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now I'm telling my story a little u_u


It all began on October 20, 2007 ...
Just struck me immediately known, partly because anda beautiful girl, but since I liked my friend I decided to get me by, and so the thing they died.

The following Saturday we went out together I and my friends (and she was in the group), and we went to skate. After the day he asked me the phone number, and soon after I accomapgnai home (which for me was so friendly).
the evening she started to text you with me to write so many nice mess, and without loss of time she asked me now to get a story with me, but I said yes! (Although ...) and I added that since we were in the wrong context and with my friend that the "drooling" behind, I would never have risked a friendship for a story.
But things took a lot of different folds ...
She insisted that she wanted to be my girlfriend. because he liked me, but I continued to say no more for the same reason.
But one day she and I decided to tell my friend to see his reaction, and if he would accept ... he took a little bad, but he gave the same "permission". In doing so she and I abiamo could do a story, but ...
After that she began to change for me, any excuse was good to argue, I asked her explanation, but she was never able to give me a concrete answer.
After a while I came to discover that she was going to be my friend ... I took it badly and never gave the "consent" to them both.
you so smart Motl began to narrow my friend saying the usual phrase "or pick me or Luke." He chose me to boast at all, but in private she sent him a private mess with the words "I was wrong to choose I want you Luke."
This can be called friendship?
the end I was really interested in her, but not a simple story even if you could do something more serious I would have preferred, while my friend was like so many, one more than on his list of girls that's it.
Now in short the two of them are made, and I like a fool I was disappointed ... but I really like her, I know I am stupid, because after what I did I should not talk more, but I can not ...
... so I'm trying again u_u
While this does not have more friendly relations completely closed.

The End

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Title: # 3 Remember me? Before the war, I'm the man who lived next door
Fandom - Pair: x-Kamui/Fuuma
Abstract: We say that Wren (for those of Fengtianshi Lj) I said that Fuuma is necessarily a "seed" and Kamui necessarily a "Uke" .. if you write it .. I tried to show that it is not said .. The result is not that good about returning to Kamui the city and hopes to find Fuuma grown as it should ^ _ ^
Rating: PG13
Warnings: One-shot

# 3 Remember me? Before the war, I'm the man who lived next door.

Kamui felt at home again. He had been out of town all that time and now, finally came back.

could finally do what he had always wanted, and when you put something in his head there was no way to remove it! He had a precise goal in mind. Tall, dark and terribly sexy!

not seen him for years, but she imagined that when he grew up, his friend was just as he imagined: a muscular big man a bit 'rough and terribly sensual, a little' abrupt, as much as might like!

satisfied from his thoughts, Kamui took his bag and left the house, to school.

His heart was pounding as he tried to calm down. But the excitement and tension to the realization of his desire were really uncontrollable.

No, it could not get going. He opened the bag and, having rummaged through the books and notebooks took out a pack of cigarettes. Just what we want now! Threw down the bag and leaned against the wall, closing his eyes and enjoying time. Even if someone had seen him, who would make a spy? There was no reason to hide his habit now that her mother was gone.

He made a couple of shots, the smoke could very slowly from his mouth, somehow managed to relax.

The sound of a bicycle interrupted the idyllic silence and slowly regain Kamui felt nervous for him.

Phew, now that we were succeeding! He opened his eyes and saw.

The bike was stuck in front of him .. and he was ridden by two figures unmistakable. The girl with long blond curls and silky that it was necessarily Kotori looked terrified, was simply the highest version of the girl whom he had the memory clear.

And that guy with her? His brain thought for a bit 'before one can be convinced to give that answer.

The boy was tall, dark, with a wonderful physical and two bright eyes and sweet, it was muscular ... but it certainly was not a big man! Her look was more gentle and cuddly puppy bulldog!

The boy looked at him with a contemplative look!

"He seems to have seen Princess Kaguya, "thought Kamui.

"Ka ... Ka ... Kamui!" Shouted the boy pointing and dismounting of the bike race, followed closely by his sister who dropped the catch in order not to dash their only means of transport.

Fuuma Kamui ran to him and squeezed.

"It 's really not much that I saw you know! Thought I'd come back again! "

But who was this shrinking violet who was holding you? Sure, it was still close to a shot carved, and the muscles of Fuuma could be seen well from the school uniform that the falling perfectly.

But certainly it was not rude Fuuma who dreamed! You bee ...

That thought ruined the whole day.

at school were a few who still remember him and Kotori not let up for a moment.

Fortunately reached the end of the school but Fuuma him a proposal he could not refuse.

"Kamui, want to come to my house to play a little 'basketball with me?"

I? You? Basketball?

"Fuuma Certainly, with pleasure, so we chat a bit '! "

Fuuma smiled sweetly. She gave him a pat on the shoulder and said, "I look at my house, I can not wait!"

Kamui felt his body react to that smile. It certainly was not the Fuuma who dreamed every night that he had left ... but it was really nice!

He went home and got ready by putting something comfortable. Reaching the house of the Fuuma would take very little time. In fact, in a moment he was there.

Fuuma saw over the gate that he trained a little 'alone, dressed in a jacket of some strange team in NBA Kamui knew existed.

Slightly sweaty, jumped athletically to the basket, while his hair slightly obstructing the view.

sensual and muscular arms accompanied the ball into the net of the basket, while Kamui with his gaze lingered on the environment.

"Here!" Fuuma said when it saw the presence of Kamui. He ran a hand through her hair gently to disconnect them from the front. It was really very much, too good.

After a 'distraction initial Kamui smiled and began to play.

only that the purpose of basketball is not just basketball ... but do do not do another!

And do not let them ... we need to mark tight!

Kamui had no problems in this sense, the sweat of your body Fuuma made him feel alive, maybe it was not rude fat man who would have got whipped insulting, but it was still not equipped with a physical little, and soul ... well he knew all along.

Fuuma but seemed a bit 'more troubled.

At one point he stopped the ball.

"What?" Kamui asked.

"Well you know .. is so you do not see e.. I can not. "

" A what? "

" hard to stay so close "

" Excuse me, if I want to go! "

"No.No Kamui is you, I like you so much and I am ashamed to die .. but you're my best friend and I had to tell you."

Kamui remained dumbfounded, especially since the shame that Fuuma felt was confirmed by eyes that were barely holding back tears.

That her look so sweet, that his being so helpless and defenseless should let him be sick. Instead ...

Instead Kamui grabbed him by the shirt and pulled him towards you.

"Do you remember our promise Fuuma?"

Fuuma nodded her head.

"I had sworn I'd be back, and I swore that I'd been friends forever. Well withdrawn that promise. I can not be friends with someone like you. I. .. "

Fuuma did not understand, his eyes were about to give in, to how much resistance could oppose.

"someone like you ... I want to be with someone like you, no indeed, you! I dreamed of you every night, every night I wanted to, I do not ever give a fuck about those silly girls who revolve around me. I want and I want to you! You've always got. "

Fuuma did not have time to answer a single word, Kamui had already hinted that he was not lying. Their lips together were true, and honest and asking for more.

course that day would come, when the same stars that had made them become soul mates they would be condemned to fight and war.

Fuuma The day that would change her tender look at a stab of ice.

But now everything they knew and they wanted was just love, love one another as they had always dreamed of doing.

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Eh have become productive!
But since the first fic I was not satisfied ... I tried again!

in Category: Melodies of Life


Title: # 17My Dreams Are Made Of You
Fandom - Pair: x-Kamui/Fuuma Summary: Fuuma can not sleep, all because of Kamui! ;
Rating: PG13
Warnings: One-shot

# 17 my dreams are made of you

still could not sleep. Fuuma was really nervous that night.

turn over in bed again and again did not lead to nothing more than to further anger.

"That bastard," he murmured to himself "that asshole."

How could she make him such a thing? He did feel humiliated, yes! Embarrassed was the word most fucking right!

What the hell was skipped in mind Kamui Kotori to tell them two!

So he parried her beautiful ass was telling her that ... that word was used? Is seduced by him .. ah!

Yet .. "And yet still love him"

Fuuma stood puffing and pushing aside the heavy winter blankets. His long black pajamas rubbed under his feet as they walked away from the bedroom to go to the kitchen.

He opened the refrigerator, self-control completely lost at this point let off steam with inanimate objects seemed the best solution.

pounced on the bottle of water, but his attention was immediately drawn to something else.

Vodka .. right! That could hurt him? At worst it would be a bit drunk 'and would stay in bed longer.

grabbed the neck of the bottle and with a flick of the hips closed fridge, and headed into the living room. He overcame some clothes abandoned on the ground, those of the evening, he had found the strength to pick them up and rearrange them.

Tripping 'slightly, without falling on her sister's fashion magazines. A kick and decided to dry off a bit '.

finally reached its goal: the chair.

There it settled down, letting out all the air had seeped into the pillow. The chair and he sighed with her.

uncorked the bottle and began drinking in the barrel. He was strong, had never drunk before.

He undid the buttons of his pajama shirt, remaining open to the waist.

He settled for a moment the two strands of hair that fell over his eyes uncomfortably.

Then another sip.

And one more.

arrived about half the bottle now when the numbness of sleep had overtaken him to the point lose consciousness.

Fuuma slowly sank to the dream that was taking over him.

Kamui was lying on a soft bed covered with silk sheets and bright white, behind the light that leaked through the windows became almost blinding, and the lighting prevented Fuuma to keep my eyes open.

"Come here, come to me, I love you" the voice of Kamui begged him gently

"Please, really. I need you .. give me your body and your mind! "

Fuuma still hesitant to let himself be guided by the lascivious boy's prayer.

stretched his arm to feel its presence and find him in the darkness that forced him all that light.

But suddenly the voice of his beloved Kamui turned into a coarse and vulgar laughter. He opened his eyes and clutched in one body Kamui and Kotori is owned grinning and mocking him.

panting, sweaty, naked and embracing.

"No," cried Fuuma pain

"Nah," cried yet again, louder.

The two continued to laugh until the sound of their laughter is not cast in a whistle and then into a drum, continuous, rhythmic.

Fuuma's eyes widened panting, trembling.

"What ...?" Saw the bottle of vodka closed resting at his feet.

Then a drum. A dense strong took him to the head. He had drunk too much.

But the drum did not stop, and slowly turned into a drum beat.

Someone was knocking on the door and seemed intent on not stopping.

"But who the fuck is this time of night! My head explodes dammit! "

Fuuma amassed all his strength to get up and crawl to the door, despite the vision slightly modified from the pain in my head it did bump into tables and furniture.

came to the door and clung to the handle.

He turned the key twice recklessly, without even looking at those who lay beyond.

"Fuuma I. .."

Kamui?

"What the hell you want Kamui?"

The guy at the door had a look awfully guilty. His eyes sought those of Fuuma, hopeful to understand a little more 'love.

".. You smell of alcohol, Fuuma"

"This I already knew," said starting to close the door, Kamui interposed his arm to stop him.

"Wait Fuuma! ... Wait ... please ..."

Speak .. "

Kamui looked down" I'm an idiot. "

" I know that too! "interrupted Fuuma.

"It is ok but let me talk!"

"Come on, talk about"

"I. .. I told Kotori that I did not care about you .. I wanted her"

"I know

" Come on just Fuuma! I said this because I was afraid! I was afraid of our history! I was afraid that our relationship was not normal, insane, we are two gay you know! Two gay!

And I knew that would happen, did not expect it right? I'm afraid because I like and I'm afraid I do not know what to do. .. I tried to be like everyone else, I tried to fall in love with a girl that I knew better. But I can not .. I can not love, I do not like you. "

Fuuma was petrified in the face of a clear declaration of guilt of Kamui.

As soon, however, saw the tears that were about to bathe the boy's eyes, pressed strong if, as fast as he could, with all the energy left.

"Because you have not understood before, why!"

"Because I'm an asshole .." said Fuuma Kamui's arms, on a hot and sweet shelter in the cold of the night.

"Even I know that." Fuuma said again, closing the lips of Kamui with a sweet kiss.