This story is kind of a PG-13/R rating, because of one little scene. Mostly shonen-ai, slight yaoi. If you don't like that, you're in the wrong place. Thats not my fault. I'm not your mom, your babysitter, or anyone else who would care. So if you flame me, you have been warned, I will post your insults upon my soon to be up guestbook and laugh.
I Dreamt of You
Hotohori hung his head, eyes dark and sad as he saw again and again the dark, hurt eyes of his closest friend.... A strangled moan threatened to rise in his throat, and he found himself almost choking on it. 'I hurt him... He's my best friend and I hurt him.'
Nuriko's fucia eyes swimming with crystal tears as he turned and fled....
"Why didn't I answer him? Why didn't I say something? Why did I stay so quiet....." Hotohori whispered, tortured.
(Flash Back)
"H- Hotohori-sama? Can I talk to you?" Nuriko's eyes were nervous, flitting back and forth from the floor to Hotohori's eyes. Hotohori looked up, interested. Nuriko, when he approached Hotohori, normally had something farely important to speak of. "Go ahead."Nuriko took a deep breath.... "I have been dreaming about you."Hotohori frowened, "A prophetic dream? What did it show you." Standing, he approached the indigo haired man before him, concerned. Nuriko's skin was almost white, paler than usual, and his eyes refused to settle on anything. Clutching at the swirling robes (for the staff, advisors, and other palace personel still believed him to be a woman, enabling him his position within the palace.) with white knuckled hands."Not... exactly...." Nuriko said, swallowing hard. "I- I dreamed of... *you*.""Me?" Hotohori fealt light headed... what exactly was Nuriko saying.The beautiful boy swallowed again. "You... with me.""With you... were?" Almost afraid of the answer."In... be--" Nuriko flushed..."In... *bed*?" Hotorhori asked, incredulous, light headedness increasing.
"H- Hotohori sama... I love you." Nuriko said, eyes staring hopefully at him, soft voice whipping across the distance between them to almost slap Hotohori in the face.
(End FlashBack)
After that his memories were hazy. He barely remembered him turning his back, icy voice telling Nuriko to leave before he called his gaurds. He remember Nuriko's pounding footsteps as he ran from the room. He kept seeing the beautiful pinky-purple eyes glow blue with tears, beautiful creamy skin tighten in hurt and anger.
"I... why did I do that....?" Hotohori asked himself, tortured at the continued longing to redo the moment that kept growing inside. "If.. If only I had another chance."
(Later that night) Nuriko danced beneath him, hips bucking to meet each impassioned thrust... Hotohori moaned, passion overwhelming him to the point where a scream rose within him "Unn... Nuriko"Hotohori awoke, sweating. "Oh, my gods... My god, Kami^, what have I done?" That dream... could it be?
Nuriko sat numbly upon the bed, eyes tired and aching. Why did he even try? What was he thinking.
"Nuriko, may I speak with you?"
Nuriko ignored him. He didn't want to see the hate, the disgust and pity in Hotohori's normally warm eyes.
"Nuriko, please.... I," Hotohori took a deep, deep breath. *If he could do this so can I* "Nuriko, I dreamed of you."
Nuriko turned, hope flaring in his almost sunset colored eyes, and fell into his arms.Owari.*Kami is the god of life in japanese legends.
