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Gravitation › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
26
Views:
5,140
Reviews:
59
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own Gravitation, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Chapter Eighteen
Let it Will Be
Flora Winters
I do not own Gravitation. It is so wonderful.
Summary: Shuichi is kicked out of Yuki’s apartment yet again and Ryuichi is there for him with Kumagoro in tow. MM, Language.
Chapter Eighteen
Hiro listened to everything that his best friend in the whole wide world had to tell him. It was kind of hard for him to sit there and not grind his teeth in fury. He could not stand to see Shuichi in so much pain. The golden hearted young man didn’t deserve it. He was too kind to be treated this way.
He knew that Shuichi was now seeing the man he worshipped as a deity on Earth, but, seeing his frozen flame must have torn the stitches from his heart, and, therefore, felt like salt was being sprinkled into the bleeding wounds.
Forgiveness was something that he firmly believed in, but, a person can only take so much abuse. Emotional abuse is something that takes longer to heal than anything physical. The scars on the heart stay with you forever, no matter what some bitches have the gall to say otherwise. They could all die, burn in Hell, and he had no problem helping the whores on their merry little ways. He was sure Lucifer Morningstar had a nice dildo with red hot, razor sharp spikes, ready to shove in and out of their asses.
“Hiro?” Shuichi sniffled in concern. “Are you all right?”
“Huh?” The redhead asked in confusion, looking up at him.
“You just broke the armrests off your chair,” Shuichi told him, wiping his eyes with his sleeve. “I didn’t mean to upset you.”
Hiro looked to see that he had indeed broken off the wooden armrests, and threw them over his head into on-coming traffic. He ignored the squealing of tires, the screams of people, the shattering of glass, and the sound of metal wrapping around something.
Shuichi blinked.
“Don’t let Yuki get under your skin, Shu,” Hiro told him, leaning forward, holding out a long razorblade for him to take. “Get under his with this and slice around for a while.”
Shuichi blinked again, only in shock this time around.
“I think K’s sperm swam their way into your brain and infected it.” Shuichi whispered.
Hiro snorted. “I wouldn’t go so far as to say that, Shuichi. I just don’t like to see you cry.”
Shuichi looked down at his hands in his lap, letting out a sad sigh. “I’m not strong like you.”
“BULL FUCKING HORSE SHIT!” Hiro bellowed, pointing a finger in his friend’s frightened face. “You are Shuichi Shindou, the new Pop Queen of Japan! Wave that royal microphone around! Bitch slap some bitches with it and put them in their places! Nobody can touch your pretty ass unless you allow them to do so! Tell them to suck your cock and blow them away with your awesome voice!”
“Did I hear blow?” K asked, standing directly behind him, smiling like the kitty who just eaten the birdie, wearing different pants.
Hiro told him to heel and the bigger man did so. He was so fucking hot when he obeyed orders.
“I’ll rub you something yummy when I’m sure Shuichi is okay,” he told the blond with a smoky grin.
K knelt down and put his arms around him. His blood had never been this hot for anyone before. He wanted to beat his chest, howl at the moon, and bomb Canada just for the hell of it.
BLAME CANADA (South Park)!
Shuichi was in a small state of shock. People loved him, adored him, and worshipped him. He did have a powerful voice and many would kill to have him on their labels. He had crocks shits of cash (F&S) and that meant he had power.
“Come on, Shuichi,” Hiro told him, getting to his feet. “Let’s go do some work on our next song. I’m sure that Suguru has bitten his fingers down to bloody stumps by now.”
Shuichi nodded. Another song was already coming together in his head. He wanted to rub it in Yuki’s arrogant face and giggle as he did so. The rotten bastard had it coming.
“I reserved us a special room,” K purred to his redhead. “It has all kinds…”
Shuichi stuck his fingers in his ears. He did not want to hear the rest.
“SHUICHI!” The voice of RAGE shrieked from a window on high. “COME TO ME NOW OR I’LL SHOOT THIS ROOM FULL OF RANDOM BITCHES!”
He could hear Suguru and Sakano scream like five year old girls. It was kind of comical, too.
“I’M COMING!” He shouted up at her.
“OH, NO!” She cried out in mock horror. “THE WRECKING BALL I LEFT BY THE WINDOW!”
All three men scattered like marbles when it came crashing down with an earth shaking boom.
Reiji cackled.
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“Let me get this straight,” Yuki said, ignoring the loud crash that shook the floor under him, rattling the walls around him, and took a seat on the sofa. “You want to use my idiot brother to seduce that psychotic idiot my idiot is now seeing?”
Touma nodded his head, slipping his naked flesh into a pale green robe made of the finest silk on earth. “Mr. Shindou will, of course, walk in on it, witnessing the whole thing.”
“And then I can be there to comfort him like a good lover would do,” Yuki said, smiling at the genius of it all.
“Exactly,” Touma giggled, sipping his yummy stem cell smoothie. “He will need comfort…but you will need to change your ways…or you could lose him forever.”
Yuki nodded, lowering his amber eyes to his feet. This shit was going to be hard. A person can’t simply change overnight.
“Here,” Touma said, handing him the phone. “Call him up and have him to come in.”
Yuki took the phone from him and did as he was told. He could almost feel Shuichi’s hot tightness embracing him once more.
“Oh,” Touma said, turning back to him. “Have him to bring lots of sparkly candy. He will need to leave a trail for Ryu to follow.”
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I’ve heard it all before
I’ve heard it all before
I’ve heard it all before
I’ve heard it all before
Suguru was at his cool looking keyboard, fumbling around while Shuichi sang the lyrics he had in his head. It sounded as if it were going to be one of those in your face type of songs.
Hiro strummed out a few keys on his electric guitar, listening to the tune Shuichi was humming. He looked over to see that he was writing it down as it was coming to him.
I don’t wanna hear, I don’t wanna know
Please don’t say you’re sorry
I’ve heard it all before
And I can take care of myself
I don’t wanna hear, I don’t wanna know
Please don’t say ‘Forgive me’
I’ve seen it all before
And I can’t take it anymore
Suguru turned to look at the pink haired singer and saw that he looked pissed as hell. It was so going to be one of those in your face songs. He couldn’t wait to really get cracking on it. This was sure to be another hit.
Shuichi opened his mouth and just let the words spill out like a rushing tidal wave.
You’re not half the man you think you are
Save your words because you’ve gone too far
I’ve listened to your lies and all your stories
You’re not half the man you’d like to be
Suguru and Hiro both began to play their instruments to the rhythm of Shuichi’s platinum voice. The two of them looked at each other and nodded. Shuichi was going to be fine…for the most part.
Reiji elbowed K in the shoulder. She had a twinkle in her eye.
“The guy is a genius,” she told him, putting her gun down.
K nodded his head as Shuichi repeated what he supposed was the chorus. “It would seem that Ryuichi is rubbing off on him.”
Noriko rolled her eyes. “We’re doomed.”
Mr. Sakano served tea.
Shuichi suddenly threw down his pen. He had the look of an angry God on his face. His voice was strong and it was pissed the fuck off. He looked super sexy.
Don’t explain yourself ‘cause talk is cheap
There’s more important things than hearing you speak
You stayed because I made it so convenient
Don’t explain yourself, you’ll never see
He threw the microphone over his head and began to write some more as his band mates kept playing. This was something that he needed to get out. There would be no more holding this shit in. He would crap it all out in glorious song.
Sorry, sorry, sorry
I’ve heard it all before
I’ve heard it all before
I’ve heard it all before
He put the pencil down and picked up a second microphone that seemed to just appear from out of nowhere. It might have been the same one. He didn’t know.
It was time to tell that fucker once and for all that they were finished. He would never again allow someone to abuse and batter his heart.
He sang out, repeating the chorus twice more. It was done. He was so through with Yuki.
I’ve heard it all before
I’ve heard it all before
I’ve heard it all before
I’ve heard it all before…
The music faded and all were standing in stunned silence. Here was one more song to add to the fold once it was perfected.
Reiji clapped her hands and K fired off a few shots. They were all just so damned happy. They had another money making hit to sell to the broken hearted, pissed off, exes of Japan.
Shuichi nodded his head and needed to take a seat before he passed out. He felt so free he suddenly didn’t know what to do with himself. He needed to call Ryuichi. He needed a sparkly hug.
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“NO!” Tastuha yelled, smashing Touma’s desk in with a very large mallet. “I DON’T CARE ABOUT THAT PINK HAIRED, MAN EATING SLUT! BUT, I REFUSE TO MAKE RYUICHI CRY!”
Touma was exasperated and Yuki just looked pissed. This was not going well at all.
“If Ryuichi loves that slut,” Tatsuha sobbed. “Then all I want is for him to be happy.”
Touma tried to pipe in, but Tatsuha smashed a picture hanging on the wall. He held that thought.
“You’re asking me to lure Ryuichi off with a trail of candy?” Tatsuha asked.
Yuki nodded.
“You’re asking me to use my voodoo powers to seduce Ryuichi into a kiss that Shuichi will walk in on?”
Touma nodded.
Tatsuha’s left eye twitched and he swung his mallet at the wall. “ARE YOU FUCKING CRAZY?”
Plaster exploded all over the place from impact.
“Don’t you want your brother to be happy?” Touma asked him, wiping debris from his shoulders.
Tatsuha pointed a finger at Yuki, fire burning in his dark eyes. “You should have thought of that before you slept around with whores, Bro! How could you do that to Shuichi?”
“Now you sympathize with Mr. Shindou?” Touma asked, getting pissed.
“I’M SIXTEEN, OLD MAN!” Tatsuha yelled. “I’M PRONE TO HORMONAL BURSTS OF UNEXPLAINABLE RAGE!”
Touma snarled. He was not old! The mirror fucking said so, goddamn it!
“I refuse to do anything that will make my sweet Ryuichi sad.” Tatsuha hissed, stepping through the hole he had made in the wall. “Clean your own shit up, bitches!”
Touma crossed his arms and Yuki cursed under his breath. That had not gone well at all.
“Well,” Yuki said, moving to leave. “I’m going home.”
Touma pursed his lips and shredded Plan G to shreds. He had dozens more. He refused to give up.
He watched Yuki leave, got to his feet, and went to stand before his mirror. He was so goddamn beautiful.
“I’ll get you, Shuichi Shindou,” he smiled evilly. “And I’ll pull your pink hair out by its black roots, too.”
He threw his head back and cackled with wicked laughter.
“Excuse me, Sir,” a female slave called in. “You have a call on line one.”
“Who is it?” He snarled, turning to glare poison green apples at her.
“It’s Bishop Armand, Sir, calling from the Vatican.” She told him. “Apparently the PopeBot has been in the choir boys again.”
“For Allah’s sake,” Touma rolled his eyes. “Can’t those cross huggers do anything right?”
She shook her head. “Apparently not, Great One.”
“I’ll speak to him in a minute,” he told her, turning back to look upon his beauty once more. “What better way to rule the world than by owning one of the most powerful religions on Earth?”
His beautiful reflection smiled back at him. He was so happy that he had been the one who had made it all up to begin with.
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Ryuichi rolled over on the bed, opening his eyes when his cell phone began to ring. He reached over, picked it up, saw that it was Shuichi, and quickly answered it.
“Hey, you’re wake,” Shuichi said, sounding really happy to hear his voice. “Would you like to meet me for some yummy-yum?”
Ryuichi told him that he would love to meet him for some yummy-yum. There was a rumbly all up in his tummy. The Little Tokyo Sushi Bar sounded like fun. Kumagoro simply loved him some salmon.
“Okay,” Shuichi said, sounding all sparkly. “I’ll see you in a little bit then.”
Ryuichi jumped up and ran off naked to take a shower. He had a present he wanted to give Shuichi.
“I know,” he told Kuma, who was in his bubble. “It is a pretty shiny.”
He rinsed the shampoo from his hair, singing a tune.
Hearing only one true note
On the one and only sound
Unzip my body
Take my heart out
Cause I need a beat to give this tune…
TBC…
Please review and tell me what you think.
Thank you all so much for your awesome reviews. They are all so sparkly and shiny. I love them!
Touma is insane. I’m not writing the story, they are. Oh, it’s scary. I don’t think I can sleep tonight.
SPARKLES FOR EVERYBODY!
BIG HUGS FROM PRETTY SHINY
Flora.
Note: Song lyrics that Shuichi is singing belong to MADONNA and the lyrics that Ryuichi is singing belong to Roisin Murphy. I simply love me some SORRY and RAMALAMA (BANG BANG).
Flora Winters
I do not own Gravitation. It is so wonderful.
Summary: Shuichi is kicked out of Yuki’s apartment yet again and Ryuichi is there for him with Kumagoro in tow. MM, Language.
Chapter Eighteen
Hiro listened to everything that his best friend in the whole wide world had to tell him. It was kind of hard for him to sit there and not grind his teeth in fury. He could not stand to see Shuichi in so much pain. The golden hearted young man didn’t deserve it. He was too kind to be treated this way.
He knew that Shuichi was now seeing the man he worshipped as a deity on Earth, but, seeing his frozen flame must have torn the stitches from his heart, and, therefore, felt like salt was being sprinkled into the bleeding wounds.
Forgiveness was something that he firmly believed in, but, a person can only take so much abuse. Emotional abuse is something that takes longer to heal than anything physical. The scars on the heart stay with you forever, no matter what some bitches have the gall to say otherwise. They could all die, burn in Hell, and he had no problem helping the whores on their merry little ways. He was sure Lucifer Morningstar had a nice dildo with red hot, razor sharp spikes, ready to shove in and out of their asses.
“Hiro?” Shuichi sniffled in concern. “Are you all right?”
“Huh?” The redhead asked in confusion, looking up at him.
“You just broke the armrests off your chair,” Shuichi told him, wiping his eyes with his sleeve. “I didn’t mean to upset you.”
Hiro looked to see that he had indeed broken off the wooden armrests, and threw them over his head into on-coming traffic. He ignored the squealing of tires, the screams of people, the shattering of glass, and the sound of metal wrapping around something.
Shuichi blinked.
“Don’t let Yuki get under your skin, Shu,” Hiro told him, leaning forward, holding out a long razorblade for him to take. “Get under his with this and slice around for a while.”
Shuichi blinked again, only in shock this time around.
“I think K’s sperm swam their way into your brain and infected it.” Shuichi whispered.
Hiro snorted. “I wouldn’t go so far as to say that, Shuichi. I just don’t like to see you cry.”
Shuichi looked down at his hands in his lap, letting out a sad sigh. “I’m not strong like you.”
“BULL FUCKING HORSE SHIT!” Hiro bellowed, pointing a finger in his friend’s frightened face. “You are Shuichi Shindou, the new Pop Queen of Japan! Wave that royal microphone around! Bitch slap some bitches with it and put them in their places! Nobody can touch your pretty ass unless you allow them to do so! Tell them to suck your cock and blow them away with your awesome voice!”
“Did I hear blow?” K asked, standing directly behind him, smiling like the kitty who just eaten the birdie, wearing different pants.
Hiro told him to heel and the bigger man did so. He was so fucking hot when he obeyed orders.
“I’ll rub you something yummy when I’m sure Shuichi is okay,” he told the blond with a smoky grin.
K knelt down and put his arms around him. His blood had never been this hot for anyone before. He wanted to beat his chest, howl at the moon, and bomb Canada just for the hell of it.
BLAME CANADA (South Park)!
Shuichi was in a small state of shock. People loved him, adored him, and worshipped him. He did have a powerful voice and many would kill to have him on their labels. He had crocks shits of cash (F&S) and that meant he had power.
“Come on, Shuichi,” Hiro told him, getting to his feet. “Let’s go do some work on our next song. I’m sure that Suguru has bitten his fingers down to bloody stumps by now.”
Shuichi nodded. Another song was already coming together in his head. He wanted to rub it in Yuki’s arrogant face and giggle as he did so. The rotten bastard had it coming.
“I reserved us a special room,” K purred to his redhead. “It has all kinds…”
Shuichi stuck his fingers in his ears. He did not want to hear the rest.
“SHUICHI!” The voice of RAGE shrieked from a window on high. “COME TO ME NOW OR I’LL SHOOT THIS ROOM FULL OF RANDOM BITCHES!”
He could hear Suguru and Sakano scream like five year old girls. It was kind of comical, too.
“I’M COMING!” He shouted up at her.
“OH, NO!” She cried out in mock horror. “THE WRECKING BALL I LEFT BY THE WINDOW!”
All three men scattered like marbles when it came crashing down with an earth shaking boom.
Reiji cackled.
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“Let me get this straight,” Yuki said, ignoring the loud crash that shook the floor under him, rattling the walls around him, and took a seat on the sofa. “You want to use my idiot brother to seduce that psychotic idiot my idiot is now seeing?”
Touma nodded his head, slipping his naked flesh into a pale green robe made of the finest silk on earth. “Mr. Shindou will, of course, walk in on it, witnessing the whole thing.”
“And then I can be there to comfort him like a good lover would do,” Yuki said, smiling at the genius of it all.
“Exactly,” Touma giggled, sipping his yummy stem cell smoothie. “He will need comfort…but you will need to change your ways…or you could lose him forever.”
Yuki nodded, lowering his amber eyes to his feet. This shit was going to be hard. A person can’t simply change overnight.
“Here,” Touma said, handing him the phone. “Call him up and have him to come in.”
Yuki took the phone from him and did as he was told. He could almost feel Shuichi’s hot tightness embracing him once more.
“Oh,” Touma said, turning back to him. “Have him to bring lots of sparkly candy. He will need to leave a trail for Ryu to follow.”
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I’ve heard it all before
I’ve heard it all before
I’ve heard it all before
I’ve heard it all before
Suguru was at his cool looking keyboard, fumbling around while Shuichi sang the lyrics he had in his head. It sounded as if it were going to be one of those in your face type of songs.
Hiro strummed out a few keys on his electric guitar, listening to the tune Shuichi was humming. He looked over to see that he was writing it down as it was coming to him.
I don’t wanna hear, I don’t wanna know
Please don’t say you’re sorry
I’ve heard it all before
And I can take care of myself
I don’t wanna hear, I don’t wanna know
Please don’t say ‘Forgive me’
I’ve seen it all before
And I can’t take it anymore
Suguru turned to look at the pink haired singer and saw that he looked pissed as hell. It was so going to be one of those in your face songs. He couldn’t wait to really get cracking on it. This was sure to be another hit.
Shuichi opened his mouth and just let the words spill out like a rushing tidal wave.
You’re not half the man you think you are
Save your words because you’ve gone too far
I’ve listened to your lies and all your stories
You’re not half the man you’d like to be
Suguru and Hiro both began to play their instruments to the rhythm of Shuichi’s platinum voice. The two of them looked at each other and nodded. Shuichi was going to be fine…for the most part.
Reiji elbowed K in the shoulder. She had a twinkle in her eye.
“The guy is a genius,” she told him, putting her gun down.
K nodded his head as Shuichi repeated what he supposed was the chorus. “It would seem that Ryuichi is rubbing off on him.”
Noriko rolled her eyes. “We’re doomed.”
Mr. Sakano served tea.
Shuichi suddenly threw down his pen. He had the look of an angry God on his face. His voice was strong and it was pissed the fuck off. He looked super sexy.
Don’t explain yourself ‘cause talk is cheap
There’s more important things than hearing you speak
You stayed because I made it so convenient
Don’t explain yourself, you’ll never see
He threw the microphone over his head and began to write some more as his band mates kept playing. This was something that he needed to get out. There would be no more holding this shit in. He would crap it all out in glorious song.
Sorry, sorry, sorry
I’ve heard it all before
I’ve heard it all before
I’ve heard it all before
He put the pencil down and picked up a second microphone that seemed to just appear from out of nowhere. It might have been the same one. He didn’t know.
It was time to tell that fucker once and for all that they were finished. He would never again allow someone to abuse and batter his heart.
He sang out, repeating the chorus twice more. It was done. He was so through with Yuki.
I’ve heard it all before
I’ve heard it all before
I’ve heard it all before
I’ve heard it all before…
The music faded and all were standing in stunned silence. Here was one more song to add to the fold once it was perfected.
Reiji clapped her hands and K fired off a few shots. They were all just so damned happy. They had another money making hit to sell to the broken hearted, pissed off, exes of Japan.
Shuichi nodded his head and needed to take a seat before he passed out. He felt so free he suddenly didn’t know what to do with himself. He needed to call Ryuichi. He needed a sparkly hug.
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“NO!” Tastuha yelled, smashing Touma’s desk in with a very large mallet. “I DON’T CARE ABOUT THAT PINK HAIRED, MAN EATING SLUT! BUT, I REFUSE TO MAKE RYUICHI CRY!”
Touma was exasperated and Yuki just looked pissed. This was not going well at all.
“If Ryuichi loves that slut,” Tatsuha sobbed. “Then all I want is for him to be happy.”
Touma tried to pipe in, but Tatsuha smashed a picture hanging on the wall. He held that thought.
“You’re asking me to lure Ryuichi off with a trail of candy?” Tatsuha asked.
Yuki nodded.
“You’re asking me to use my voodoo powers to seduce Ryuichi into a kiss that Shuichi will walk in on?”
Touma nodded.
Tatsuha’s left eye twitched and he swung his mallet at the wall. “ARE YOU FUCKING CRAZY?”
Plaster exploded all over the place from impact.
“Don’t you want your brother to be happy?” Touma asked him, wiping debris from his shoulders.
Tatsuha pointed a finger at Yuki, fire burning in his dark eyes. “You should have thought of that before you slept around with whores, Bro! How could you do that to Shuichi?”
“Now you sympathize with Mr. Shindou?” Touma asked, getting pissed.
“I’M SIXTEEN, OLD MAN!” Tatsuha yelled. “I’M PRONE TO HORMONAL BURSTS OF UNEXPLAINABLE RAGE!”
Touma snarled. He was not old! The mirror fucking said so, goddamn it!
“I refuse to do anything that will make my sweet Ryuichi sad.” Tatsuha hissed, stepping through the hole he had made in the wall. “Clean your own shit up, bitches!”
Touma crossed his arms and Yuki cursed under his breath. That had not gone well at all.
“Well,” Yuki said, moving to leave. “I’m going home.”
Touma pursed his lips and shredded Plan G to shreds. He had dozens more. He refused to give up.
He watched Yuki leave, got to his feet, and went to stand before his mirror. He was so goddamn beautiful.
“I’ll get you, Shuichi Shindou,” he smiled evilly. “And I’ll pull your pink hair out by its black roots, too.”
He threw his head back and cackled with wicked laughter.
“Excuse me, Sir,” a female slave called in. “You have a call on line one.”
“Who is it?” He snarled, turning to glare poison green apples at her.
“It’s Bishop Armand, Sir, calling from the Vatican.” She told him. “Apparently the PopeBot has been in the choir boys again.”
“For Allah’s sake,” Touma rolled his eyes. “Can’t those cross huggers do anything right?”
She shook her head. “Apparently not, Great One.”
“I’ll speak to him in a minute,” he told her, turning back to look upon his beauty once more. “What better way to rule the world than by owning one of the most powerful religions on Earth?”
His beautiful reflection smiled back at him. He was so happy that he had been the one who had made it all up to begin with.
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Ryuichi rolled over on the bed, opening his eyes when his cell phone began to ring. He reached over, picked it up, saw that it was Shuichi, and quickly answered it.
“Hey, you’re wake,” Shuichi said, sounding really happy to hear his voice. “Would you like to meet me for some yummy-yum?”
Ryuichi told him that he would love to meet him for some yummy-yum. There was a rumbly all up in his tummy. The Little Tokyo Sushi Bar sounded like fun. Kumagoro simply loved him some salmon.
“Okay,” Shuichi said, sounding all sparkly. “I’ll see you in a little bit then.”
Ryuichi jumped up and ran off naked to take a shower. He had a present he wanted to give Shuichi.
“I know,” he told Kuma, who was in his bubble. “It is a pretty shiny.”
He rinsed the shampoo from his hair, singing a tune.
Hearing only one true note
On the one and only sound
Unzip my body
Take my heart out
Cause I need a beat to give this tune…
TBC…
Please review and tell me what you think.
Thank you all so much for your awesome reviews. They are all so sparkly and shiny. I love them!
Touma is insane. I’m not writing the story, they are. Oh, it’s scary. I don’t think I can sleep tonight.
SPARKLES FOR EVERYBODY!
BIG HUGS FROM PRETTY SHINY
Flora.
Note: Song lyrics that Shuichi is singing belong to MADONNA and the lyrics that Ryuichi is singing belong to Roisin Murphy. I simply love me some SORRY and RAMALAMA (BANG BANG).