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Error, Chapter I

Title: Error
Banda : MUCC
Author: fuckantastic
Rating: M
couple : TatsurouxMiya
Chapters: 1 3
Characters: Tatsurou, Miya, Yukke, SATOchi
Warnings: shounen ai, yaoi
Summary: After a long and idyllic week, the still nascent relationship between Miya and is Tatsurou cracks. Tatsurou looking for answers, while all I get is to leave more questions unanswered.

Note: As explained ljmoony in Chapter VIII of Hara or Watte hanasu , this fanfiction I wrote in parallel with its history. While there is nothing wrong with reading both fanfictions separately, jump over to the view that history is exactly the same with two different views. Therefore, it is clear, then, that should be read or Watte Hara hanasu first (in addition to recommending whether this story.)


" 'was a mistake. I should not have told you anything. "
How are you so cruel? "And how do you torture yourself so well? How do you kiss me and poisons with the same mouth?
How ... how can you prefer the past? "


The only thing that stopped the crying was to remember his smile. Remember, as a brief respite, I was happy with him, he knew how nervous laughter make him release those he loved.
How the hell could repent now? I did not understand how, but I was certain that the balance was much heavier on their side, as the days had passed. One of the best weeks of your life, no doubt. Until Miya had taken his heart in one hand and had crushed without the slightest remorse.
twenty-two blocks from the apartment. 2200 meters, at least, to think about what had spent the last eight, nine days. He was not interested to find out how he got to where it was at that time, only to know why it hurt so much that they no longer wanted to be with him. How had all started? Ah, the taxi. The hospital, where he had been in arms without knowing why he suddenly so much piety. Why so eager to take it himself. Probably because he had not liked, but was not sure. Were half and half memories, imagination. And I could not imagine another reason to embrace Miya if not pamper you, take this hit, kiss, feel her perfume.
"You really have big lips." It was not exactly uncomfortable, just missed. And why was not uncomfortable? There was something that did not fit with its contemporary design Miya affection. But it mattered little. I thought all that walking, and smiled. Miya was concerned too much about finding you a background to everything. Tatsurou, however, feel cared for what I felt, and it's over.
"It's because you think too much, you no longer want to be me."
40 minutes lying on the couch in the living room, not able to think or speak or mourn. SATOchi had entered the room three times: first tried to talk to him while he was childishly covered with sheets, Miya then dropped the knife and went to his room. Yukke, wrinkling his face and emitting these emes both irksome at times, also retired. Now I was depressed. If the idea can not rest easy with him last month that he would tour was terrified of the idea of no longer being with him I was scared. Why the sudden affection?
Why regret? Why he preferred not to have said nothing, keeping his secret about being with him? "The silence had been better than his kisses, his touch, whatever you gave teníay?
He sat on the edge of the sidewalk, exhausted, no longer see or his feet. She hugged her knees, rested his chin on them and closed his eyes. He had not the slightest intention of dry her cheeks.
He had taken the first kiss of many with this new meaning, on the cheek, and told him that if he was sorry that he did not. Too bad. She had given him, and then asked him if he regretted to say so quickly. Why did you stuff, and then let go of such comments? "It was a mistake, "he said. How much do you want, exactly, she was crying sitting on the street?
The second time came SATOchi, asked if he was fighting with Miya. He barked at once that no, I just wanted to be alone. Had fought only once with Miya, volveríaa not repeated. He had enough to learn the lesson. Miya heard what he thought he was saying. The episode of the supermarket still affected him a bit. It was not at least had been ignoring him 20 minutes to half an hour. All because he had said that it could be nice with other things that were not long legs, and Miya had understood that his legs were ugly for being short. And he loved his legs. I loved that skin on all other parts of your body. It was the only tactile memory perfectly preserved in his memory. The first one I treasured of all times, which were not many, who had been with him. Revived the memory and immediately relaxing your eyelids, neck, hands, did not exert any pressure to keep their eyes closed and holding his knee. Deep breath. "I love Miya," he always said. And had not fought, Miya only regret. To make matters worse. Why
did not want to spend more time with him, what he had done? All for the tour? Why was the end, as I said Yukke? Every kiss you gave him, he felt like giving twenty. And more, more, more, until they burst. But Miya preferred the past.
pupils had nailed to the end of the table, when entered last SATOchi. Tatsurou got ahead and spoke first. That what the hell he wanted now. His friend went away. Then it was him. Needed to be far faster. He grabbed his key and went with a bang. Asked the elevator and a taxi. When he reached the ground floor was already there. Murmured a greeting to the elevator and left.
The driver told him to leave in the first two streets that occurred to him: his own and that of nursery Yukke fungi. He counted the blocks: twenty.
And now he was there, sitting. Unable to think of anything. He had only walked a few meters, and the tears fell from his eyes. All the memories of the last days crowded into his mind, superimposed. When challenged by spitting the skins of his fingers when he bothered by putting their fingers in their nose. "The most beautiful nose." He smiled as he wiped his face. When he had dined with Miya over him, that he had spit up laughing. When I was jealous of the dog. What dog shit. When they did not know how to hide the bruises of his neck in the bathroom of the boys, because they were too big for a Band-Aid bandages and called even more attention, but ended up deciding for nothing. Crocodile, had christened SATOchi. "Coquito but Miya did not like. He liked to tell little. "Little one." He liked to make him angry and that he ignored a bit, because he loved to win it. And he remembered each of the times he had bitten her neck, his shoulders, mild or strong, and then breathing on your skin. His voice, in fear, shame. His hands, which held him back shy little desperate, perhaps, and then took his hands, when you let go Tatsurou to hold onto his face or his waist, took the shoulder or neck. She loved him with my eyes closed, shivering, and then died of shame as if they have 15 years. His face turned pink, even red. Especially her cheeks. She loved him well, being honest and feeling good. Could not suppress the desire to kiss him. On the street, in a bowling alley, restaurant, living room, Mars, wherever. His stomach was twisting as if she were living again. And I was told it was happening several times a day, at night, and had to be delighted. And Miya preferred, after all, not being with him.
A smile to remember everything he was falling slowly. Every time I missed him more. Instead of embracing him, hugging his knees. Instead of holding him and make him laugh.
His cell phone vibrated in his pocket. Message. SATOchi. "You went too far? Miya is very bad. " Looked at the screen without really knowing what to do. He was a little upset. But not with Miya. I was not sure who. I answered without thinking too much, although it took some time for it. "The ass in the world. I'm phenomenon. " He stretched his legs, he was cramping. He sighed.
had to go back. He resumed his pace, and his cell phone vibrated again. "Hottie, I'm glad to walk so good! And I was worried. " An outline of laughter escaped his lips, and began to walk again. I had no trouble because I was sure it would not help to get there fast. And if he was going to end when it came, wanted to relive it all over again.