Making little castles in the sand~

[Chena93]

Tatsuya hopped off the bus and looked at the small yet quaint house in front of him. He walked up to it and knocked on the wooden door. A familiar smiling face was what greeted him. "Aunt... Good afternoon.... How have you been?" His aunt warmly hugged him and led him to his room. "Hope you have a nice stay here, Tatsu-chan..." He slightly cringed at the nicknname but managed to gave his aunt a smile...

 

"Oh, why don't you rest first since you just came in? You must be tired." Tatsuya shook his head... "Thank you but I think I just had quite a rest in the bus... If you don't mind, I'd want to go to the beach." his aunt smiled at that, knowing him perfectly well about his hobbies of collecting pictures.

 

Tatsuya found himself walking at the familiar beach. It was filled with people and as he looked at the sea, there were quite a number of guys surfing... One guy, however caught his attention... It made him stop for awhile and just look at how the way he ride the waves... Then he continued to walk on as the guy eased from his surf board an into the shore.

[Jin.]

He bought some coke and drank it, the boy still was there, he slowly looked at the small waves and the wind blew against him. His muscular chest was showen again. Not because he likes to show off but its pretty hot outside. He didn't noticed the other looked at his body but he knew he was here. He wondered what he's doing here, didn't he hated the beach, at least he didn't knew his name.

After a second allot of girls ran to him and they began to cling on him again, 'not again' he thought.

He emptied the coke bottle and turned away, telling the girls he's not in the mood. He walked to his surfboard again...

[iMarionette]

Beau stood awkwardly, feeling as if his body had suddenly switched to auto-pilot. He didn't want to go near the surfer, especially now that the beach was still crowded. But he wanted to- well, he wasn't sure what he wanted. He didn't know anyone here. At least he'd made some sort of contact with the boy - ah, no, but he'd insulted him. Beau wouldn't stand being called a kid.

 

He risked diving out under the shade, into direct sunlight, then regained control of his actions and swiftly double-backed under the protective shadow. Oh god, I almost died. Not worth it, definitely not worth it. He'd wait, maybe. Wait until the sun went down. Then, he'd get over his pride and ask the surfer where exactly he could find a club or something of the sort. Somewhere more city-like, with less blue and green, more grey. Probably, he could-

 

Head turning, his gaze followed the boy, out to hunt the waves again. It surprised Beau to see girls disappointed, the surfer having refused their attention. Quite odd indeed, but then, what did Beau know? He gave a poker face, to no one in particular, caught up in his own thoughts. It has to be a trap.

[Jin.]

The girls walked disappointed away, sulking that he didn't gave them attention. He walked with his surfboard to the water and slowly began to surf again. The sun shined on his well not too tanned muscular skin and the water drops fell on his skin. The board went well through the waves. He looked up to the beach, noticing the boy still was here. He felt a incredible wind blowing against him. He enjoyed the feeling

[iMarionette]

Beau paced nervously along his line of shade, as it made slow progress over the sand. He wasn't paying attention to time, but knew quite some had passed since he first came down to the beach. The sun wasn't burning any more, but still showed clearly in the sky, keeping the air hot. Beau wished he had brought along something to drink.

 

With a sigh, he dragged himself out of the lovely shadow and over to one of the stands set on the beach. The girl working there gave him a look-over, eyebrows raising at his appearance. Probably, she wasn't used to seeing such pale faces on the beach. Or over-dressed as Beau was, instead of wearing just swimming trunks. Despite the initial surprise, Beau noticed she was checking him out.

"Excuse me," he sounded, bringing her attention to his face again. She gave a sheepish smile as Beau ordered lemonade, then hurried to serve others as they gathered. Beau stayed in spot, feeling silly drinking the much-too-sweet lemonade and trying to avoid the girl's occasional glances. Not that she wasn't pretty - Beau just wasn't interested.

 

He strolled along the sandy shore, taking care to stay out of the way of running children and teens like him. People paid no attention to him when he was in the shade, but he earned a couple of odd looks now. Beau ignored them all to his best ability. Again he wondered what he was doing at the beach, when he'd hated it for so long. He wasn't even looking at the surfer any more, and his earlier enthusiasm seemed to drop with every step. No way could he ask that guy for help.

 

"Watch out!"

 

Beau did not hear the cry until it was too late; by the time he realized what was happening, he was already stumbling backwards from the force of a hit, straight into the water. Someone had sent a volleyball in his direction, by accident or not, it didn't really matter. What mattered was that Beau had wandered too close to the sea. What mattered was that he fell back into it when he was hit. What mattered was the giant wave having come for him, to take him away.

If Beau wasn't scared witless, he might have screamed.

The wave took him under.

 

(Drama. Cliché. I know xD I just needed something to happen )

[Jin.]

His surrfboard was like dancing on the water and he kept holding his balance. The soft and warm feeling wind against his nude chest and face felt amazing. He closed his eyes and heard a scream. He has very good ears and his eyes jolted open. He looked at the direction where the scream came from. He noticed the boy was hit by a volleyball and he chuckled soft.

Untill his surfboard danced on a huge wave. He felt a weird feeling that the boy could sink in the water by the wave. And so he thought, he saw the boy being taked by the wave. He jolted up and jumped from his surfboard swimming to tbe boy, he noticed some girls were yelling bythe look. He arrived where the smaller boy sunk and jumped the water in, he grabbed the arm of the boy and lifted his body up as a bridal style

 

"Oii, hang in there"

 

He yelled softly to the other, he walked fast to the beach with the boy on his arms. He didn't knew if he had to give him a 'mouth on mouth' rescue...

[iMarionette]

Beau was frozen with shock more than anything else, his eyes shut tightly against the burning salty water. The wave had closed over him once, maybe twice before Beau was pulled out. It didn't matter. His body had tensed, muscles cramped, the fear taking over. It was good that he hadn't screamed - that way he managed to hold in a breath and not choke, his nose suffering only some of the liquid invasion - even if it was luck that he was brought back to the surface so quickly.

Who was it that saved him anyway? Beau wouldn't open his eyes yet. He was taking shallow breaths, greedy breaths, knowing people must have gathered to stare at him like he was some sort of freak. That, and to congratulate his saviour, probably.

 

Was it one of the lifeguards? Beau supposed so, he'd seen a couple hanging about. He really, really shouldn't have come down to the beach. It made no sense anyway, after all, he'd never got over his hydrophobia. He was only tagging along with his mother, his poor mom, but that didn't mean he had to go near the sea when he went out.

Beau coughed miserably. Oh, how he missed the city.

[iMarionette]

(Sorry about the late reply, something came up

[Jin.]

(Its alright...I'm going to make a kiss scene nawhahahaha.)

 

He looked at the boy who kept his eyes closed and slowly put him softly on the ground, He squeezed the nose of the other.

He breathed out and inhaled allot of air, his lips met the lips of the other. The smaller boy had soft lips and he kissed the boy. It wasn't exactly a kiss but just to save him. He opened the mouth of the other and gave him the air of breathe.

Girls almost fainted from the view and alot were jealous. He didn't really cared what people thinks of him.

[iMarionette]

(Hohohoho~)

 

He was breathing. He was. Didn't the stupid lifeguard see it? Beau's eyes snapped open despite the painful sting, although the combination of sunlight and salt made him squeeze them shut again, just a moment after. But he forgot about the water. He forgot about the wave. His body eased up, making it possible to bring his hands up in a rather weak attempt to push the stranger off. Beau was very aware of the slightly rough lips against his own, not unpleasantly so, but still unfamiliar. And whoever was trying to give him 'mouth to mouth' must have know what he was doing.

 

Beau turned his head, coughed and spluttered, showing he was very much alive and kicking. His head hurt from the very unnecessary screeches; really, why was there so much screaming? Then, as he finally managed to open his eyes and keep them open, Beau saw why.

Well, shit.

[Jin.]

OHOHO)

 

He noticed that the other was breathing but somehow his lips didnt wanted to get off the other. He didnt knew what he was going to do... And just acted like he resqued him. The other boy turned his head and kicked him, that made him back off and cough, though not too rough.

He looked away and didn't knew what to say though since the other was quite a bad boy.

[iMarionette]

Beau felt very much out of place. He'd managed to pull himself up into a sitting position, one hand clasped over his poor, violated mouth. He wasn't mad at the other for trying to save him, if that's what he was doing. He was mad at himself for thinking how good the boy's lips felt against his own. Clearly, people that had gathered around them had a mutual distaste for Beau, too. He'd received quite a share of glares in his life, but none were as murderous as the ones he was receiving now. A couple of girls looked ready to jump and murder him.

 

Then there were those looking at the surfer, their eyes teary and filled with something that might have been pity. Someone spoke behind Beau, not even bothering to whisper. Something about 'Ryoichi's perfect lips being tainted by that dirty boy'. Beau supposed 'that boy' was him and resented the statement; he took much care in his personal hygiene, thank you very much. On the plus side, he now knew the surfer's name. He would have taken the time to thank him, too, were it not for girls now pushing past him to get closer to the said surfer, asking if he was all right.

 

Beau shivered. His clothes felt cold and sticky against his body. His hair itched from the sand that got tangled in. Most of all, now that he could think clearly again, Beau found fear slowly coming back. He was too close to the water, much too close. It was time to get up and leave. Now. Before someone noticed the drops on his face were not just seawater, but forming tears. The last time Beau felt so pathetic was- well, he couldn't quite remember if he ever felt so pathetic. So humiliated.

[Jin.]

He looked at the boy and noticed something wasnt right. He felt quite ashamed of his action and wanted to apologize untill he heard some filthy words from 'just someone'. He gazed at the girl who said that with filthy narrowed eyes.

"Heh, girl... I haven't told you yet but your face is much more worse then porcelain, it will dirty the water.."

He said with a sarcasm voice, the girl got red because how Ryoichi was against her and she ran away in tears. He didn't cared pretty much about the girla since he never was interested in them. He looked at the boy

"Are you a-"

He noticed some tears falling from the other, he quite shocked because he never knew the other could make such a 'cute' face. He slowly hugged the other and petted his head.

[iMarionette]

That boy, Ryoichi, clearly had no tact. Didn't he know his actions would only add fuel to the fire? Shock passed through the circle of people, and though most decided to back off then, Beau knew he would be getting hell for this later. Well, no need for 'poor Ryoichi' to suffer along with him. That was his cue to act like a brat again, push the other away with a muffled "Gedoff-" and stand shakily. The surfer must have noticed and Beau felt flustered, angry for having let himself fall into this sort of position. "Thank you for all you have done," he said, sounding just a bit harsher than he'd intended too. Well, no matter. "Next time, please don't bother."

 

I am never, Beau thought as he turned to leave. Never ever leaving the house again. The whole of seaside could piss off as far as Beau was concerned. He wouldn't be coming down to the beach again, and he certainly wouldn't be found wandering around town, either. There would have been far too many people who remembered him now, so showing his face outside was completely out of the question.

[Jin.]

"How can I get off someone who's crying?"

 

He looked at the other 'Don't bother' kept rotating in his head and he sighed deep. What was with the kid, at least show a smile instead of crying. Did he wanted to die? The muscular tall boy stood up and ruffled in his hair

"No, I don't let you drown here... And my apologize for kissing you"

He quite didn't knew what to say, he just felt stupid to make an action to kiss the boy, 'He must hate me now' He thought and he looked at the beach noticing his board there... Breaking in two pieces by the wave.

[iMarionette]

(I'm taking my part back to Beau's house now- after that, how about another time skip? I'll keep Beau in for three days, so you can write about what Ryoichi's been doing in the meantime; as I understand his surfboard broke.)

 

More water was the last thing Beau wanted, but the salt dried to his skin kept itching, and he could absolutely not stand the sand in his hair. So, after a much needed shower, Beau sat wrapped in his bed sheets, glaring at the wall for no particular reason. When his mother came in to say hello, he barely muttered a response. She asked what was wrong, but he didn't feel like talking to her; thankfully she let him be. At some point or other exhaustion took over and Beau fell into a nightmare-induced sleep.

 

For the next three days Beau took special care in avoiding any sort of outside activity, as promised. His mother's health had improved since their coming to the seaside, so it was no wonder that she was growing irritated with him staying in, moving from one room to the other like a zombie. She tried chasing him out again, beginning him to try and enjoy the summer like all normal kids his age did. Wasn't he aware of how unhealthy he looked, with that pale complexion? Beau heard her, but didn't listen.

 

His head ached every time he thought of Ryoichi. Two nights in a row, Beau woke up dreaming about the muscled body and light tan, the rough lips and soft voice. It was ridiculous. It was outrageous. His brain was making up scenarios where that guy was involved and Beau didn't like it.

He didn't like it one bit.

[Jin.]

(Haha yeah I thought the same, mmm... I'd wonder what to write)

 

The day passed fast and he walked straight to home, he still had 2 surfboards and some snowboards. But he didn't felt like going outside dsince the other might hate him. He slowly sat behind his computee to study some hings for summer school.

His teacher forced him to do summer school because of his awfull scores. Yes, he still was attending school though he didnt wanted to. He slowly closed his laptop and let him fall on his bed, slowly he closed his eyes and dreamed. The night has passed fast and he slowly woke up. It was exactly one hour before the class began, he showered, changed and made a dinner for himself. The hour passed fast and he sighed deep.

He walked out of the door and walked to his school. There it was, the big hateful school building he still had to study there for a year and then everything would be over... at least with school he hoped, also the day ended fast even with clingy stupid girls. He walked back home, falling on his bed again and wanted to sleep the whole day... His lips still had the soft feeling of the other, he touched his lips and bit on his lips. The other might hate him for sure...

[iMarionette]

(I've been wondering for a while; who are the lovely bishounen in your signature, if one may know? :3)

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The third night came and went, and Beau was woken up at noon on the fourth day; rather unpleasantly at that. His mother literally kicked him out of his bed, then chased him out without even breakfast. Or would-be lunch, in this case. Beau managed to beg his way in to brush his teeth and change out of his pyjamas, but was sent out again immediately after. Sometimes, he wished he had a dad. An understanding father who could control his mom's raging womanly side. Oh, she was a pleasant woman, most of the time, and a wonderful mother. Just not when she thought Beau wasn't taking care of himself, apparently. She sent him out hungry, to make him socialise in the town. She wouldn't cook for him and that was that; he'd have to find his own source of food today.

 

By the time he reached the centre of the small town, Beau thought he might die of thirst. The sun was high up in the sky at this time of day, shining mercilessly down upon him. Beau caught shades where he could, but it helped little. The very air he was breathing was simply too hot. He wondered how people managed to survive here.

[Jin.]

Ittoki and Tokiya from Uta no Prince sama （・∀・）

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A day has passed and he walkes outside, to his balcony whom was on the beach, not that he was rich but his parents were, its the hohse they did left alone with him. His family didn't cared a bit about their own son. Cause hes not smart, nor hes amazing.

He slowly took a drink and opened it, watching the weather what was hot and nice. He enjoyed the sight though....somethings really bothering him.... The sensation from that boys lips just cant get out of his mind and lips.

[iMarionette]

"This is really horrible," Beau commented, face stuck on the glass of a cake shop. The various sweets inside glistened invitingly; the people inside were served cold drinks, ice cream and all sorts of colourful cakes. There was only one problem. Beau had no money on him.

 

The thought hadn't actually struck him until he felt for his wallet and noticed it was missing. Possibly, could he have dropped it the other day when- ? Beau swallowed. He didn't want to think about it. Not the almost-drowning itself, or what came after. No matter. He'd just go back home and explain the situation to his mother, given he could drag himself all the way back in this heat.

[iMarionette]

(Thanks!)

[Jin.]

A call came on his phone and he looked at, it was a guy from his summerclasses, he sighed deep. He must be forced to school and he didnt stood up. He even didn't felt like going, he felt miserable and confused about what happened. He bit his lips and walked through the livingroom. He let him fall on the sofa watching TV.

'When will we meet?..huh...' he thought when watching TV. the feelings of the other's lip still felt fresh on his.

"Tsk"

'Whats this stupid feelling... ugh..' he thought, is really an awkward feelling in his heart and stomach.Maybe the water would do great, he loomed outside.

...No, it didn't, it only made him think of the boy, a strange feeling welled up like he wanted to vomit. He stood up and thought maybe going to the citt did what, away from the smell of the other. He stood up and changed into his clothes, walking outside going to a crap crowd city

[iMarionette]

It was impossible for Beau. He had sat down beneath some tree, still no closer to home than he was an hour ago, trying to get over his dizzy state. He knew he wouldn't, not unless something cooled his head. They were the worst, these waves of dizziness. Beau had them occasionally, due to little movement and sometimes due to overheating, but they usually lasted a couple of seconds, maybe minutes. On rare occasion such as today, he hadn't been able to move properly at all, and had been swaying under that same tree for a good half an hour. His vision had blackened, head spinning, ears blocking out the sounds and creating a noise of their own. Beau wouldn't open his mouth, for fear of being sick. He kept telling himself it would pass. Perhaps if he fainted now, he'd cool down by nightfall.

[Jin.]

He walked through the crowd city, trying to leave the crowdness and walked to a random café. He walked inside and the girls were greeting him, a little bit too over joyed though.

They served him what he ordered, just some alcoholic drank "Jack Daniel" and a sweet pie. Full with cream and strawberries, he liked strawberries and sweetness, it tasted delicious with some bitter taste of a Jack Daniel.

He ate the strawberries as it melted in his mouth, with the taste of his liquor. He looked outside and noticed a familiar boy sitting under, against the tree. He jolted a little bit up, looking away with a slight flushed cheeks.

He took another sip of his drink and took a bite of his pie.

[iMarionette]

Someone came to him; Beau couldn't see them, but could feel them nudging him. He hated the thought of them having stopped out of pity, but it was the only hope he had of getting out of his predicament. Beau groaned, then managed to utter a word. "Ice." It might have been better if he asked for water, but ice would have to do. The recent, ah, events, still hadn't settled in his stomach. Beau much preferred not having to use water for anything other than absolute necessities; in this case, he needed to get his head cooled, but not necessarily wet. Yes, ice was the preferred option.

 

Apparently the person recognized his symptoms, because a couple of minutes later Beau was sat with a fistful of ice cubes resting on the top of his head. He rubbed them against his hands, drew them over his face. The cooling sensation felt heavenly.

"You're really not used to this sort of place, hmm?"

 

Beau blinked the last of blackness from his eyes and was met by the smiling features of the girl from the beach - the one who served him the too-sweet-lemonade. She was dressed appropriately for the weather; short skirt and a sleeveless top, a straw hat to protect her head from the dangerous sun. She had a tan, but obviously knew when to better stay out of the sun. Noon was such a time, and Beau was really doing it all wrong.

"Thank you," he muttered his gratitude; her question sounded more like a statement anyway, so he didn't bother replying to it. She gave another smile, reaching out a hand to help him up. Beau, not wanting to appear impolite to his saviour, took it and stood.

 

Her perkiness startled him somewhat; she could speak a lot and fast, but not of something completely irrelevant. Her name was 'Sayu, nice to meet you'. She asked if Beau was all right, after the 'other day'. She had noticed his absence from the beach since then, but even more so and more shocking, that surfer's absence as well. Beau didn't ask, but Sayu told him anyway. He liked that, if anything, she spoke normally of Ryoichi - not as if she was crazy obsessed about him, but as if he was simply someone she knew. She did seem rather impressed at him saving Beau, though. When Beau thought about it, he couldn't help feeling the same. Not only that, but what happened back there- he swallowed, feeling his cheeks heating up again; this time due to a memory, rather than the outside heat.