Love Life – KomaHoshi

Continuation after Komatta toki ni wa Hoshi ni Kike Vol. 26 (A Angels Landing)

(Original Story by Abe Miyuki)

The story starts after the last volume without much a time lag.

This is KyiomineXTakara, but there will be also KashiwagiXOkuno,AsouXWataru (Maybe a bit KouXAyako)

Author Note: I just love this series and all the innuendo made my imagination work. I tried to adopt the atmosphere Sensei created for this series, but I'm not sure it worked. I want to make it a slow developing longer series (just like the manga) but don't fear. I have a dirty mind and so will be my story.

Sorry, if there are to many differences to the original (I don't want to change facts, so just tell me).

It's my first story and I think you will 'notice' English is not my mother tongue.

Chapter 1

His first thought was 'cold', the second 'heavy'. Takara lay in his bed but he couldn't move. Sleepily, he opened his eyes. He didn't recognise his surroundings, this wasn't his home. The room was smaller than in the house he shared with his family. In one of the edges were some moving boxes. But there was his plushie, a green frog, sleeping with him since he was a child. Then he saw more of his things in the unfamiliar room. His notebook, his camera and oh, there in his arms was his teddy. This was definitely his room.

Wrong. Two things. This wasn't his teddy, even if it slept with him every night; it was the bear he bought for his roommate. The other thing was that the arms, holding the teddy, weren't his. But he knew the owner of the pair. No way would he forget the embrace of his roommate, sharing a room since high school days. Just so you know, it was a whole male dormitory. Why would they be sharing a bed? He doesn't really know anymore. It became a normal occasion over the years.

More importantly, where was he now?

Normally Takara is a morning person. He gets up sharp at 7 o'clock. But the red glowing thing on the night table said it was nearly nine. Shit, turning his head made his back ache. Now he remembered, it was his new home or better Kiyomines and his. Yesterday they moved to a flat near their university. It wasn't overly big but they had a big bath, a living room large enough for Kiyomines overly big flat screen (over all the years they knew each other, he was still a game addict), a neat little kitchen and two bedrooms. It's still unknown if both will be used on a regular base. Kiyomine insisted, when they had been shopping for furniture, on giant beds. Everyone, who has seen Kiyomine, would know he wouldn't fit in a standard bed. He was just too big with now 6'4" (1,92m). Takara said he was a 'fatty'; this got him a hard whack against the head. When he found for himself an ordinary one, Kiyomine grabbed the back of his sweater and said: "Stupid shorty, as if I would sleep cramped liked that!". That's the life of a bolster.

Just as Takara tried to get up, the arms around him tightened and Kiyomine tugged him against his body, muttering something along the line of '… stupid shorty', Kiyomines most used expression.

He was pressed against Kiyomines chest, all hard muscle, developed because of his hard training; a big contrast to Takaras lithe, short body. He heard a loud thump, thump, thump. Takara first thought it was Kiyomines heartbeat, but the feeling against his back was lighter. The noise came out of his own chest. It wasn't the first time this happened. Often, when he lay in Kiyomines arms, he felt strange, kind of nervous. But it wasn't a bad feeling, more like anticipation. But what was the reason?

He was pulled out of his thoughts as Kiyomine changed positions again. No! No, no, no! This can't be what he thought what it was it is. Adding to the hard, warm chest against his back, was another hard and warm thing pressed against him.

Note: I hope you liked the first chappy, the next will be longer. I love comments!*hint, hint*