guy on guy

5 am1

Darkness.2

Ryu stirred letting his eyes adjust from his short lived sleep. He knew he had to get up, but couldnt bring himself to throw off the down comforter which had kept him so secure for the night. ten minuets he thought, only ten. Lying awake Ryu's mind teased the line of conciousness, drifting back and forth between numbness and fantasy. 3

he was far from anywhere he knew, whilea cigarette burned smoothly between his fingers. The street was empty and desolate. the loudest sound being the air that escaped his rigid lips. another drag- inhale, relase. the smell of winter. Ryu inhaled deeply, drinking the sweet scent. a swift hand met his shoulder with accusing force. Ryu glared into the others eyes, "you're late." he murmered4

"time is a mere misconception, devised by the human mind to make our existance seem slightly menial."the other mused.5

ryu smirked, he was always like this, a dreamy poet at his best. His smokey gray eyes swam in melancholy, piercing through alburn locks. Drag, release. Drag release. Ryu locked into his gaze.6

"shut up Kyosu. Im not in the mood" throwing out a hand to slap kyo's head ryu missed. Kyosu Sanjo was too quick for him, he darted out of the way pulling ryu by the first into him. 7

" So bitter Masotoki..such harsh words..."Kyosu whispered, pulling ryu as close as possible. Thier lips were almost touching,"for such a gentel," Kyo brushed his lips against ryu's."mouth." he breathed pushing his lips into ryu's.8

Ringing. once, twice. Opening his eyes ryu glanced at the clock, it was 8:15.9

"damnit!!!" he cursed, flinging himself out of bed. Im going to get fired ryu though while frantically scampering around, looking for the phone...and his pants. "hello, ryu masotoki speaking."10

"ryu? this is the secretary at the office, your boss requested that you take the day off, due to your exsessive work load."11

"sure."ryu mumbled looking down at his freshly stained sheets."thanks."12

was that, a guy i was dreaming about? I have seen him before, but, where? He questioned. walking to the shower, ryu examined himself in the mirror. A haze of confusion began setting in as he turned the hdandels of the bath. " am i...normal?" he questioned. Ryu  stared back at his relfection, scared of some dramatic change. No, still the same black hair that hung in his eyes. Still the olive skin, with the scar on his chest, all the same. 13

ryu sunk into the bath wincing at the feeling of the hot liquid agaisnt his cool body. 14