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Post by AKIRA IJIRO on Feb 7, 2010 15:59:53 GMT -5
Dear Diary,
Akira blinked down at the page of the peach and orange colored journal he was writing in. His mint green colored pen absently drawing a little heart to doodle-out the comma he'd just written.
Dear Diary♥
Today I have nothing to write...
[/color] A sigh slipped from the photographer's lips, eyes closing for a second while he tried to think if there really wasn't another to write about. He led a pretty boring life now that Naoto was no longer in his life. And if it wasn't for him saying he didn't want to talk to me any longer... I wouldn't feel so compelled to write in this stupid thing. I never kept a diary before. Another sigh slipped, brown eyes falling back to the seemingly empty page. Dear Diary♥
Today I have nothing to write...
Today I realized how much I hate Naoto for abandoning me. I'm thankful he is no longer in my life, and that he is one less thing I need to worry about. Good riddance. The sound of the doorbell ringing jolted the brunette from his writing, blinking up and over to the wooden slab of wood. " Coming!" he calling, marking his page in the diary with his pen before closing it up. He gracefully got to his feet, and wandered over to the door, hips swaying as he walked. A series of knocks could be heard, " Alright, already. Hold on!" Stroking his fingers through his hair, he hesitated before opening the door up, and blinked shyly to the person on the other side. " H-h-hello." [/size][/blockquote] |
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Post by fuyu - u.tada--? on Mar 26, 2010 20:23:20 GMT -5
[/i][/center] The Korean's quiet, but swift running steps pounded against the concrete of the sidewalk. Thump, thump, thump, thump. Though weary from exhaustion, Fuyu pressed on. 'Heart of Fire' was blasting in his earbuds, putting some mental ease on it. American music was catchy and technoish, which he liked, especially for running. Fuyu sang along in his mind. It was easier to tell you everything you wanna hear, but I will surround your heart with lies, and it's a heavy burden on me baby, a heavy burden I have never felt before.[/color] For some reason, Innerpartysystem reminded him of Akira as he paused for a stoplight button push. The lyrics had nothing to do with his "relationship" with the coworker--though they had to do with love, it wasn't the kind Fuyu wanted. This was the lying, aggressive stuff he couldn't stand. The crosswalk sign turned to "walk", and he continued his running. Thump, thump, thump, thump. All this running and talking of Akira made him want to see him. And sure, why the hell not? He was pretty close. Only an extra half-kilometer, but that was nothing in Fuyu's world. And sure enough, three minutes later, the Japanese arrived at Akira's doorstep. For a few minutes he stood on the porch, stretching his calfs. Hopefully he didn't smell of sweat--of all things to worry about. The Japanese was a bit girly like that. He reached the doorbell, then stopped for a moment. Wait. What if he's busy? Or doesn't wanna see me? Or...is with someone else! Shaking his head violently and rejecting that thought, he poked the doorbell. A small squeak of a voice was his response; he couldn't discern what it was trying to say. Shit! What if he is!? He knocked loudly on the door with a tinge of paranoia. A moment later, it opened. Akira's pretty face emerged and greeted him. The Japanese absently sighed with relief. "Hey Akira! I's just running through town--then I thought of you." He placed a hand on Akira's left shoulder, trailing his fingers down the side of it. "And I really just wanted to say hi~."[/size][/ul] |
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Post by AKIRA IJIRO on May 9, 2010 17:02:16 GMT -5
Akira blinked, admittedly a bit stunned that Fuyu was standing on his doorstep. What is he doing here? How'd he know where I lived? He couldn't recall telling his fellow photographer where he lived, but odds were that he had at some point, but passed out from embarrassment later on that it caused him to forget. Or something of that nature.
The tiniest of squeaks slipped as the younger Asian nearly jumped out of his skin, brown eyes dropping to the firm, masculine hand that touched him. Oh, Buddha. What amazing hands he has... his brain continued to tick. "Y-you... th-thought of... me?" he asked, hesitantly returning his attention back up to the twenty-one-year-old.
A bright red blush colored the eighteen-year-old's entire face, "W-want-t-ted to..." If it wasn't for the cool air circulating through his home, Akira was sure that he would have passed out; no doubt.
Well... Don't just stand there, Akira. Let him inside. Offer him a drink.
"Uh-uhmn... W-would you like to, um... come inside and h-have a... dr-dr-ink?" he asked, cautiously stepping to the side and motioning gently for Fuyu to enter his home. "P-p-please?"
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