I'm assuming?”

Eiri nodded and followed after him, silently cursing the fact that he, or rather, they, had opted for the sunken living room as he hopped up the two stairs leading from it, into the hallway. After waiting a moment for Eiri to open the door, Ryu padded across the dark room to set Shuichi down on the bed. For a moment Shu didn't want to let go of him, but once he settled back into the pillows his unconscious grip on Ryu's shirt loosened and the older singer was able to slip away from him. Eiri moved over to the other side of the bed and sat down so he could pull the covers up over his small lovers body.

 

“You know,” Ryuichi said, as he watched Eiri tend to Shu with rapt fascination, “He is so lucky to have someone like you.”

Eiri glanced up at the older man, his face showing disbelief.

“Really? And why would that be?”

 

Ryu sat on the black leather bench at the end of the queen sized bed.

“Because you only care about him. You don't care that he's a singer, or that he's got legions of fans. You love him like a normal person and love like yours is hard to find.”

 

Eiri knew what it was like to only be wanted because he was famous. It never used to bother him, but once he started growing more and more attached to Shuichi, he realized how different it was to be loved for who you were, not what you were or what you did for a living. It was at about that point in time that he stopped sleeping with women all together and remained faithful to the vocal little twerp who had injected himself into his life. He knew Shuichi would never believe him if he said that that had been only a few months after they'd first started living together, but it was the honest truth.

 

“And what? Are you saying that you don't?” Eiri inquired softly, not wanting to wake Shu. “My brother, despite his immaturity, seems to care about you a lot. In case you haven't noticed he's still with you even after all the things you've dragged him through this last little while.”

 

It was Ryuichi's turn to smile now. “You know that episode, breakdown, freak-out, whatever you want to call it? It was something I honestly figured would send him running for home, seeing as how he's related to you, but to my never ending surprise, he stayed. He stayed for me.” The singer hadn't been looking at the blonde on the bed, but he suddenly turned to face his lover's brother, looking him straight in the eye. The gaze he met was not exceptionally friendly.

“I don't even know if this matters to you, but for what it's worth, I do love him. More than I've loved anyone in a long time.”

 

“More than you love Tohma?” Eiri asked sullenly. He knew it was not his place to ask that of someone he hardly knew, but for some reason the question leapt from his mouth before he could stop it.

Ryuichi was silent for quite some time before answering.

“It's a bit more complicated then just deciding whether or not I love one of them more than the other,” He explained stiffly. “But I could ask the same of you now couldn't I, Yuki-san? Which of your two loves is more important?”

Eiri smirked menacingly.

 

“Obviously Shuichi. And Tohma loved me a hell of a lot more than I ever loved him, just to set the record straight.”

Ryuichi smiled again and his face took on it's classic soft, yet somehow frightening, appearance.

 

“I always thought that was the case, not that I blame you. He can be a bit… overbearing, sometimes can he not?”

 

“That's an understatement.”

 

“Mmm, I know it might not seem this way to you, but when you came along you technically took up the position of `the other man' in our…” Ryu paused to take a pensive breath, “Well, I suppose you could have called it a relationship, though again, it's complicated. Actually, that complication was what stopped me from being jealous of you, at least in the end.”

These were feelings Yuki never even knew existed and while it would be selfish to say he hadn't really cared about how he affected Tohma's relationships, at that point in time, it had been the truth.

 

“I let some of the things between you two slide for a while, I mean you were just a kid, what threat were you to me? Eventually though it got to the point that I started to feel like I truly was playing second fiddle to some snot nosed brat. That's when I made him choose, and we both know how that ended now don't we?”

Eiri's facial expression towards that detestable avowal was cold enough to flash freeze boiling water.

“Don't get me wrong, in the end it was a good thing and while it might seem now that I resented you, I just want you to know that I didn't and never will. You honestly needed him more than I did so I let him go, but as it does to all things, time changed us and now neither of us wants him, at least not in the way he craves.” Ryu closed his eyes and smiled for a moment, giving a small titter under his breath.

“You know, your sister is quite beautiful. You look just like her, or should I say, she looks just like you.”

It took every ounce of Eiri's resolve not to lunge across the bed and wipe the smirk off Ryuichi's face.

 

It was a fact that few ever discussed in the open, or at the very least not around anyone involved. In truth Tohma had settled and everyone knew why, except perhaps the elder Uesugi, who had just been happy that his daughter had married well. Tohma hadn't been able to have Eiri and so in order to stay close, he had married the closest thing to him. Mika.

While he claimed to love her dearly, whether or not that was because of who she was, because of who she was related to, or because of who she reminded him of, were other questions entirely.

 

“Don't you think I know why Tohma married her?” Eiri spat bitterly. “Do you think it's fun for me to watch my sister wallow in a loveless and damn near sexless marriage all for my sake? And do you think it's fun for her to know that she and her child will always be second in Tohma's life, when they deserve to be first?”

 

“I never said anything like that.” Ryuichi stated calmly.

“Like hell you didn't. You know exactly what you were saying.”

Ryu sighed. “You're right Yuki-san and I apologize. I was out of line to say anything but please realize that they're not pleasant memories, nor is this a pleasant situation. Still, I should not have made light of it. I have a lot of scars on my heart and some of them were inadvertently caused by you, so forgive me for being jaded. If you're looking for a straight answer as far as your brother goes then yes, in a romantic sense, I do love him. Just remember there are many different types of love and they aren't always directed at just one person. You, of all people, should know this.”

 

Eiri did know. He knew to the point that it hurt to think about it. As much as he hated Sakuma he had to admit to taking at least some responsibility for what happened.

“Look,” he sighed audibly, “things worked out the way they worked out and there's no sense dredging up any more of the past. So, if you'll agree to let sleeping dogs lie, then I guess I can live with that. It'll also save me the hassle of having to throw you out of my apartment at two a.m. in the middle of December.”

 

Ryu smiled. “Deal, however I think I'm going to go home anyway. Tatsuha sounded as though he was ready to hop on the next train to come confirm that what I told him was true. I want to be at home to greet him if he does show up there.”

 

That's a relief, Eiri thought as Ryu got up to leave. He wasn't sure if Shuichi would be happy that Sakuma-san was heading home, but since the younger singer was, for all accounts, dead to the world it wasn't like he had a choice in the matter.

 

“Do you need a hand with anything or are you okay to see yourself out?”

The novelist asked more out of politeness then anything. He didn't think he would be of much help besides maybe calling for a taxi, but he figured that since it was his house he was obligated to offer.

 

“No I'll be okay!” Ryu said smiling cheerfully, “Tohma made sure I always have a driver ready to come get me, since he knows I hate driving. It's a really nice limo too! So shiny.”

 

Eiri was stunned and not sure what to say. Not even a minute previous he had been having an in-depth philosophical conversation with the man and now he was back to being a blundering air head!

“Uh, that's nice of him. Have a safe trip.”

Ryuichi nodded and waved at him rapidly from the doorway and Eiri waved a slow arm back, awkwardly. He didn't do a lot of arm waving.

 

Once Ryu had gathered his things and left, the writer decided it was time to get some much deserved, much needed, sleep. He had planned on calling in Shuichi's debt to him earlier, but he was just too tired to be bothered. He couldn't have done anything to please anyone, even if he wanted to. Himself included. Besides, with Ryuichi gone they could take care of that any time they wanted to, as Eiri highly doubted Shuichi would be needed at NG for anything that couldn't be done over the phone. Just to make sure of that fact he scooted over gingerly and turned off his lovers cell phone and the alarm clock on Shuichi's bedside table.

He was tempted to put it in a dresser drawer under his socks until he could dispose of it more thoroughly, telling Shuichi that Sakuma had assumed it was a bath toy and broken it, but thought better of his plan.

 

The despised alarm clock in question was an annoying, brightly colored little piece of technological trash shaped like a chicken that woke the novelist, along with it's owner, at six a.m. every morning. Shuichi said it was supposed to sound like birds chirping and singing, but Eiri had never heard birds like that anywhere in nature and was positive he never wanted to either.

In fact, more than once he had tried to smash, break, crush or other wise incapacitate the demonic time piece in some fashion, but after a final thwarted attempt to toss the thing off the balcony about a year previous, Shuichi told him very sternly that he'd gotten it from his grandmother when he was eleven and could not bear to throw it away since she died soon after giving it to him. Eiri's retort had been that the thing should have been burned and buried with her to save them both the agony of having to wake up to it's high-pitched squawking for the rest of their unfortunate lives. As you can well imagine, that had not gone over very well with Shuichi. The offending novelist had then endured two very lonely, very sexless weeks sleeping by himself, as Shuichi promptly relocated himself, and the alarm clock, to the spare room.

 

Eiri looked one last time at the clock and shivered in disgust before removing his clothes, awkwardly, and getting down under the covers next to his fiancé. As soon as Eiri was settled into the bed, even though the singer appeared to be asleep, Shuichi rolled over slowly and curled his small, toned body around the writer comfortably, his arm going up to rest over his lovers chest. Eiri readjusted himself so that he could drape one arm over the smaller mans shoulder, hand resting along his back. The writer heard him take a slow, deep breath. Shuichi exhaled softly then gave a contented sigh, “Mmm…you smell good.”

 

The writer rolled his eyes. It wasn't that Yuki didn't enjoy laying in a nice warm bed and cuddling with the man he loved, it was just that now he was forced to lay on his back at night instead of his stomach or side. It took him a lot longer to fall asleep on his back and he really didn't want to have a conversation with Shuichi, at two thirty in the morning, when he could be concentrating on falling asleep and resting up for what he presumed would be another stressful day.

 

“I thought you were asleep.”

“I was.” Shuichi purred sleepily, “Your smell woke me up.”

“I don't smell any different then I normally do brat, now go back to sleep.”

 

Shuichi, chin resting in his palm, leaned up languidly on one arm, to look at his lovers face as it lay perfect and bathed in the dim gray-blue moonlight coming from the rooms only window. For a single peaceful minute the two did nothing but stare into each others eyes, as if each was searching for the soul that was said to lurk just behind them. Shu bent his upper body down slowly and pressed his lips against Eiri's. It was too light to really be called a kiss, and not far off from being just a slight brush of lips against lips, but it was more than enough to get the blondes attention.

 

“You always smell intoxicating.” the singer whispered tenderly, hovering just millimeters above the writers soft, full, mouth. He closed the minute distance at a painfully slow pace and brought their lips together once again, this time lingering a little bit longer, pressing a little bit firmer, until Eiri began to kiss back. The younger of the pair pulled away when he felt his older lovers hand come up to stroke his face, a tell tale sign he was about to try and take control of the situation. Shu shook his head no and brought his own hand up to Yuki's face.

“Tonight is just about you.” Shuichi said, running the finger tips of his other hand feather lightly down Eiri's chest, and silently marveling at its velvet softness. Shu felt his lovers body tremble as a warm shiver ran up Yuki's spine. “All I want to do is make you feel good.”

 

He began to place tender kisses along Eiri's torso, his tongue darting out every now and then to take a taste of that pale, wonderful skin.

Moving so that his legs and hips were still off to Yuki's side, but his upper body was suspended above the novelist's chest, Shuichi leaned down and stole another kiss, this one not as gentle as the others. He pulled away, eyes heavily lidded. “Can I do what I want to you?”

He swooped in for another kiss, deeper then the last, as if trying to be overly convincing.

“Can I take you?” he asked softly.

Shuichi looked down through a curtain of his own pink hair to watch Yuki's face. The blond didn't say anything. He didn't have to. His face gave all the permission Shuichi needed.

 

“If I didn't know any better,” Eiri commented as Shu immediately commenced climbing over top of him to get at the bedside table drawer, “I'd say you liked being on top.”

Shuichi paused in his rummaging to throw a look of incredulity over his shoulder. “Of course! Who wouldn't want the opportunity to be inside the person they love? Not to mention how it feels. But what about you? I mean, you must like being on the bottom.”

Eiri rolled his eyes. “I do it for you.”

 

“Yah right. You wouldn't let me do it, you wouldn't ask me to do it, if you didn't like it.”

The blonde still didn't say anything, he just lay there smiling softly.

Shuichi grinned.

“You can deny it all you want, but I know what you keep in that box under the bed and I know you've used it.”

The singer had never seen such a brilliant shade of red in his entire life.

“How do you know-”

Shuichi bent his mouth down to quiet his blushing lover.

“Because last time I went out of town I noted which way it was laying in the box and it wasn't the same when I came home. It's nothing to be embarrassed about, I've used it on more then one occasion…you know, when I've gotten bored with my own stuff.”

 

Eiri knew Shuichi had a few sex toys and things of the sort to take with him when he went on tour, the writer had helped him pick them out. What he hadn't known was that the little twerp was using them while he was at home, and the real thing was readily available.

 

“You mean to say that you've chosen your toys over me? While I was at home?” Eiri demanded to know. He wasn't angry, just surprised.

The singer blushed sheepishly.

“Well, yes a few times. But I mean you shut yourself away writing and I don't want to bother you so…I improvise.”

 

The blonde pulled Shuichi's head down to his own and locked his mouth over his partners, kissing him forcefully until they were both out of breath. “Those are the kind of interruptions even I can't say no to, Brat. Am I so neglectful that you think I wouldn't come and pound the hell out of you if you asked me to?”

“Well no, but-”

“No buts, next time you feel the need to break out the latex, come get the real thing instead, no matter what I'm doing. I'll do things to you that no hunk of plastic ever could.”

 

“Really? Even with this.” Shuichi leaned back and tapped Eiri's cast lightly.

The author winced. He'd been so preoccupied with the latex lovers threatening his place in the house that he'd forgotten about his injury. It prevented a lot of vigorous movement due to the pain that was ready to jump into action at the slightest hint of pressure. Missionary and most other subsequent, leg involving positions were out, but there were others that could be implemented if the need arose.

“I'll figure something out, so yes.”

 

Shuichi flashed a broad smile, as an idea struck him.

“Yuki, what if, instead of me using them alone, you…helped? Or better yet, I could uh, help…you?”

Those were words Eiri never thought he'd hear come out of Shu's mouth. He was always up for trying new things in bed, but for some reason that he couldn't explain, it pricked his pride a little that Shuichi wanted to include toys in their love making. He already knew what the answer was going to be, but he had to ask.

“Shu-han?”

This got his lovers attention.

“I do satisfy you, don't I?”

“What? Of course you do! Why would you think that… Oh no, Yuki you have the wrong idea. I don't want to use the toys to replace you! I just think it would be fun that's all. You could throw them all out right now and I'd be perfectly happy with having you and only you.”

It was the answer he had been expecting, but it helped the writer somehow to hear it first hand. “I'm glad to hear that.”

 

“I'm glad you're glad. Now, weren't we doing something?”

Shuichi flashed his lover a sultry grin and lowered himself slowly down the length of his lovers body, kissing and nipping at the blondes skin, until he was laying, prone, between his legs. The blonde's breathing began to increase as Shuichi nudged his legs apart and started to lay languid, sloppy, kisses along his inner thighs.

Eiri was not one for making a lot of gratuitous noise during sex, but even he couldn't contain the moans and gasps that escaped him when Shuichi's tongue moved from his inner thighs to his ass.

Probing gently yet firmly, the singer swirled his tongue along his lovers opening, loosening his tensed muscles.

The blonde cried out, both in ecstasy and surprise, when Shuichi suddenly added fingers to the mix, causing his back and hips to twist involuntarily. This dislodged the boy from his ministrations and caused a considerable jolt of pain to shoot up Eiri's left leg as it was jarred.

 

“What's the matter? Do you want me to stop?”

Eiri turned wide eyes onto his lover.

The blonde hollered his pain.

“No!” He cried in frustration, “just…just warn me before you do stuff like that!”

 

“But you liked it though right?”

The blonde put his palm to his forehead and rolled his eyes.

“…Yes, actually,” Eiri sighed heavily, as though he were embarrassed to admit it. “Where'd you get that idea anyway?”

“Ermm…porn?” Shuichi exclaimed, parting his lovers legs yet again, this time with his hips.

That Eiri believed.

The kid had been no stranger to pornography when they'd met, though he had never watched anything but straight porn, or so the writer had assumed. As it turns out, years previous, Hiro had given the little runt a gay porn tape as a gag gift on his birthday. Little did he know that Shuichi had actually put it to use. He'd watched it so many times that he wore the damn thing out.

By the time he told Eiri about it, the color was faded and bleeding and the sound was so garbled it was hard to make out who was saying what.

 

“Do you still have that tape Hiro bought you?” Yuki asked as Shuichi started applying lube to both of them.

“Yah, it's got sentimental value.”

“You've got to be kidding me! What could be sentimental about porn?”

 

Shuichi pushed two slippery fingers inside Eiri's anus, evoking a harsh, wordless gasp from his lover as clenched hands wadded up the sheets on either side of his hips.

“It's not the porn really…more just the tape itself. Or both, I don't know.”

He put in another two fingers, scissoring and twisting them as he pleased to bring more stifled cries from the blonde.

“I'm keeping it because it reminds me of when I first met you.”

Puzzled, Eiri pressed him further.

“Why would porn remind you…ahh…of me?”

 

Shuichi stroked his own cock a few times with his free hand, tossing his head around and putting on a good show for the novelist beneath him. He removed his fingers, rubbed slick hands over his chest and nipples, before positioning himself up against Eiri's loosened entrance. The blonde drew a hissing groan inward, and shivered with anticipation as Shu slowly rubbed the tip of himself up and down over his slick entrance. The boy pressed firmly, yet not quite firmly enough to penetrate, putting Eiri into a sort of sexual limbo. On one hand the rubbing felt great, but not nearly as great as other things would.

 

“I used to watch it, and jack off to it while thinking about you touching me the way they were touching each other.” Shu jerked his hips suddenly, slipping just the very tip of his penis inside his partner, then slowly, very slowly, he began to push the rest of himself inside.

For a moment Eiri tensed up, eyes shut tight, his stiffened arms trembling. It only caused him pain for a few seconds, before his brain began to register nothing but delight.

“Ahh…”

Shuichi continued his story.

“I used to think about doing things to you that I'd never thought of doing to anyone, least of all to another guy and, I used to think about you doing those same things to me.”

 

“Ohh…mmhh…”

 

“That's when I knew you were special, that you were the one for me. Nobody lights my fire faster then you, Eiri-han.”

The blonde gave small whimpers and sighs of pleasure under his breath as Shuichi continued giving minute thrusts of his hips, moving gently back and forth inside his lovers warm passage. Eiri could feel himself loosening further with each buck of the younger mans hips and it felt incredible. Indescribable.

 

“Nnh…ohh… God, Yuki you're so tight…ahh…”

Smoothly, with one last push, the singer sheathed himself fully, deep inside his lover's body. Both men shuddered from head to toe.

“You like that don't you?” Shuichi asked as he began to rock his hips back and forth, his voice uncharacteristically low and dominant. “It feels good to have me buried inside you doesn't it?”

Something inside Eiri wanted to scream yes at the top of his lungs and beg Shu to move faster, but his mouth didn't want to work. All he could do was moan and nod, his hands roaming over his lovers chest.

The vocalist snapped his hips sharply causing the blonde to cry out and wrap his arms around his partners neck. Shuichi leaned down as close to his lovers ear as he could.

“I want to hear you…ah…mmn…do you feel good?” He demanded in a harsh whisper, “Do you like it when I fuck you, with your legs spread like a girl?”

He started to move his hips faster, thrusting harder and deeper than before while Eiri was struggling to make words form on his tongue. The blonde moaned loudly during a particularly hard thrust and the words finally came.

“Yes” he whispered, “…Ohh… Shuichi…God, yes I do…ahh…nngh…”

 

That was exactly what the singer wanted to hear. He pulled out slowly and paused a moment. The novelist looked at him with rare, pleading eyes and a hungry expression.

“You want more?”

 

Eiri wrapped his arms tighter around Shuichi's neck, bending the two of them together by force. He drew the boys mouth into a harried kiss then, brought his own mouth to the singers ear and whispered, “Now fuck me like I know you want to.”

And that's precisely what Shuichi did. He plunged his cock back inside and fucked Eiri as fast and as hard as he could, until they were both brought screaming to release.

 

The smaller of the two collapsed instantly over his taller partner, hands running passionately through damp, beautiful, blonde hair. He did so gently as he laid kisses on every square inch of Eiri's skin his mouth could reach. He felt such love and adoration for the writer that Shu tried with every ounce of strength he had left to convey just how deeply, madly, completely in love with him he was. Yuki brought his arms up to wrap securely around his small lover, stilling him. Shu closed his eyes as he curled against that broad chest, exhausted both mentally and physically.

Eiri placed one solitary kiss on the singers sweaty brow and beamed, utterly and wholly content as his long fingers stroked idly through damp pink strands of honeyed-silk.

 

Shuichi's feelings, it seemed, were mutual.

 

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AN: Hmm…so I gave you the long awaited lemon. Happy now? I know I am. I had to express my “happiness” twice throughout the course of writing this if you catch my subtle innuendo. My poor body just couldn't take being so hot. Ha ha now isn't that a delicious story? ^_^

 

For MM.org Reviewers:  

 

DarkInuyashaAngel101: Thanks for dropping a review, and I actually agree there a little, Shuichi was, last chapter a bit off, but I must confess I wanted to get that out to you so I let a few things slide. Let me know what you think of him in this chapter! ^_~

 

 

For Gurabite Reviewers:  

 

Black Neko: Ha ha 1000 chapters? Oh I don't know if I have the strength. Actually I see an end to this and it may or may not be coming sooner than I would like it to. If I do end this would you like to see a continuation?

 

bakayarona: Thanks hun I try not to dissapoint!

 

happy noon: I agree with you dear, I like my Shuichi a little less of a doormat and my Eiri a little less of an asshole. In time people change and that seems to be the recurring theme here. Ryuichi would have to be the biggest change I've made to any of the characters, but that's just because I have nothing pre existing to go by with him. He's fun to write for that reason because he's basically a blank canvas where anything is possible and it's not really OOC. And Tohma…well that's another character that I've seen the light with so to speak. I hate him, but I sympathize with him at the same time. He really does get the short end of the stick and he means well, it's just there's something about him that rubs my fur the wrong way and I haven't decided if I want him to have a happy ending just yet. I'll see how the rest of the story plays out first, though I will try for a happy medium.

 

Dax: I did the same thing when I was 14. I had a half cast and a tensor bandage up to my knee. Not to mention my foot and ankle looked like they were going to rot off, they were purple and green and yellow and it was soooo gross. It sucks donkey balls, though I did get to miss a week of school! ^_^