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Tuesday, April 7, 2009

BoyXBoy Love

I've finally calmed down (thank gosh) and am laughing a little. Even though my heart still feels slightly heavy but i've finally got myself back up on my feet.

I've realized i'm not as good at controlling my emotions as before. I hope this is not a bad premonition.

Anyways, this is not what i wanted to blog about. How can Wataru kill Tooru.

*sniff*

Yes, how can Miyawaki-san do this?

*laughs*

Okay, the first action i did when i read this post written by one of their fans was to grab my hair and shake my head furiously.

No way!!! Wataru and Tooru can't be together. I don't agree them to go for BL. No boyXboy love between this two!!

Yes, both of them are straight (hopefully) and are very much alive. It's just a piece by one of their fans.

Credited to Angie at LJ:

Title: Tears of Blood (drabble)
Author: Angie (

angie_valo )
Pairing: WataruxTooru
Rating: PG-15
Genre: Drabbles Angst/Death
Summary: He looked steadily at the blood dropping from his knife. Creating a silent compass, the compass of death.
Disclaimer: I don't own them -.- Written for my Englsih Class

He looked steadily at the blood dropping from his knife. Creating a silent compass, the compass of death. The death of his victim. He kept looking at it, with a sudden urge of tasting that red liquid of life, taste the essence of life; which was now blended with the cold flavor of the metal of the knife. His one and only true friend. He dragged the knife slowly to his lips, intoxicating his senses with the smell of the now semi fresh blood; the blood of his lover, that young and smiley blonde soul that used to be his beloved lover.

He didn’t meant to kill his lover; things just developed in a way that he couldn’t handle anymore. He couldn’t stand knowing that his blonde was cheating on him with someone else. He just wouldn’t. If he wasn’t going to have that blonde soul for himself, then no one else would.

The silver knife, now covered with red stains in the top of it, was placed delicately in his plush lips. The tip of his tongue slipped out a bit, letting him to run his tongue through the cold silver. It tasted like him; small tears started to run through his pale cheeks. Every single inch that he tasted made memories of his little blonde soul to come back to his mind.

He continued licking the now dry substance, intoxicating his senses even more. He needed more of that metal-like flavor that belonged to his precious blonde soul, that blonde soul that he loved and cared for with all his heart. He stopped licking the knife at the notice of the lack of the vital liquid; it was now gone just as his little blonde soul, but his cravings for more kept running through his mind. He wanted more. He got up from clumsily from his spot in the floor, and moving forward to where his precious blonde laid.

And there he was, without life and a blood stain in the place where his heart was located. He bowed over the now dead body, but stopped roughly at the realization of what he was about to do to his precious blonde soul. He couldn’t do it, he just couldn’t. He couldn’t do that to him.

New tears followed the old ones as he took the face of his little blonde between his own hands, pressing his lips softly with the ones of his little blonde. After that little action, he separated himself from his blonde’s face, looking at it lovely.

“Forgive me, Tooru” Wataru said sadly as he caressed Tooru’s pale face in a lovely way.