[fic] Broken 27b/?
Title: Broken
Chapters: 27b/?
Author: sabersenshi
Pairing: Reita/Ruki, Uruha/Aoi, Miyavi/Kai
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: angst, bad language, fluff, sex…eventually
Summary: Reita’s a popular rich kid. Ruki hates rich kids.
Disclaimer: *sniffles* They're Not Mine.
Notes: AU, High School fic.
previously: 1/ 2/ 3/ 4/ 5/ 6/ 7/ 8/ 9/ 10/ 10 1/2--/ 11/ 12/ 13/ 14/ 15/ 16/
17/ 18/ 19/ 20/ 21/ 22/ 23/ 24/ 25a/ 25b/ 26/ 27a/
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Kai's POV
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I make my way downstairs.
Trying to decide what I want for breakfast.
It shouldn't be this hard.
But then again, I'm usually not this preoccupied.
I'm thinking about last night.
After we left Aoi and Uruha.
Miyavi and I went for some food.
Just burgers.
But even that's an adventure with him.
He has a way of turning even the most normal thing into something extraordinary.
I guess that's part of his charm.
I dig my cell out of my pocket.
Checking before I answer.
I can't help the smile, it's Miyavi.
"Good morning," he chirps over the line. "What'cha doing?"
Laughing, I answer, "Just deciding what to make for breakfast."
"Why don't you check your back door first."
I scowl, moving towards the door.
"Why would I need to check the door?" I say reaching for the handle.
"Cuz maybe breakfast is looking for you," he says.
And not over the phone.
I stand for a second, mouth open in surprise.
"If I was half the pervert some people think I am, this'd be the perfect opportunity to take advantage of you," he jokes.
Planting a chaste kiss against my cheek as he moves past me.
Stopping at the table, he sets a bag on it.
"You brought breakfast?"
"Nothing gets past you, does it?" he smirks.
I shake my head, trying to catch up.
"All we need is something to drink. You do have milk, right?"
"Yeah," I say, moving to get it out of the fridge.
Setting it on the table, I go to the cupboard and retrieve a couple of glasses.
"Better," he nods.
"What?"
"You're starting to act the way I expect."
"Nice that one of us is," I mutter.
"OK. I get that you weren't expecting me. I get that you're surprised I thought of food. But we have been seeing each other for a bit. So surprises shouldn't be that shocking anymore."
He's got me there.
"What can I say? I didn't get enough sleep last night."
"Bad dreams?" he asks.
I blush, remembering.
Oh no, they weren't bad.
In fact I liked them a little too much.
I glance at him as I sit.
He's smiling at me.
Like he knows what I was dreaming.
Maybe he does.
Now I'm really blushing.
He shakes a finger at me.
"We're gonna spend the day together, so you really should stop doing that."
"Not my fault," I say, looking at the food he's bringing out of the bag.
"You know this stuff is bad for you, right?"
"Yeah. But sometimes it's fun to do what's bad. Don'tcha think?"
"If you really want me to stop blushing, you should be more careful of the things you say."
All that gets me is a chuckle.
"You're blushes are almost as cute as your dimple."
I shake my head at him.
“You’re not helping.”
He just shrugs.
“Maybe not. But I’m having fun. Aren’t you?”
And he finally looks serious.
“The best time of my life,” I tell him honestly.
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A/N: So this seems short...but only because it belongs on the end of the OTHER post >_<
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