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The Runaway (Hiatus)
Due to economic crisis, Japan is in a state of turmoil. Tegoshi Yuya comes from a rich family but gradually gets sick of his life... until he meets Nishikido Ryo; a poor runaway from Osaka. Will  their relationship survive the great divide between rich and poor? Or was their meeting meant to happen after all?
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So, after having no time to do anything, suddenly, I have all the time in the world to do nothing LOL
Lack of money creates fanfiction it seems. Aided by lack of sleep and minus ridiculous degree weather.

Please take a look at this new entry if you ever stumble upon it. I don't think anyone has any reason to be on this blog anymore, even me most of ( Read more... )

                Loneliness is much more than being alone. He learned it the hard way, just as he learned everything.

The wardrobe closest to the door would normally be lined with a pair of grey, old-fashioned shoes or grubby black trainers. He’d always been petty about shoes; they had to be side by side like a married couple. ( Read more... )

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The night was a little colder than usual. Maybe that was why it stuck in Kazuya’s mind so easily, like icicles hanging in his head. But it wasn’t just the temperature that had made the day so uncomfortable, it was something else.

Every walk home with Ryo was different. It was winter, so darkness had diffused around the suburbs as ( Read more... )

There was no room for memories. As he lay on the grey concrete floor he realized that reminiscing old memories was much better than worrying about the future. Anyone could have worked that out as long as they harbored the same emotions that every normal human being possessed. Something told Subaru that this wasn’t necessarily the case, unless he ( Read more... )

                He smoked and drank so much that whatever parts of his body that had any ounce of feeling in them before the night had turned completely and utterly numb. He knew that Yasu had a far lower tolerance than he did, and every time he looked round to check on his friend he was staring into space. They hadn’t talked for something like an ( Read more... )

                He sat with his back against a building’s wall; his knees bent 90 degrees between his legs and the floor. His hands curled around his thighs and his fingertips clutched into the tight grey denim of his jeans. On close inspection they seemed to dig painfully through his jeans and deep into his skin, but no one would care to be so ( Read more... )

                It was dark. What else was there to say? All that Tegoshi could understand was touch, smell, taste and sound. He was a visual person; someone who would feel secure with the simple ability to see where he was going. The small hub in Koga’s flat managed to rip away Tegoshi’s outer confidence and reveal something timid, terrified and ( Read more... )

( 11/09/10 )