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[yume16]

I found a website that generates first lines for a story and it was kind of fun. The fics are short and a little nonsensical, but it relaxed me. I hope you enjoy them anyway. They are all KitaFuji (Who would have figured XD) and un-betaed, but I like how raw they are. Usually, I add and delet a lot before posting anything, but this time I forced myself not to and I am content with the result.

(PG-13) Under normal circumstances he would speak his mind, but, with a gun against his head...

Under normal circumstances he would speak his mind, but, with a gun against his head even someone like Fujigaya could shut up.
It was a nice day. The sun was shining. It was neither too cold nor too hot. It would have been a fabulous day if not for the fact that a gun was mere seconds away from blowing his brain out.
“Drive.” The order was brusque and Fujigaya couldn’t help but marvel at the absurdity. He had only wanted a chai latte.
Without much of a choice, he put his car into gear and drove out of the parking lot of the shopping mall where he had hoped to buy his favorite drug of the week. He realized with no small note of relief that the gun was pulled off his skin and while he could still see it from the corner of his eyes, he felt a lot less dead than mere seconds ago. Not that his heart seemed to care about that. No, it still beat rapidly in his chest as if it was meaning to catch up on all the beats it had to do before it was brought to a still.
Fujigaya didn’t want to think about himself without a beating heart at all. It surely would look weird and grotesque. A friend working as police officer had told him that the corpses in TV were always made to look less disturbing. Fujigaya would prefer to be a TV corpse. Who would like to look disturbing for his last hours on earth? He certainly didn’t.
“Faster.” His unwelcomed passenger ordered while ducking low into the seat.
Swallowing, Fujigaya speed up. If they now got into a traffic accident, would the police catch the guy for whatever he had done? Thinking about all the pain, he concentrated on the road as good as he could. If he got shot, it at least would be quick, wouldn’t it?
“On that motorway.”
Slightly disappointed, Fujigaya noted he would be late for his date. It had been sizzling in their relationship for a few weeks now and that not in a good way. Fujigaya smiled mirthlessly as he imagined the reaction to his story.
‘Sorry I am late, but when I was at the mall a stranger hoped into my car and ordered me to drive him somewhere with a gun pointed at my head. I really couldn’t come.’
He couldn’t even blame his lover if he got told he had lost his marbles.
His abductor surely wouldn’t sign him what had happened either, but then again, if Fujigaya was driving the car, was he abducting himself? Confused, he frowned. Well at least, he wouldn’t have to explain anything if he got shot. His mother had always said there was a good side to everything, even though, he had to admit he was hard pressed this time around.
Out of the corner of his eyes, he looked the other man over. He was sweating slightly, had black messy hair, glasses and except for the pointy canines reminded him of the early Harry Potter version he had before Daniel Radcliff had destroyed it. Harry Potter surely would use a wand though. Therefore no need to get excited.
The sun was starting to lower in the sky and Fujigaya wondered how long he would have to drive. He tried to comfort himself that Japan consisted of islands. He couldn’t drive on forever without drowning in the sea. Suddenly, he had a new thought. What if his kidnapper was suicidal?
The closer they got to the sea, the more Fujigaya sweated.

“Stop here.” They were at the beach and Fujigaya immediately stomped on the brake and the car lurched to a stop.
“Whoa!” The other man had dropped the gun, but had picked it up again even before Fujigaya had his wits together to move.
“Well thanks.” The man grinned with all his teeth. He seemed a lot less tense now that they were out of the city.
Fujigaya mutely opened his mouth.
His kidnapper laughed at that, leant forward and kissed him. Sharp teeth nipped his bottom lip and a tongue swept over his upper lip. Startled, Fujigaya hurriedly pulled out of the kiss, but before he could say anything, the man was gone.
He sat alone in his car. Somewhere at a beach. Far away from home and anyone he knew.
No one would ever believe what had just happened to him.
Dazed, he looked out of the windscreen. The sun had almost set and when he felt in a condition to drive, he started the motor and drove back.
It was unrealistic to expect his lover to be still at the bar. He was already two hours late.
All the countless times he had ditched his lover in favour of work, had called the other to cancel their meeting and the other had told him he hadn’t been waiting anymore anyway, came crashing down on him as he met surprised eyes.
He was there. Just like he must have been all those other times.
Fujigaya couldn’t comprehend the strong feeling that surged through him. He didn’t have a name for it, but he knew it was important.
He stumbled over to him.
For the very first time not caring that they were in public, Fujigaya sagged against Kitayama and closed his eyes. He opened his mouth to speak, to explain, but he couldn’t form a word.
“The audacity. You are two hours late and now you expect to be cuddled? Only you could act like this.”
Fujigaya felt the sting of the last sentence and the warmth he got offered anyway.

(PG) The little boy's idea of heaven was...
The little boy's idea of heaven was cake everywhere. Taisuke dreamed about it sometimes. He would sit at a big table. The room he was in was beautiful of course. There were flowers and a beautiful girl would bring him one piece of cake after another. Other boys had told him they dreamed of girls, so he had decided it would be a girl in his dreams, too. He could never remember her face, but for whatever reason she had two very short pigtails. That’s why he knew she had to be the cutest girl on earth.
The cake was the most delicious. He would eat a lot and his mother wouldn’t scold him and he didn’t have to brush his teeth afterwards.
It was heaven.
Sometimes, he also daydreamed about it. It was nice and passed the time. Never mind, that he would feel particularly hungry all the time.
He did it for years and even now when he was 27, he still sometimes caught himself thinking about that dream of cake and that mysterious girl. Even though, she was now a grown woman in his fantasies.
“I bought cake.”
Taisuke was startled out of his daydreaming and stared at Kitayama as if he had grown another head.
“What are you staring at?” Kitayama frowned, but didn’t let it further bother him.
They were in their messy dressing room and Kitayama put the cake on a paper plate, but there was a weird feeling of déjà-vu.
“I thought you like cake.” Kitayama asked as he didn’t move a muscle. Taisuke stared at Kitayama and got the creepy inkling that Kitayama wouldn’t look completely ridiculous with two pigtails. He pulled out two scrunchies and flexed his fingers. Kitayama looked slightly alarmed at him.
“Whatever you are thinking, don’t.” Kitayama held up his hands in defense. “I’ll never try to appease you with cake again before a Duet photo shoot.”
Taisuke advanced on the other and then pounced. They both struggled, but in the end he came out as the winner and made quick work of the other’s hair.
Kitayama looked absolutely horrified as Taisuke stepped back to admire his handiwork. If he had been mildly appalled before, he was now utterly distraught. Because his dream girl had a face now and she wasn’t a girl at all. She had always been the one. There was no undoing this. He had to accept it.

Exhausted, Taisuke sat down and stuffed his face with the cake Kitayama had brought.
“Do I even want to know?” Kitayama sat down as well and took a piece as well after freeing himself from the scrunchies.
“I can’t believe I dreamed of marrying you.” Taisuke whispered. “With a huge wedding cake.”
“Well now, there are two of us. I can’t believe that either.”
“But the cake!”
“If I had known that giving you cake is as good as a proposal, I might have done that earlier.” Kitayama winked and Taisuke sent him a sour look.
“I say tuxedo for the both of us, because as dashing as I would look in a dress, I have heard it is hell to go to the toilet in these things.” Kitayama said earnestly.
Taisuke frowned at that.
“I would want a black tuxedo.” Taisuke said as he allowed himself to think about it. He had always thought weddings were beautiful.
“Hm sexy, I’d like black, too. You don’t see stains as easily on them as on white ones.”
“Can’t you at least keep your clothes clean on your wedding day?”
“Probably not.” Was Kitayama’s sober reply.
“Your are hopeless.”
“Maybe.”
“We would need a huge cake.” Taisuke pointed out the most important thing. No cake. No wedding.
“With cream.”
“Without figures”
“Why? I want figures on the cake.”
“How weird could it be? Two males on the cake are not aesthetic.”
“Duet thinks we are very aesthetic together.” Kitayama argued.
“Duet is gay.”
“I don’t think our wedding would be very straight.”
“Your wedding?” You didn’t make Miyata screech easily, but they had.
“Do you think there should be gay figures on the cake or not?” Kitayama asked unperturbed.
“I think we landed in an alternate universe. Maybe we can undo it if we close the door and reenter?” Tamamori whispered as if everything would blow up if he spoke too loudly.
“Can you undo something that drastic?” Yokoo asked and hesitantly the three entered.
“Now, what do you say figures or no figures?”
“I would say two Barbies are the best option.” Yokoo said with a serious face.
“And I see we have a bridesmaid already. How kind of you to offer, Wataru.” Kitayama said sweetly and Yokoo’s eyes got wide in shock.
“Maybe action figurines would be okay.” Taisuke mused.
“How can you agree on anything concerning this?” Miyata asked puzzled.
“He hit his head.” Tamamori guessed.
“You got told you only have one more month to live?” Yokoo gasped.
“Mitsu threatened to kidnap Tinkerbell!”
An understanding “Ah!” followed Miyata’s idea.
“Guys, you don’t get it at all. We marry because I rock pigtails and cake like no one else.” Kitayama said and blew Taisuke a kiss.
“Taipi, you have the weirdest kinks.” Tamamori frowned at the idea.
“I don’t!”
“But just so you know. I am not going to wear pigtails at the wedding.”
“Mitsu, no one asked you to give a live show. It’s enough if you wear them during the wedding night.” Miyata grinned mischievously.
“You guys don’t get this at all.” Taisuke grumbled. They didn’t have any idea how important today was for him. He had been waiting for years. Mumbling to himself, he pulled Kitayama’s piece of cake over and started to stuff himself again.
Out of the corner of his eyes, he saw Kitayama tear some of the silver foil that had been wrapped around the cake into stripes.
The older one took the hand he wasn’t eating with and slipped a makeshift silver ring on his ring finger.
Swallowing, Fujigaya looked at it.
“You do the most romantic shit.”
“My pleasure, honey.”
Taisuke wondered whether cake was really the best criteria to pick a partner for life.

(NC-17, Very angsty!) Why shouldn't they help themselves, after the way they'd been treated?
Why shouldn't they help themselves, after the way they'd been treated? Life was never kind to those that were weak. They had learned very early what it meant to be weak. If you were weak you had to accept the cards that life played you. Only the stronger ones changed fate.
They hadn’t been strong.

Fujigaya huddled up in the playhouse far away from the other children from his class. They were loud and moved too much. He liked the house. It had walls and a roof. It isolated him from everything he didn’t want to see. There was just him.
He curled up tightly and placed his chin on his knees. It was break time.
There were crunching steps in front of the house and he sucked his bottom lip between his teeth and worried it. What if it was the teacher again trying to get him to play with the other children. He didn’t want to.
The figure was much smaller. Maybe not even a metre. He got scrutinised by dark eyes. They looked at each other carefully. The boy stood in the small opening indecisively. Finally, he moved inside and cowered next to Fujigaya.
They didn’t talk. They never talked. The boy came every break till suddenly he didn’t.
Fujigaya panicked.
Two days later he was there again.
“I don’t want to talk about it.”
“I know.” Fujigaya answered.
They didn’t talk.

Kitayama stood calmly in front of the window and maybe watched or didn’t watch the cars driving by. Fujigaya couldn’t tell.
He could never tell.
Kitayama turned his head and looked at him. For someone who wasn’t even thirty, he looked old. There were deep lines around his mouth and between his eyes. Fujigaya had often mused that if life had been easier, Kitayama would have looked very handsome and younger.
But life hadn’t been easy. They had run away from home, away from their abusive fathers only to be brought into an orphan.  Maybe they would have been happy then, if they hadn’t been adopted by the wrong people. People that had no right to raise children. People that didn’t know how to love.
Fujigaya had never loved. He felt a connection, an understanding, to Kitayama, but he didn’t know if it could be called love. They had run together, always.
“Are you sure?”
Kitayama furrowed his brows as he thought about his words.
“Yes.” He finally answered. “I want to be free.”
Fujigaya nodded. He would go wherever Kitayama went.
They weren’t strong together, but they weren’t weaker either.

They walked there. It was a long walk to the nursing house Kitayama’s real father stayed at. The other’s face was a mask as he asked the caretaker to see his father. Fujigaya watched her surprised face at the appearance of a son, but she guided them to the room.
In front of the door, she looked hesitantly at Kitayama.
“He has Alzheimer’s.”
Fujigaya felt a pang of shock, but Kitayama’s face didn’t give anything away. Calmly, he walked into the room and Fujigaya followed. He could see the other play with the pocketknife he carried in his pocket.
“It is a beautiful day. We should go and watch the cherry blossoms.”
“We can’t Kitayama-san. It is autumn.” The nurse explained in a gentle voice to the old man sitting in a wheelchair. “Look, you have guests. Your son is here.” She pointed at Kitayama and with an encouraging smile left the room.
“I don’t have a son.”
All Fujigaya could hear afterwards was the humming of the AC. Suddenly, Kitayama’s breathing got laboured. Alarmed, Fujigaya took a step closer.
“How dare you don’t remember!” Kitayama shook. “You don’t remember me? You don’t remember this either?” Roughly, Kitayama tugged his shirt up and they could see the lines on the other’s chest that would never fully disappear. Unconsciously, Fujigaya moved his hand to his own chest where his biggest scar was.
Confused the old man looked at them.
“Who are you?”
The pocketknife flashed in Kitayama’s clenched fist.
He couldn’t do it. Fujigaya realized in mere seconds. He had never seen Kitayama shake that much and he had seen a lot. He considered doing it for the other. He considered taking the knife and extinguish one of the ghosts of their past. There wasn’t any personal history that held him back, but there was Kitayama. The other needed him now more than ever. Tightly, he took Kitayama’s hand and pulled. He couldn’t get locked away for murder now and for one reason only.
At the hotel, Kitayama showered very long while Fujigaya waited. When the other came out, he was only wearing a towel. He stood again in front of the window, but this time Fujigaya knew it was unseeing. Moving behind him, Fujigaya wrapped his arms around him from behind.
“I was too weak.”
“I am here.” Fujigaya whispered and let his hands glide over Kitayama’s scars.

(PG) The old house, with its wildly overgrown garden, was silent, secretive.
The old house, with its wildly overgrown garden, was silent, secretive. The perfect place to find a lost forest ghost.
Kitayama moved silently over the moss and grass covered ground to not surprise or scare the shy creature that might be hiding there.
The house had been abandoned for years and the path that lead to the front door was barely visible anymore, but Kitayama didn’t care about the house. Instead, he watched awed how nature had reclaimed terrain that was rightfully hers. Ivy ranked around trees and the crumbling stone walls of the house and if he had been wearing short pants, grass would tickle his knees.
His eyes were watchful as he took in his surroundings. If the information he had been given were correct, then he would be able to find one. He looked behind thick trunks, carefully moved the grass aside and moved rotting wood. When he reached a well that was barely visible because of the ivy covering it, he knew he had found what he was looking for. They loved ivy above all.
Cautiously, he leant over the edge. No matter how often he had done this already, there was no telling how each of them would react. They were utterly complex beings and very mistrusting of humans. Kitayama couldn’t fault them.
His breath got stuck in his throat as his eyes met cerulean.
Mutely, they looked at each other for long seconds, till Kitayama got his bearings back together. He had never seen one so beautiful and he had seen many beautiful forest ghosts.
His hair was jet-black, his cat like eyes as blue as the sky on a beautiful summer day and his olive skin sparkled where the sun touched it.
Kitayama put a friendly smile on his lips and tried to hide his awe as good as he could. If a forest ghost suspected a human was after their sparkling skin, it could get really nasty. They could have very sharp claw-like nails.
“Hello, my name is Hiromitsu.”
He got scrutinized throughout.
“Taisuke.” Was the court reply and Kitayama smiled again.
“You have a beautiful name.” If you did it right, flattery could get you on good terms easily, but it could also backfire. Kitayama had learned very early to never praise a forest ghost’s skin or eyes.
Taisuke neither moved away nor towards him. Kitayama considered it a good reaction. Since the humans had more and more chopped down trees and the ghosts had lost their homes, it had become more difficult to earn their trust. Kitayama remembered fondly when they had still been curious and poked his unsparkling skin.
“I know about a big forest.”
The blue eyes turned sad and Kitayama suspected that his new friend was terribly homesick. He wouldn’t be the only one.
“It is untouched.”
Taisuke looked at him hesitantly.
“How?”
“Because it is protected.” Kitayama said simply. It wasn’t at all that simple. Keeping the forest out of the clutches of industry was a battle, they fought every day anew.
“Why?”
“Because if we destroy everything we have, nothing will be left.”
Taisuke worried his bottom lip between his teeth for some seconds.
“I want to go there.” He almost sounded timid. Kitayama reached a hand towards the other.
“Okay.”
The other’s hand felt like a warm spring breeze and Kitayama smiled at the pleasant feeling. With his help, the forest ghost crawled out of the well and he guided him towards his car.
This was always the worst for those beings that were so tightly interwoven with nature that they were almost nature themselves.
Taisuke glared at the metallic, stinking monster.
Kitayama wished there was another way to transport him. He opened the door and showed Taisuke the big basket he had secured on the backseat. It was padded with ivy and grass.
“I don’t like it.”
“I don’t expect you to, but you will like the forest.”
Taisuke sent him a judging look before carefully getting in the basket without getting in contact with the car in anyway.
As Kitayama closed the door, he sighed relieved. This had gone a lot better than expected. He could only suspect how terribly Taisuke missed the forest to have agreed so easily. It pained him.
He drove the car slowly and avoided the bumps on the road as good as he could. It wasn’t a long way, but he knew Taisuke could panic any moment and then it might cause an accident. Kitayama felt joy and excitement like always when they reached the edge of the forest.
He helped Taisuke out of the basket and he could sense the other’s giddiness. There was no holding back and Taisuke dived between the trees. Kitayama followed the other slowly and threaded on a well-worn path. They never went too deeply into the forest, but he enjoyed the untouched nature and clean air as well.
It always made him a little sad when his forest ghosts disappeared within seconds. He had liked Taisuke.
“Ouch.” Kitayama rubbed his forehead and looked at the acorn that now lay between his feet. Frowning, he looked up, only to see Taisuke sit on a strong branch of a big tree and smile cheekily down at him. The other looked relaxed and happy and surely not as timid anymore as in the well. It showed him that he was now where he belonged. Kitayama felt blessed for seeing him that way. This was the reason he was fighting against the industry and government.
*
It was a cloudy day, but the air was fresh and clean. Kitayama carried the basket into the forest and went to a tree that was especially covered in ivy. He pulled some tendrils off and padded the basket throughout. He shuddered as he felt quite a few acorns roll down his back under his shirt.
“Hello Taisuke.” He returned the greeting without looking up from his work. In mere seconds, he felt a weight on his back and warm arms around his neck.
“A new friend?” Taisuke asked curiously and dropped some fresh leaves over Kitayama’s shoulder into the basket as well.
“Hopefully.”
Taisuke hummed in understanding and leant his head against his.

So, which one did you like best?