answer is near - Prologue -
Title: answer is near (Prologue)
Author: mirazuki_yuuri
Pairing/Subject: Ryutaro-centric
Rating: PG-13
Genre: drama, romance, violence, angst
Summary: Secrets are meant to be kept. So does promises.
Disclaimer: I do not own the boys...or their ass..(okay,maybe I'm plotting something that involves kidnapping Keito and marry him everyday before I sleep XD)
A/N note: An attempt to write a multi-chap, which I've been dreaming to do since forever XD
He was lost. Broken. People didn’t mind him, maybe few kinder ones gave him foods occasionally, but that’s all to it. He stole a glance to the curling figure on his lap, barely covered by a piece of rag he found hanging at the park’s gate few days back.
The sudden blew of chilly breeze sent his hair standing up, and the curled boy shivered. He heard faint moans, more like a howl; he rechecked. It was. His younger brother’s small voice. Calling out to the donor of the X and Y chromosomes of theirs. The dreadful dream came and go, but lasted a little too short to have him lost it all. His sanity.
Saying that he had long forgotten the day was a total tall tale. He had thought of revenge, surely. But the hopeful glint in his younger half’s eyes crushed all the hatred. He needed to live. For him. For himself.
“Nii-chan is sad?” the younger of the two crawled out if the smelly rag, wiping off the stubborn tears trailing down his brother’s cheeks. He shook his head, denying the obvious as he helped the small boy sitting firmly on his lap, curling his hands around his waist.
Possessive he was. Which was to be expected; he's all the small boy had and vice versa. Alive or die, being apart would never be in their life vocabulary.
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He woke up to the banging at his front door. Hastily putting on the nearest shirt he could reach, he walked to the door. He bowed and apologized to the old lady next door for the nth time. Puyan the stupid dog had decided to take a dump at the poor lady front door, again. He walked back to his messy room, only to notice something was definitely wrong. What day is today? He glanced at the calendar and his eyes almost popped out of their sockets when he realized what is wrong.
He had his shower, ironing the clothes he took from the piles of laundry (he didn’t even want to know they’re already washed or not) and ate his breakfast in record time.
How could he forget the day was his entrance ceremony at university?
Running through the many gardens, tripped over the pavement twice, he finally arrived at the hall where the ceremony was held. He decided to ignore the stares he got and slumped to the nearest seat he found. A guy in suit, who he found out minutes later the director of the university, was giving a speech. He’s a not a good listener to begin with, so he discreetly plucked in his earphones and let the music filled his ears.
The speech ended after god-know-long. After few reminders of the rules and announcements, they were ushered out to the café for refreshments. Alone as he was, he chose a table for two in a corner.
“Hey,” a soft voice called out. He turned too fast that his neck sting. A pale but pretty girl smiled at him. “Mind if I sit here?” The café was full and the only seat available was at his table. He nodded. Not that this girl was going to annoy him or anything.
“I’m Kei,” she held out a hand. He cocked his head to a side. That voice didn’t sound like a girl at all, “I’m a boy, if that what you’re wondering. Call me pretty and I swear I’ll kick your ass later.”
Somehow, the pretty boy's words sent warmth to his insides and he held his hand out as well, "Ryutaro is the name, pretty." And he got himself a sharp stinging kick right to the shin that instant. There, he made a friend already.
cos I told burnttangerine I'm gonna post my multi-chap, this one's for her. And ichigocherry too. Because she's underage and loves Pokemon too much. Also le_chocolats, just because I miss her.
Be nice to me. I'm no expert in writing, and this one won't be a masterpiece either. And updates will be REAL SLOW. I MEAN IT.
So, yeah. Comments, shoes, sneaker, heels, hamsters and buttercookies are totally wanted.
Author: mirazuki_yuuri
Pairing/Subject: Ryutaro-centric
Rating: PG-13
Genre: drama, romance, violence, angst
Summary: Secrets are meant to be kept. So does promises.
Disclaimer: I do not own the boys...or their ass..(okay,maybe I'm plotting something that involves kidnapping Keito and marry him everyday before I sleep XD)
A/N note: An attempt to write a multi-chap, which I've been dreaming to do since forever XD
He was lost. Broken. People didn’t mind him, maybe few kinder ones gave him foods occasionally, but that’s all to it. He stole a glance to the curling figure on his lap, barely covered by a piece of rag he found hanging at the park’s gate few days back.
The sudden blew of chilly breeze sent his hair standing up, and the curled boy shivered. He heard faint moans, more like a howl; he rechecked. It was. His younger brother’s small voice. Calling out to the donor of the X and Y chromosomes of theirs. The dreadful dream came and go, but lasted a little too short to have him lost it all. His sanity.
Saying that he had long forgotten the day was a total tall tale. He had thought of revenge, surely. But the hopeful glint in his younger half’s eyes crushed all the hatred. He needed to live. For him. For himself.
“Nii-chan is sad?” the younger of the two crawled out if the smelly rag, wiping off the stubborn tears trailing down his brother’s cheeks. He shook his head, denying the obvious as he helped the small boy sitting firmly on his lap, curling his hands around his waist.
Possessive he was. Which was to be expected; he's all the small boy had and vice versa. Alive or die, being apart would never be in their life vocabulary.
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He woke up to the banging at his front door. Hastily putting on the nearest shirt he could reach, he walked to the door. He bowed and apologized to the old lady next door for the nth time. Puyan the stupid dog had decided to take a dump at the poor lady front door, again. He walked back to his messy room, only to notice something was definitely wrong. What day is today? He glanced at the calendar and his eyes almost popped out of their sockets when he realized what is wrong.
He had his shower, ironing the clothes he took from the piles of laundry (he didn’t even want to know they’re already washed or not) and ate his breakfast in record time.
How could he forget the day was his entrance ceremony at university?
Running through the many gardens, tripped over the pavement twice, he finally arrived at the hall where the ceremony was held. He decided to ignore the stares he got and slumped to the nearest seat he found. A guy in suit, who he found out minutes later the director of the university, was giving a speech. He’s a not a good listener to begin with, so he discreetly plucked in his earphones and let the music filled his ears.
The speech ended after god-know-long. After few reminders of the rules and announcements, they were ushered out to the café for refreshments. Alone as he was, he chose a table for two in a corner.
“Hey,” a soft voice called out. He turned too fast that his neck sting. A pale but pretty girl smiled at him. “Mind if I sit here?” The café was full and the only seat available was at his table. He nodded. Not that this girl was going to annoy him or anything.
“I’m Kei,” she held out a hand. He cocked his head to a side. That voice didn’t sound like a girl at all, “I’m a boy, if that what you’re wondering. Call me pretty and I swear I’ll kick your ass later.”
Somehow, the pretty boy's words sent warmth to his insides and he held his hand out as well, "Ryutaro is the name, pretty." And he got himself a sharp stinging kick right to the shin that instant. There, he made a friend already.
cos I told burnttangerine I'm gonna post my multi-chap, this one's for her. And ichigocherry too. Because she's underage and loves Pokemon too much. Also le_chocolats, just because I miss her.
Be nice to me. I'm no expert in writing, and this one won't be a masterpiece either. And updates will be REAL SLOW. I MEAN IT.
So, yeah. Comments, shoes, sneaker, heels, hamsters and buttercookies are totally wanted.