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The sea is agitated or Watte hanasu

Title: The sea is stirred
Banda: Luna Sea
Gender: Romance, drama
Author: fuckantastic
Rating : M
Couple: JxInoran, SugizoxInoran
Chapters: oneshot
Characters: J, Inoran, Sugizo
Warnings: shounen-ai
Summary: Product irritation, nervousness, jealousy and perhaps all of them together and Inoran J fight for the first time.
Note: This article is part series entitled one-shot/drabbles Storm, I write with my sister, ljmoony . To read a principle, and not get lost in the plot, you should start reading the oldest entry to newest, entering through this tag.

I have cold hands.
looks like a mound. Must be because it is 6 o'clock. Do not go to school all this time? June does not live very much in the center, after all. Must be a reason why so many people. And where will all that through this block, at least go to my right? Do you feel no better friend, no family, no crush, no friend to confess something? Not everything. Something.
Yesterday when I called Heath was much safer. Yes, more secure now, no doubt. I do not know how safe it was, but I was. Safer now, no doubt. How many times I repeat in my head?
"At the end you decide?, Are you sure?". "... Yes." "" Yes "what? How many times would tell Jun that no, he was not sure about relocating? But Ino is depressed. Shinobu can not live alone. Need someone to care. Because if not, not. I sleep all day. I get depressed again, do not go out. And I will never return to work. To make my life normal. And what was my normal life? Up early, alone, religious smoking a cigarette and drink coffee, try to arrive 10 minutes early and not 20 pm, lunch with someone, spending some time alone, and basically want to be with me Yune. Back to work on something, with a humor that depends on the quality of my imaginacióny of my level of consciousness, responsible for periodically announce "no, Shinobu, do not be fooled."
What if that routine compare with today? Today I lovingly raised in June, did not go to work like the last one who knows how many days, I had breakfast with him in his apartment and in my "home" for 18 hours, went out to do something and when he returned, while the whole time I was making plans to get out of bed, he decided that we go to lunch outside. So we went.
live in a soap opera, God.
Yune was there, we already had sat. But I could not stop looking. And in June he realized, and turned around. And reluctantly, I offered to trade places. Was angry. It is not my fault that so hard to me ...

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sniffed and clung to his shirt stronger, unable to contain the groans, tears and spasms. I was sure I was doing things the best thing to come out. And I knew it was not enough, but what could I do?

Shinobu They sat where I could not see Yune. A girl came and took orders. June looked at him leaning back in his chair, and he looked at his glass of water, bent and with his cheek resting gently on his left hand. He furrowed his brow a bit, drooping eyelids, lips sealed. Completely absorbed in a storm of thoughts that he himself could follow. The eyes gradually became more glassy. He had not noticed his silence, that was with June, and was watching him. Which supported the jingling table covered and had to drop a "what's wrong?" Away from any delicate, calm or patience.
took off in view of the water, looked up and her lips parted. Began to blink rapidly dodging, and trying to answer something that will not cost you a world made. Became frustrated quickly, sighed and looked at her hands in her lap. "What will happen to me, Jun," he said. He clouded the view almost entirely, and a drop licked her palm. Jun, with it, hit the table abruptly. "Do you know what the hell you like so much?". Shinobu
not believe his senses. The last person who was just sick of it. And he was very aware that was a few tables Yune.
"Okay, Jun, thank you." He took his jacket and left. But could only leave the premises. He did not mind being in front of a cafe in the middle of the sidewalk, and that anyone could see. I could not yell such a thing, at the time, so close to him being so nervous, they just could not. I could not stop crying. Jun, Jun. But just not even 5 minutes passed between when Yune went to talk to him, to fill it with questions that could not physically respond or emotionally, Heath phoned him and every day at noon and went to look. She took him to his apartment after talking about what happened and buy a chocolixir on the road, which certainly had not chosen.
When he arrived, he sat on the couch in the living room. The ice cream melted in the container. Within the department, could not perceive any change over the course of seconds on the clocks, and the transformation of ice into liquid. Shinobu looked at the fixed table, remembering everything, but all things, trying to answer the question. Still had no idea.
... just felt so incredibly alone. Disappointed. Abandoned. But alone, more than anything. And the needle still, and ice cream with diminishing temperature.
took two turns lock. Jun. For had become reflexively put his eyes on him until he hit his first greeted and June, in a bad mood. And for the first time in a long, long time, he would answer wrong. And somehow, they were discussing. There were no discussed in coffee. But in the departments
no yelling, but Shinobu not raise the tone, and less on the Onos Jun. A lady soon touch the bell to ask if you could please tone down, with little kindness . A burst, he said no, he could not, because like everyone else, he argued, and not to bother. The woman started to answer him, and him over to retort, until he got Shinobu. "Be more alive, and say everything we do, so will faster. "
Error. Narrowed the door, turned to him and said, marking well the words straight in the eye, without any remorse.
"It is my department."
thought was the last thing to hear. He took the glass of chocolixir vain, feeling as close to anger, and went to balcony. At the balcony. Wherein at least not breathe the air or have the displeasure of seeing it in any room of your home.
Night fell on the balcony. June went to ask if I was going to dinner, and he said no. Was strong, and entered the living room again. He went straight to the room trying to sleep, but he did long after he lay down in June at the other end of the bed. Each in its edge. And every time I moved in June, had spasms Shinobu stronger.
When he awoke the next day, I was not sure what happened first: if he had left to mourn before falling asleep, or if he had stayed before stop mourn.