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Dec. 1st, 2010 05:12 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kat8chaShouichi had gotten used to seeing black suited men appear in his peripheral vision. When the memories from the future had been dumped in his head he found himself having to deal with shadowy figures out of the corner of his eye. He knew he was being followed and more than that he knew he was being 'protected'. Or maybe 'kept'. He wasn't sure which was worse and only on the worst of nights did he wonder if Byakuran was being 'protected'.
There was a black suited man in dark glasses standing outside of his apartment and Shouichi paused with his grip tight on his book bag.
"Ten minutes." The dark clothed man with pale blond hair said before he ushered Shouichi into his own apartment and closed the door.
Shouichi's breath sped up. Ten minutes? Ten minutes till what? For what? What was…
"Shou-chan!" A pale white figure was draped over the Irie family couch. Byakuran's arms and limbs were all akimbo and he looked half like an attractive scarecrow and half like some sort of sparkly movie vampire. It took Shouichi a second to realize that Byakuran was actually glittering too. For some reason, he wasn't surprised.
"Byakuran-san." Shouichi dropped his book bag to the floor and checked his watch. "You've got nine minutes and forty-seven seconds now."
Byakuran sighed and hopped off the couch. "Is Shou-chan going to count down too? Even though I'm being nice?" Shouichi watched Byakuran cross the floor in several wide steps. In his head, Byakuran was an elegant tall man, it was hard to reconcile him with this gangly teenager. Except when those long, cold fingers stroked over his cheeks and Shouichi shuddered at the look in Byakuran's chilly purple eyes. "I even came all the way here to cure Yamamoto Takeshi and you can't even be nice to me?"
Shouichi didn't have a good response to that. He thinned his lips and stared up at Byakuran. He was so much shorter than Byakuran at this age.
Byakuran looked down at him and an emotion that could almost be sadness crossed his face. "I suppose not." Cold finger tips stroked Shouichi's face again and then Byakuran took a step back. "Eight minutes and seven seconds."
Shouichi sighed and then took a step close and leaned up on his tiptoes to kiss Byakuran. "Thank you, Byakuran-san, for helping the Vongola."
Byakuran returned the kiss and smiled. "Happy birthday, Shou-chan."
There was a black suited man in dark glasses standing outside of his apartment and Shouichi paused with his grip tight on his book bag.
"Ten minutes." The dark clothed man with pale blond hair said before he ushered Shouichi into his own apartment and closed the door.
Shouichi's breath sped up. Ten minutes? Ten minutes till what? For what? What was…
"Shou-chan!" A pale white figure was draped over the Irie family couch. Byakuran's arms and limbs were all akimbo and he looked half like an attractive scarecrow and half like some sort of sparkly movie vampire. It took Shouichi a second to realize that Byakuran was actually glittering too. For some reason, he wasn't surprised.
"Byakuran-san." Shouichi dropped his book bag to the floor and checked his watch. "You've got nine minutes and forty-seven seconds now."
Byakuran sighed and hopped off the couch. "Is Shou-chan going to count down too? Even though I'm being nice?" Shouichi watched Byakuran cross the floor in several wide steps. In his head, Byakuran was an elegant tall man, it was hard to reconcile him with this gangly teenager. Except when those long, cold fingers stroked over his cheeks and Shouichi shuddered at the look in Byakuran's chilly purple eyes. "I even came all the way here to cure Yamamoto Takeshi and you can't even be nice to me?"
Shouichi didn't have a good response to that. He thinned his lips and stared up at Byakuran. He was so much shorter than Byakuran at this age.
Byakuran looked down at him and an emotion that could almost be sadness crossed his face. "I suppose not." Cold finger tips stroked Shouichi's face again and then Byakuran took a step back. "Eight minutes and seven seconds."
Shouichi sighed and then took a step close and leaned up on his tiptoes to kiss Byakuran. "Thank you, Byakuran-san, for helping the Vongola."
Byakuran returned the kiss and smiled. "Happy birthday, Shou-chan."
