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 Posted: Wed May 31, 2006 8:50 pm
Angel blushed when Michale asked the question as if Angel hadn't made it clear that he wanted him better. He felt bad for making Michale think otherwise.
"yes yes i do, more than anything." he wrapped his arms around him tightly,burying his face in his side "Please get better, just promise me you will get better! I don't....I don't want to lose you! I can't! Don't leave me!" he was remembering the people o nthe stage, he didn't want him ending up like them, dead. Angel just wanted him healthy and happy and with him.
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Posted: Wed May 31, 2006 9:35 pm
Michale was a bit surprised at the emotion the boy expressed. But then Angel always had been the emotional sort. A sly smile krept across his lips as he cradled the distraught boy against his chest.
"Ee, Angel...I'm right here." he said, an almost soothing tone in his voice. His eyes, again lingered on the smoke curling up from the cigarette in his other hand. "And I promise...It's only going to be for a little while, ne?"
Promise...Oh but that word went such a long way. Michale found it amusing really. He found little meaning in it, but so many people treated it as the be-all and end-all of communication.
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Posted: Wed May 31, 2006 9:43 pm
Angel hugged him and nodded against him.
"Gomen. I just don't want to lose you" Angel had seperation anxiety in a sense. He never knew why, he just didn't want to be left alone, and he had a fear that the people he loved would disapear. Michale was a big part of his life and to lose him would be disastarous.
"I love you Michale." He never initiated any sort of physical.....adoration but he leaned up and kissed Michale on the cheek. He hugged Michale lots, ya that was that, but he never kissed him on his own, afraid Michale wouldn't like it. He always waited until Michale either kissed him or gave him permission. But now he kissed him, because he loved him, and he had missed him, and he wanted to know he was still with him and wasn't going anywhere. "Gomen" he blushed and looked back down at his lap realizing what he had just done. He hadn't been able to refrain, but he didn't regret doing it.
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Posted: Fri Jun 02, 2006 4:45 pm
Michale blinked in surprise as Angel kissed him. His head tilted sideways, as he looked at the boy. Had Angel ever...No, Angel had never kissed him first...Not even on the cheek. Michale wasn't sure what to make of it. Did he like it?
The corner of his mouth twitched, lifting ever-so-slightly in the faintest of smiles. He quickly pressed the cigarette between his lips again to hide the expression, as his question was obviously answered. He ground out the filter against the cinderblock wall and pulled Angel into his lap, exhaling the smoke in a puff above his head. He ran his fingers down Angel's cheek, against the ugly discoloration he had placed there.
It had been quite a while since he felt the stirring in his heart that he felt at the moment, and he leaned back, pulling Angel with him so that the boy was laying atop his broad chest. One arm draped loosely over the tiny body, and Michale sighed, almost in contentment. Too bad they couldn't stay there a little longer.
"We have classes soon, ne?" he said off-hand, tucking his arm behind his head.
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Posted: Fri Jun 02, 2006 6:18 pm
The boy let himself be pulled into the others lap and he smiled slightly up at him as Michale traced a finger down his cheek. He tried not to wince when it hit his bruise. His eyes though didn't falter, they stayed happy and on Michale's, that same happiness shining through.
He lay against Michale and his eyes peeked through his shaggy bangs. He needed a haircut but he rarely ever noticed, someone always had to say something to him before he would do anything.
Blinking and then almost pouting, Angel lowered his chin to Michale's chest.
He nodded against his body. He didn't want to leave, he liked being here with Michale, it was calm and perfect, almost like it used to be. He turned his head so his cheek could rest against the other boy's chest and a small sigh exited through his nose as his small arm kept around Michale's torso.
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Posted: Fri Jun 02, 2006 9:59 pm
Michale got up and set Angel on his feet, then strolled over to his closet. He hadn't had a chance to change this morning, as he pulled open the closet. He hated uniforms.
Oh well.
He snagged the second outfit from the hanger and dropped his current attire to the floor. Modesty was a foreign concept to Michale, and it wasn't as if Angel had never seen him change before.
"Well, let's get going." he said.
--->World History
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Posted: Sat Jun 03, 2006 4:53 pm
Angel watched Michale change. He always felt a blush come to his cheeks whenever he saw Michale naked, because it reminded him of other things and he wasn't supposed to like those kinds of things...just like he wasn't supposed to like guys....but he did like guys...and he did like his and Michales......encounters....
"Ok" he murmured and stood up and exited the room
==>english?
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Posted: Sat Jun 10, 2006 10:12 pm
<---Boy's halls
Micahel entered his room and quite nearly slammed the door behind him. He pulled the package from his blazer pocket and opened the drawer containing the syringe. His eyes widened. He reached for it, but his hand paused of its own accord.
Angel...
With a snarl, he quite nearly threw the package into the drawer and slammed it closed. Why? Why did he do that?
He walked away from the drawer and over to his window. He stood there for a moment, before turning back to the drawer. He opened it, looked at the items. Reached for them. And stopped again. He growled in frustration, and walked back to the window.
"I want you to get better."
Michale sighed as he stared out the window. He couldn't understand. Why? Why couldn't he? Why did his thoughts of Angel stop him? He slammed his fist against the wall in frustration and walked over to his bed, flopping backwards. Another growl found its way out of him. He closed his eyes.
Red...Red everywhere. And screaming. Pain.
The red was....blood?
"Michale! Run!"
More screaming. More red...blood. So much...from where? Terror. Tears. Fleeing. Running. What was going on? A face...A knife...A flash of silver. Hiding.
BANG!
Michale sat up with a shout. His heart pounded, pulses racing in his ears. Blinking, he felt moisture slide down his cheeks again. Shaking fingers reached up and came away damp. Again? Why? He just didn't understand it...He growled one last time and got up, heading into the bathroom to splash water on his face. What were all these strange thoughts? What was going on?
Emerging from the bathroom, he glanced at the clock.
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Posted: Sun Jul 23, 2006 8:48 pm
<--from classes(aka somewhere)
Michale dropped his stuff with a heavy sigh and flopped on the bed. Every time he closed his eyes, those strange images came back into his mind...It made him almost scared to take what Ganju had given him. Almost. Michale wasn't scared of anything. But what if it made the images worse?
He growled, his fingers trembling a bit as he thought about it. He knew he would need it sooner or later.
No that wasn't right. He didn't need it. He just chose to use it. It felt better. That's all.
And dammit, where was Angel? He should have known to come back here after classes. That boy better not have made off with that boyscout punk.
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Posted: Mon Dec 11, 2006 1:07 pm
Ganju made his way down the hallway, hands shoved deeply into the pockets of his only slightly wrinkled pants. He wore a Midori dress shirt shirt, unbuttoned with the sleeves torn off, and a track team tshirt was visible beneath it. An unlit cigarette was tucked behind his ear, and a plastic straw was tightly clenched between his gapped teeth. he gangly boy whistled tunelessly as he made his way to Kazimoto's door.
Last night's unexpected run-in with Inoue, or Inoue's brother, or whoever that hd been, had definitely set him on edge. So much so that he'd gone off to his room without so much as a word of parting to his customer. it wasn't out of the ordinary for Ganju, after all he was a tempermental sort. He wasn't in the mood to deal with any requests from Michale's way, and the kid wasn't make some offer that he couldn't walk away from.
But today was a new day. Ganju's good humor was restored, and he was more than willing to pick things up from where he had left off. He leaned his back against Kazimoto's door, raised his leg, and brought it back sharply to kick loudly against the door. One, two, three loud kicks before he left his foot rsting against the surface. He waited patiently for signs of life on the other end.
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Posted: Mon Dec 11, 2006 1:50 pm
Michale groaned and rolled over, having to kick himself free of the blankets. It felt like he'd only been asleep for a few minutes when there was that banging on his door. And it had too. He'd been tossing and turning most of the night, even after he'd finally given in and taken his dose. Those damn dreams. What was with the sirens and the blood? And why couldn't he remember who those people were? Finally getting to his feet, and forgetting he was only in his shorts, he walked over to the door, choppy dark locks a tousled mess, and dark rings under his eyes. A frown on his face, he pulled open the door.
"What?" he said grumpily. Then he saw Ganju standing there, and his eyes widened. "Oh, Ganju-san! Gomennasai, I guess I just woke up on the wrong side of the bed."
Then he noticed that he was only in his boxers, and his cheeks flushed -- an entirely unfamiliar and unwelcome feeling, as he snatched his pants up from the floor and held them in front of himself. "Excuse me for just a second, ne?" he said, slipping into the bathroom to pull on his pants and finger-comb his hair. He left the dormroom door open for Ganju to enter.
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Posted: Sat Dec 16, 2006 9:37 pm
Ganju took a step away from the door as he heard movement from withing. He spun around slowly, smirk in place, just in time for Michale to swing his door open.
"And good mornin' to you, too, sunshine. No one can accuse ya of being overly perky in the morning, ne, Kazimoto?" Muddy brown eyes travelled up and down Michael's form, apparently around the same time as the kid took note of his own appearance.
"For me," Ganju asked mildly. I'm flattered, but you're a bit to butch for my tastes ne? I don't really do boys, but if I do, they gotta be pretty at least.... You ain't ugly, but I wouldn't call ya pretty,ne?"
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Posted: Fri Dec 29, 2006 11:12 am
Michale frowned, wondering briefly if this is how Angel felt when he blushed. He didn't like the feeling. Not one bit. Embarrassed was not a word in his vocabulary. Himo didn't blush. He didn't get embarrassed.
"Gomen ne." he said, shrugging, and chuckling at Ganju's comment. "I think the same could be said about you, though I'm not really picky."
He started to pull the drawstring on the curtain but decided against it and turned on the small lamp instead as he closed the door.
"So, why so early? We discussing payment before the ears wake up?" he asked, seating himself on the corner of the bed and pushing the desk chair over to Ganju. "Considering what you do, I'm sure you know just who it is to watch out for, ne?"
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Posted: Fri Dec 29, 2006 8:07 pm
Ganju shrugged mildly, wide grin in place. He seemed happy as a clam, given the hour. But really, why shouldn't he be. He thrived just as well inside Matrimony as he did on the outside of it... So long as his spouse kept their head on straight and didn't do something to screw them both over, everything was gravy.
"Yeah well... don't get no ideas... I don't think you got what it takes to be your own source of payment, ne, friend?"
He looked up and down the hall in an exaggerated manner before stepping into Michael's room as though he'd been invited, biting down on the toothpick beteen his lips.
"Hai hai, I know who to look for... and the real brown noses been up and moving since curfew broke... Impossible to beat them, ne... But you got nothin' to worry about. You dealin' with top man here, not one of my people.... Any trouble headed you way ain't comin' from me...." The easy going facade dropped as Ganju spoke quite coldly.
"...Unless you ******** me over. Then you got a world of pain comin' your way, no question. We get each other, Kazimoto."
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Posted: Tue Jan 09, 2007 7:19 pm
Michale's brows went up in mild surprise, and he lifted his hands, as if to fend off an attack.
"Nande sonna-koto shita-no?" Michale said, shaking his head, a lopsided smile on his face. "What makes you think I would ******** you over? You really think I would jeopardize our budding relationship?"
Then, his expression turned serious, and he leaned forward, bracing his chin on his fists and letting his dark forelock half-conceal his ebony gaze as he looked up at Ganju.
"Wakatta. You don't have to worry about any problems from me." he said quietly.
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