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A RyoPi collab by me and pikira during lessons. Seriously, we spend more time writing fan-fics in lessons than anything else >.<
Maybe if the teachers weren't so boring...
Death and Love pt1
The furious tapping on his front door forced Ryo out of his bed as he trudged to the accursed door grudgingly.
He opened the door to find Yamapi's angry face glaring at him and quickly shut the door again.
"Open" The stark neutrality that contrasted with the younger boy's face scared Ryo a little. "Please."
"The door inched open bit by bit and Ryo peeked out nervously. The younger boy stepped into the living room and sat himself onto the living room couch, not saying a word, his eyes on Ryo as if he held all the answers to all the unsolved questions in the world.
Ryo walked towards the Yamapi and sat next to him, pulling his head onto his shoulder. Yamapi burried his face deeper into the nook of Ryo's neck. It was an unusal situation to say the leasr.
"Do you want to tell me what's wrong?"
He was greeted with silence and a soft shaking of the head. Yamapi hid his face deeper.
Ryo turned his head to press his lips to the younger boy's head. "Alright, you don't have to say anything now." He put his arms around Yamapi, hugging him close, noting how much weight the younger boy had lost. Yamapi nodded in reply, shivering, shaking and before Ryo could stop him, sobbing.
Ryo held on to the shaking bundle in his arms helplessly. Helpless to do anything but pray that Yamapi would be alright. Helpless to do anything but make soothing sounds. He forced himself to forget his emotions for that moment and focus on the boy in his arms.
"I hated him." The younger boy mumbled.
"I still hate him."
Ryo hugged him tighter. "Your dad?" He asked cautiously. He had heard very little about the man from Yamapi, but knew it was a sore issue with him."He's not my father. He's the man who made his children and threw them away. He is NOT a father."
Ryo stroked the younger boy's head in a reflex action to let him calm down. "Ne... peopl were born to specific people for special reasons. No matter what he has done, you shouldn't speak of him this way, but try to find a reason why you are related."
"Well, he's dead."
"Oh" Ryo was stunned. Of all answers, he wasn't expecting that.
"Wh am I even crying." The younger boy flailed (sp) "I hate him, I really..." He choked on a sob, gave up and turned bck into the other boy's chest, defeated.
Ryo smiled sadly. "You don't really hate him do you. If you really did, you wouldn't be crying like this."
"I hate you."
"Yea. And pigs fly" Ryo smiled. "Maybe its time to go to bed."
"Will you stay with me?" Yamapi looked up at Ryo, eyes shining with unshed tears.
"Why did you even come here then, baka." Ryo smirked slightly, gently leading the younger boy into his room. "Come on."
Yamapi snuggled against Ryo, wrapped in the blankets like a little child. "You feel warm. I feel warm. Why doI always feel warm when I'm with you?"
"Idiot." Ryo blushed slightly pulling the younger boy into his arms.
"That's becuase my heart feels the warmest when you're with me"
The bed smelt like the very man who blanketed him. Yamapi smiled forthe first time he had been in Ryo's house.
"Baka"
"Ne, Pi" Ryo said softly as Yamapi's eyes drooped. "Let's go and see him together? Please? I want to see the person who brought you into this world, into my life"
"Mmm." Yamapi nodded into the older boy's chest.
"Arigatou, Ryo-chan."
- End-
Part two is withpikira and I'll try to get her to post it up soon, so that's all for now ^-^