The story of the summer, Part Four, Chapter 3 last place on the third Capitoline! Sorry for the delay but the big question of math killed me xDD
Anyway ... Silvia
dear, here
Hiro-chan and Typee \u0026lt;3
Title: The story of the summer - Part Four (four)
Chapter: 3 (out of 5 chapters INCOMPLETE)
Author: Eos_92
Group / Artist : KAT-TUN, Kis-my-ft2
Characters: Kitayama, Fujigaya, Tanaka, oc
couples : Kitayama / Fujigaya,
Genre: longfic, AU
Rating: PG-15
Warnings: yaoi
Summary: and after a period of separation ... the two finally meet again! xD
Note: by the third party have been a few months ... writing has changed, I hope you enjoy the same!
Disclaimer: The characters do not belong to me. Everything I wrote is a figment of my imagination (a little 'buggy, to say xD)
If only I believed in the immortality Flower ...
He insisted on being a rose embroidered on the back. His all white kimono was sad, said his mother, and so was contented. On his small back shone a red rose, a pale red, just hinted at the edges, shading, cross-stitch, inwards, each petal, each petal ...
Only she had a kimono so , beautiful, and a little 'bragged about it. I showed the other girls of course, some looked at her smugly, other snort it ... little envious Haru dark and then we went down, with small knees close to his chest in a corner of the gym.
"Haru-chan .... He called your mother ... she said if you want, you go to take, first came home from work ... "Koki the bowed, still wearing the black kimono that he used when he taught, hair blacks, a bit & rsquo ; long, tied in a ponytail now soaked with sweat.
Little Haru shook his head high "Tai-chan said ... we're gone to great rides ... "whimpered sniffling.
"Yes ... in fact your mother ..." Koki sighed strong and ran a hand through his thick hair blacks, then they took away the phone to your ear a bit '.
When he came back in front of her, the girl showed no signs of wanting to raise his head from his knees, "Okay, Haru-chan, but we do get to shower alone?" He recalled in six years his brothers still did not know wash yourself-but he, no, he had to manage without help from anyone, as best he could. "
"Sure," he said, with the sleeve of her kimono and wiped his tears, "I am great!"
Koki smiled.
Little Haru had the same sweet smile of his father, but the beauty ... the beauty was all of Yuki, his mother. Her eyes deep, dark as night, and her hair just as blacks, intense and bright.
His mother was an artist, but showing the light she, her daughter, had created the finest work of the world.
The girl drew her best smile back at him, and he got up and running, headed for the showers.
Koki looked away, to see if fall, so that it can help, but everything went smoothly.
Then he laid his hands on his hips, causing them to sway a bit 'on the right and a little' left, "Ah ..." he let slip, it was just tired.
was now five years he had opened the gym and Tatsuya. He had been a bell'investimento, and, fortunately, was an immediate success. Tatsuya became famous in those years who had lived abroad had always been the best of his nation, both in victories in both defeats. Koki, however, after high school, was considered a kind of divinity of karate, so the registration had been suffered by many.
especially children.
He walked in the gym next door that used for boxing at the center of the room he was there, beautiful, even if now thirty years old, beautiful and perfect, concentrated, with his hands before his face, wide open.
ruined His hands, which were affected by what is still a bit 'of an uncertain young boy.
Juri, fifteen years, he had clenched fists and wrapped "Stronger, by" it urged Tatsuya "Aaaah ..." and he was dropped to the ground.
Koki smiled and shook a bit sweet 'head: his own brother had grown up.
I wonder if he remembered that night when he slept with them, enveloped in the acrid scent of their love.
Taisuke, in spoiatoio reserved for teachers, she went on a towel, hair still wet from the shower just ended. Her hair was brown, dyed them again, even though it was no longer a kid, and still holding the long fringe on one side only, as when you knew me, he thought.
"I like to catch you by surprise ... ... and see that you are always beautiful ..." his voice clear and deep startled him.
"Ah!" whirled.
did not think of it, a month before he left to go to Europe: Italy, Spain, Portugal ... his Hiro had become a sports journalist after university. He studied Italian and Portuguese ... did not think he had all this passion for languages ... but it was really good.
Hiro approached and smiled, mischievous, like all the time.
"You're back before ..." Taisuke whispered, with tears in his eyes and bit her lips and licked.
"Mh ..." Hiro said, raising one side of the beautiful lips.
grabbed his neck with one hand and forced him to drop: After the age of eighteen, Taisuke had increased again, nothing but him, always low, but always beautiful, it was said many times Taisuke.
"But when you decide not to grow ..." he said in a whisper against his lips, Taisuke smiled, and a little 'flushed. He knew how much it disturbed his Hiro.
"I do not believe" then added, "Although growth in height and keep up a child ... my ..." and bit his upper lip, and pushed him against the white wall.
Taisuke squeezed the life, you're here, I think yelling back at her and kiss of fire, you're here ...
"Fragrance ..." Hiro sighed.
"I had a shower ... now ..."
Hiro small hands slipped under her tight tank top, and moved the mouth on her neck, sucking the skin hot, "What muscles ..." she said softly while touching the abdomen.
"Ah ... it's Koki ... ... training ..."
The brain was greeted cheerfully, with all his consistency ... ... Hiro was too much for him.
"You ..." and then tried to say "... you're tanned"
Hiro's skin smelled of sun.
"The Mediterranean countries are very sunny"
Mediterranean? Taisuke had no idea what he was talking about.
"One day ... we go together ... in Europe"
Taisuke nodded, and slid along the cold wall, not so cold now, because he had warmed with his body and conduct on the floor and that, yes, oh yes, that was cool.
He stiffened for a moment, winced slightly, but Hiro's lips were pressed against his back, and ask for more, more, gimme more, I want more, I missed you ... to die.
clasped his fingers to her: her hands were small and Hiro is hot. Nothing had changed.
Little Haru carefully folded kimono that her mother had embroidered. She loved her so much, his mother, but knew it was very busy, but she wanted to go to the playground. That was why he was not wanted to go back with her. Haru enjoyed, along with his mother, painted with her, often in the summer, and then had also begun to attend school, and had to undertake was why he did not pass much time together.
Luckily the little Haru was full of friends.
were his great friends, but they were all so beautiful.
"Koki-sensei is my husband!" He said during karate lessons to other girls, who looked at her and laughed, her sulking and then ran from him.
"Haru-chan ... but I'm old!"
She stared, arms folded, "Mh, it is true, then you're old ... Juri-chan is my husband!" And smiled brightly.
Little Haru carefully folded kimono that her mother had embroidered. The flowers are immortal, you know, Haru, always said, that's why there's a rose?, I asked her, and the beautiful Yuki, her mother nodded and then she hugged close.
He put the kimono in his backpack, and then put it in his shoulder.
wanted to go to the park with great games.
Running for the small hall, the walls echoed the sound of his feet quick, but she was always careful, because as a flower, could have been crushed, and then fall.
He went into his dressing room and soon the small dark eyes became slits.
"A ... ah ... Haru-chan ...?" Taisuke stammered, looking small and then Hiro, who was promptly stood up and sat on the bench in front of him.
Hiro was incredible. He maintained his usual peace of mind even in the most embarrassing.
Little Haru sighed.
"But as you grow" said Hiro close to her, and ruffling a bit 'fluffy hair the blacks.
She shook her head.
"You have not forgotten the playground, right?" He asked in a whisper, completely ignoring the presence of Hiro beside him.
"Of course not ... Haru-chan ..."
Instead, they do if they had done. Just see Hiro had crashed, and then ... her perfume, her hair between her fingers, her skin a nice little 'darker. Their lips together, hot, hot in a kiss. And everything was gone. And then his fingers on his foul, to tighten, and she gasped and moaned, all the time.
Like it was their first time.
and remember well their first time at that school, which seemed so far away. Blurred, as if it never existed.
And there had been, and there were also them alive, and were loved, including those gray walls.
"It can also be Hiro-chan ..." he asked in a faint voice, waking memories.
She looked up at the boy, and looked at him, carefully and almost did not recognize him. With her hands touched the shirt first, then the arms uncovered.
has ensured his presence, and Hiro smiled sweet.
He shrugged and then nodded.
"But I brought great ride on, okay? "
Taisuke smiled" Okay, "she said.
go away and the autumn wind seemed gelarli place. Taisuke imagined the sun in Europe, the Mediterranean ..., or so he seemed to remember.
He wanted to go to the beach and thought it hard to forget the bitter cold which had seized him.
"You can not be alone with that shirt!" Scolded his boy, who was not at all accusing the cold air.
"Mh ... I still have too much sun soaked to the skin"
"Bah ... I wish I had ..."
Taisuke looked at him: his Hiro was really nice, colored, as rarely, now, he would, and crouched on the ground for better fix to Haru scarf around his neck.
"You feel cold?" He asked.
"No! I am strong, "answered firmly.
"Sure," he laughed, and took her hand.
They were waiting for the bus.
Hiro put his hand on his shoulder, and pushed a bit 'to set it down.
"Then ... ... you at home heating ..." he whispered in her ear and kissed his cheek silent.
Taisuke looked at him through the long fringe that covered one eye, because of the wind, was broken up by going all over the face.
"If ... you say that warms me even now ... "
Hiro pursed lips mischievous.
The pitch black sky, welcoming, showed their eyes with increasing intensity. The tournament moved to large, and they went up, until they touched the hollow dark with fingers.
"It's like being on an airplane," said Hiro, as he stared at the sky trying to see the stars, to no avail.
"I believe that the plane is more scary ... what do you think, Haru-chan? "
Little Haru shifted his gaze from the face of darkness Taisuke, stared at him as if remembering something, puffed out his cheeks, as if , struck, could not recapture the thought that just eluded her, then sighed.
"I'm not afraid of heights ... but there have never been inside the plane ..."
"Would you like to fly?" Hiro then asked, smiling.
Little Haru nodded.
"Mom and Dad flew together. But ... I also have flown ... because I was inside the belly of my mother ... "
Taisuke nodded, pursed his lips gently.
"But I do not remember ..."
Hiro, who was sitting in front of them, watched them, and thought.
overlaps with the girl's face Taisuke, than when he had known many years now before. When Taisuke was little more than a child, for months there had been only looks, timid, indecisive, and then there were her lips that had kissed him intensely for a long time pleasantly. That had seemed hours and hours ... and wanted to not ever stop.
"Hiro?"
The clear voice, Taisuke did return to the present. She looked at him with eyes wide open. He had become an adult.
"Everything okay?"
nodded.
returned looking at the stars, but could not. In Italy, Spain, was not the case. Those little villages set among the hills, those cities that were not so great, had enabled him to always see the sky full of bright lights untouched. He would have liked to see them together with Taisuke.
Taisuke was so beautiful.
had been a long time. He closed his eyes.
imagined a child.
"Tai-chan?"
"Mh?"
He heard the distant echo of their voices.
"Hiro-chan fell asleep"
"He is very tired today because it flew, Haru-chan"
"Mh ... but then you get tired to fly ?
"Sure,"
"Like when you karate?"
"Perhaps even more"
could see his beautiful lips that smiled, she could hear him on his dark eyes, the warmth of his gaze.
touched the ground again.
Hiro raised his arms up and stretched.
"Sorry ... I fell asleep"
"Do not apologize," cried the little finger with a small pointing Haru, the boy looked puzzled, "Tai-chan told me that 've flown, so it's fine "
came out a little laugh, Taisuke felt ashamed, but perhaps had not seen anything, given the low temperature and the wind cold.
"I want to eat cotton candy!"
"But soon it's dinner time ..."
The girl pouted.
"Okay ..." Taisuke resigned.
they approached a small kiosk and took two pieces of cotton candy, Haru begins to eat voraciously.
"Stare too long with the feral Koki ... ..." Hiro laughed, starting to eat their own.
"You are so bad ..." Taisuke smiled and brought her face close to that mass and light pink tearing a bite.
"I can not say too much with the food," she said, smiling.
"Imagine ... you're always beautiful"
Hiro went up to her face, flushed Taisuke and walked away quickly.
Hiro snorted and began to eat.
began to walk quietly, Taisuke hugged the little girl's hand and with his other hand he wanted to shake her. He smiled to himself ... that was the scene of a manga ... his was the real life. Hiro walked beside him.
least wanted to brush against his shoulder, started to get closer when Hiro spoke
"I'm aching all over" sighed, "I'll Koki ask me to do a bit of 'stretching'
Taisuke smiled, "I might add it to the lessons ... I not?"
"refers to something in particular?" Hiro smiled slyly and asked raising his head to look him straight in the face.
"Mh ... something I thought "
Little Haru interrupted their eyes by pulling the hand Taisuke," I want to go to mother ... "she whimpered.
"Oh my God, Haru-chan, what happened? "
Taisuke knelt before her, and wiped them with long fingers at the tears that had started to flow down her cheeks puffy.
The girl did not answer, and with the hand covered by glove white wool rubbed his eyes.
"Come on," said Taisuke taking her in his arms, "let's go home."
Tight neck Taisuke, Haru had fallen asleep. The almost imperceptible breath and calm. Taisuke holding the fort.
Hiro watched them in silence, were sitting at the bus stop, which would take them home to Haru.
"Taisuke ..."
"Mh?"
"Have you ever thought of ... ... in children?"
Taisuke's heart missed a few beats and knees trembled, because he had thought such a thing?
"Forget it," he hastened to add Hiro scuotendo forte la testa e abbassandola a fissare l’asfalto.
“Io sto bene, con te. Da sempre” disse Taisuke in un sussurro.
Hiro si lasciò sfuggire un sospiro lungo. Non aveva più controllo del proprio corpo. Completamente rilassato, appoggiò la testa sulla sua spalla e con le labbra baciò il tessuto della sua giacca.
“Scusa… Anche io sto bene con te… era solo un pensiero stupido”
“No…” Taisuke continuava a parlare slowly and with low tone, for fear of waking the baby, "... was not stupid ... ... but I'm glad you want to be with me"
We live the same lives beautiful.
Taisuke He wanted to say to Hiro, but then the bus arrived and the crowd swallowed them.
Yuki left the house and ran to meet them.
Every time I saw it, everyone was surprised at her beauty. Ex-model, a painter, it was as if all the art that populated his life had in some way shaped, she too makes a work of art. But his heart, his soul, remained pure, untouchable.
"Thanks for Everything," and bowed deeply.
"Do not worry, it's always a pleasure for us," smiled Taisuke.
Yuki took the baby in her arms, struggling a bit '; Taisuke stretched his arms towards her, but Yuki shook his head and kissed the forehead of the baby.
"You already done so "
" So ... Tamamori-kun greeted by our "
The girl nodded and headed home.
"Let us walk," asked Hiro Taisuke and took his hand, "There is no"
Taisuke nodded.
"While we were on the Ferris wheel," said Hiro after a while '"I thought the first time we made love"
Taisuke started and in a moment his hands were wet with sweat.
"That time ... at home?"
Hiro shook his head, "No ... at school ... when you kissed me ... and then we touched ..."
nodded Taisuke ;, "Well ... it was not just sex-sex"
"No ... but it was still love
"We take a taxi," said Taisuke and suddenly raised his hand, stopping the first half that saw.
entering, said the name of your street.
"Come to me, okay?" Had a little 'out of breath.
Hiro nodded, smiling, his Typee was like a open book, you could see a mile away that had a mad desire to make love.
"I also have the song" Taisuke said looking into his eyes.
"What song? "
" The song of our first real time "and leaned over him and placed his lips on hers and closed his eyes.
not turned on the light, and fortunately Taisuke was a type ordered.
The familiar scent of his apartment invaded his nostrils to Hiro and felt intoxicated. He walked backwards, not stumbling against anything, the hands of Taisuke firm, hard, on her hips that guided him until he touched the edge of the couch. He lay on him and Taiske.
"Wait," she said breathlessly pressing a hand over her mouth to her lips Taisuke before settling on its own and would devour them.
took the phone from his jeans pocket, found the song and the notes of that wild rock invaded the room and broke the walls of darkness.
"Now you can kiss"
slid the object on the ground, a dull thud.
It all seemed like the first time.
lips hungry Taisuke always sought him the same intensity. Always told him that he only wished that they only wanted him to touch any moist, every little bit.
"Take me ..." Hiro sighed a nerve.
The song never ended. A repeat ... as their love.
Taisuke slowly penetrated the non-stopping kiss.
"I love you" told him in a whisper.
Hiro laced his fingers through his hair and squeezed.
Moaning, panting.
Their thoughts flew to the small Haru.
A beautiful spring that contained in its body, and both smiled.
Tuesday in the Champions League in volleyball Moscow hosted the contest the fourth round of group stage between the local "Dinamo" and Italian "Trentino". Three weeks ago, white and blue have already met с сильнейшим клубом планеты и тогда проиграли довольно безвольно в трех сетах. ...