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Ryuutaro nodded, still smiling brightly. While he was used to smiling all the time, it was kind of odd to have the smile to stuck on his face that it'd be hard to stop if he wanted to.
"That sounds like a wise idea, indeed."
He looked around for some shampoo or anything close-by and conveniently spotted some, even though... why where his arms so short again that he couldn't even reach it from this position? This was a bit embarassing.

Oh god he was just the cutest damn thing...

Hayato leaned forward again, extending his arm next to Ryuutaro's and grabbing the shampoo for him and placing it in Ryuutaro's hand. When he brought back his hand he lets it run across the fair skin of his boyfriend's slender and graceful arm. He may have been small, but Hayato loved every inch of him.

Ryuutaro was very close to pouting right now. He hated being this small, it was just annoying... But pouting would only make things worse. So instead he smiled.
"Thank you."

And he was with Hayato right now, weaknesses didn't mean much.
He looked down at the bottle. Vanilla scent... it could've been better, but it could've been much worse.

Hayato scooted back a bit to give Ryuutaro room to dunk his head back, kind of excited about the prospect of getting to help his boyfriend wash his hair.

Ryuutaro felt a bit weird at doing this with someone else. It was just washing hair, not his make-up or hair-styling, but anything related to making himself look pretty had been kind of a private procedure until now.

But he ignored the feeling and just got his mess of hair together, making it easy to access all at once.
If people on painting could look graceful during something like this, Ryuutaro could easily do so as well.

He held Ryuutaro's shoulders to help him ease back into the water, waited for him to be done wetting his hair then gently eased him up. There there was a moment. Ryuutaro's hair was slicked back and exposed his face and neck completely.

"Wait..."

He tilted Ryuutaro's head towards him, and just looked at him. Between the lighting and the water his hair seemed darker, bringing to attention his porcelain skin and those bright blue eyes. In that moment Hayato felt that Ryuutaro was at his best. No make-up. Nothing to cover his body. Nothing covering his face. It was like some special privilege only Hayato was permitted to see...

"god, you're beautiful..."

Ryuutaro just stared for a moment. Of course, he knew he was beautiful, but like this...? In this situation? It was not like he felt insecure about the way he looked without perfect styling, but to hear Hayato call him beautiful in that state... it was weird.
This was nothing Ryuutaro himself would really call beautiful. He was so raw, so... normal and yet Hayato could say something like this.
Usually Ryuutaro saw compliments as proof to something he already knew, but now...
Against his will Ryuutaro felt his heartbeat speed up quite a bit and his cheeks heated up a bit.
For a moment he just stared up at Hayato.

Hayato simply stared back for a moment, taking in this privileged moment he had. Only he had. Damn, he felt so lucky right now.

Slowly he leaned down and tenderly pressed his lips to Ryuutaro's, closing his eyes and just focused on the sensation of being together like this. His lips were warm, the water soothing away tenseness, the feeling of skin on skin... it was truly a perfect moment for the teen.

Kissing was good, kissing meant closed eyes and therefore it meant that Ryuutaro didn't have to deal with compliments that actually confused him. Compliments weren't supposed to startle him.
So he gladly closed his eyes, taking the opportunity to say nothing at all.

This week so far seemed to have come right out of a movie and even if Ryuutaro didn't realize that fully, he loved it.
Being with Hayato like this was relaxing, which was amazing in itself. Ryuutaro didn't think he'd have the patience and willpower to just spent all of his time with one person, but apparently it was possible. With Hayato at least, Ryuutaro was far from generalizing it.

As they finally separated he had gotten rid of that confused expression and smiled again, continued to do so as they went on with the more-than-necessary hair-washing.

Edited 2011-10-18 21:34 (UTC)

Hayato helped Ryuutaro along with his bath before working on himself. By the time all was finished, the water had begun to get cold. As much as he was enjoying this, he knew they had to get out sometime... preferably before shit started getting REALLY cold. He let out a discontent little sigh and runs a hand over his wet and slicked silver hair, which almost had a metallic sheen to it like that.

"we should probably get out..."

Even if Ryuutaro's tolerance of cold temperatures was way higher than Hayato's, he had to agree that it was getting a bit uncomfortable.
So he nodded.
"Shamefully that seems necessary..."

He wrung out his hair as good as possible and then stood up. Well, he wasn't as sore as before anymore, so thankfully climbing out of that bathtub worked well. Immediately he grabbed a towel to wrap himself in, feeling a tiny bit relieved to not be completely exposed anymore.
As Hayato followed, he handed him a towel as well.

Hayato followed suit and got out of the tub after Ryuutaro, taking the offered towel. Though instead of wrapping it around his waist, he puts it around his shoulders and pulls Ryuutaro in a big, wet, towel hug. It would be the last time they got to be together like this. He couldn't imagine they would be at it again for another day or two, so he wanted to relish in the moment where their bare bodies could touch like this, or near bare in Ryuutaro's case anyway.

Hayato takes a deep relaxing breath and closes his eyes as he held Ryuutaro close to him, the towel wrapped around them both.

It seemed like it was Ryuutaro's fate these days to be able to enjoy all the things he'd normally hate.
Wet or not, this was kind of nice. He leaned into the hug and closed his yes. Amazing how they could be close for so long without a break now and still not tire of it.

For a while he did nothing but let the moment happen and listen to the water dripping to the ground. ~~They'd have to be careful not to slip later~~

"...mhm... "

Hayato remained like that for a while, before finally breaking apart with a tender little kiss. He took a step back and moved his towel around his waist. He knew Ryuutaro ~~was a princess and~~ typically needed more time preening himself in the bathroom than he did, so and starts to head out to get his clothes on for the day.

"You take the bathroom first. I'll go get ready out here."

Ryuutaro nodded gracefully and as soon as Hayato had left he turned to the mirror and his things.
At this point he took a minute to just... stare. Because if he wasn't so madly in love and not so... naked and fanless... he'd go and kill Hayato now - then again if he wasn't so madly in love this wouldn't have happened in first place.
Maybe it was only natural that actions as theirs in the previous night and this morning left marks, but really? Really?
Ryuutaro sighed. He'd really have to be careful to somehow get his yukata over that. And if that didn't work, he might have time for metaphorically killing Hayato later...?

And just as Hayato predicted, it took Ryuutaro ages to get ready.

Drying his hair, brushing it, putting make-up on -perfect to the smallest detail-, getting hair into place... Just that then he found out that, no he didn't have his clothes in here, which resulted in the quickest grabbing of clothes and disappearing again in history. Ryuutaro didn't like being seen in the process of getting ready.

It took him good 20 minutes to really get out of the bathroom and as he did he looked beautiful and graceful... like always actually.

Edited 2011-10-28 20:11 (UTC)

And Hayato had gotten ready in all of 5 minutes... though he did spend the next ten minutes sticking explosives down his pants- but that's old news. When Ryuutaro steps out, Hayato is by the window again, leaning out and smoking a cigarette, watching the afternoon chatter and bustling. He felt so calm and relaxed, it was a VERY rare feeling for him... but pleasant. At least for now.

He looked up to his boyfriend with a big smile, and exhaled the last lungful of smoke before putting out the cigarette in the ash tray. He walked over to Ryuutaro and put his arm around his waist, giving him a little peck on the cheek.

"You ready to go?"

Ryuutaro wondered if he should make some kind of bitchy side-comment about that hickey-thing, but decided against it. It'd be losing his composition and he was actually still in a way-too-good and relaxed mood for anything silly as that.

"Of course", he smiled, after quickly grabbing his fan - he wasn't going anywhere without that. It was amazing enough that he actually put it away for some time when he was alone with Hayato in their room.

Hayato gives one last look at the DISASTER that is the bed before laughing a little and stepping out of the little hotel room with Ryuutaro.

"Y'know room service is gonna hate us for what we did to that bed." His tone is light and jovial, despite that he's surrounded by people. His mood has yet to take it usual turn south, he was just far too happy to be with Ryuutaro to pay any mind to the curious onlookers at the couple.

Ryuutaro chuckled. He might have become a better person than he used to be, but definitely not good enough to even begin to care.
"I'm terribly sorry for their inconveniences", he smirked, "but the past cannot be changed. Much more to their displeasure than ours, honestly."

Ryuutaro didn't even really notice people looking at them as he didn't care by default. People stared at him all the time. All else would worry him.

Hayato laughed, obviously he cared just about as much as Ryuutaro did. And then they step outside and Hayato takes a deep breath of Italian air. Smelled like bread and the sea. As much as he grew up hating Italy, as long as it wasn't that island... it was a very nice country.

"Hey I got some place I want to show ya. I used to stay there whenever I got jobs on the mainland here."

and he starts leading Ryuutaro towards the boating docks, but turns off a bit early to take Ryuutaro to a little bridge by an old mostly abandoned set of dock. A few humble fishing boats, obviously belonging to a few natives of the area where tied up at the side.

"This place gets much busier in the summer, because the main port over there is cluttered with tourist boats and crap. A lot of the fisherman take there business here." He leaned over the bridge and pointed to a little nook under the bridge, "And that's where I stayed. Right down there!"

Edited 2011-10-29 19:52 (UTC)

And back into a country he didn't know, being surrounded by people he didn't understand. Ryuutaro couldn't help, but still feel a bit weird about it, even though the country was admittedly beautiful. Well at least this gave him room to be really special, considering how much of a stranger to the city he was.

Ryuutaro leaned over the bridge with Hayato, looking down at the place pointed to, as well as just taking in the entire environment.
He tried to imagine a younger Hayato being here, wondering if somehow he could still feel some of his presence.
"It's really fascinating to suddenly see places you've been at before we met..."

Hayato laughs clearly enjoying showing Ryuutaro around his Country.

"Well, I never spent much time here in particular. I didn't many jobs here on the mainland. At some point I did manage to get an apartment, but I couldn't afford something over here and still pay rent, so I just spent a few nights under here." He starts moving to take Ryuutaro under the bridge in his little spot. "I wonder if my name's still here!"

And once they get under the bridge, low and behold, carved into the stone bridge in large letters is 'Hayato'. He stood there silently for a moment, just looking over the name.

"It feels so strange bein' back like this..."

He was here. Loved and happy. The last time he had been here he was cold, hungry, alone, and just so angry. These were not happy memories he was reliving... but with Ryuutaro here, he couldn't manage to be anything but happy. Even in the face of a time where he had been in so much pain.

Looking at those letters felt a bit strange to Ryuutaro as well. He didn't know a lot about the past, obviously he was one for looking ahead, but every single line just seemed angry to him. He imagined Hayato's hands carving it, the way they'd looked back then.

For a moment he lost himself into his imagination of what the past might have been like, then he turned his head to the Hayato of the present.

"I can imagine...", he smiled softly. Maybe it was a slight bit, like when they passed the places he'd been at after leaving home on their visit there.

Hayato stares silently at the name carved into the stone, and absentmindedly gives his boyfriend's hand a little squeeze, just to remind himself of just how far he had come.

He took a deep breath, and leaned his head on Ryuutaro's, nuzzling it for a moment, and kissing his forehead, as a silent 'thank you for loving me'. Since after all, without Ryuutaro's companionship throughout all that tumultuous time at the manor, will so many people close to him coming and going, he would have no doubt slipped back into the way he was. Angry. Alone. Nothing to work towards, and utterly powerless in a world where he could do nothing about what happened to him.

"Let's get outta here..."

Hayato had really gone a long way. Ryuutaro's grip on Hayato's hand tightened for a small moment before he replied, allowing this moment of remembering and imagining the past to pass.

"As you wish", he smiled. Because really, here in Italy he'd basically go everywhere Hayato wanted, there wasn't much else to do.

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I can't help but giggle everytime I use this icon...

/loves that face forever >w<

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