Shiny Pokemon Minimal Backrounds

おやすみ

Hurrah! I posted my first fanficcia! = 3 happy I am! Of course in Italian otherwise came out a disgusting !-.-'' Well ... Actually I did not want to post it so I do not know how to put it in your link !^^'' are denied, I know! lol if someone kindly loooong, could be taught how to function in this goat was missing, he would be grateful loooong !^^''
anyway sooner or later translate into English, so at least people will read it! ^ W ^

Title: おやすみ
Pairing: MIYAVIxKai
Raiting: Pg15
Introduction: It goes to the car. Walk, walk only. Do not you think, does not react to anything, he walks. Tears do not fall, his heart is not in a vise tightens deadly, everything is quiet. Only his lips move. Whisper something, but you can not understand the content. Everything is silent, only faint whisper that grows in the dark of night without reaching its listener.
Genre: one-shot, AU
Disclaimer: The characters in this story does not belong to me (unfortunately xPnda) and the facts narrated are purely a figment of my sick mind lol
Notes: oh well, there is nothing to say! U_U probably read two people on the cross, but no matter. I do not mind. It took me too to write it, I know, but it's my favorite pairing and I could not write one! Happy reading!
Pon - chan! = 3

おやすみ
(Oyasumi)

The night had also been torn the smallest bit of light, only the lights continued to illuminate the streets deserted. The giant concrete buildings towered in the center of the city, cold as death. Not even the wind dared to move sheets of paper and cardboard cups of Starbucks attributed to the curbside. Nothing was moving, it was as if everything had fallen into an eternal sleep. A machine that shoots at a speed excessive cross the highway with their lights off. The bright red paint is illuminated by lanterns twinkling in the night so sad. The wheels roll on the asphalt without brake, crazy, out of control. From the dirty windows of the car you can see the curved shape of the driver: multi-colored hair, unnecessary sunglasses, pierced lower lip cruelly tortured by the teeth, pearls, ringed hands, clothes and blacks are too light for the climate of that period. E 'terribly shaken, not remain stationary even while driving. It moves constantly, moving the head shot to the right and left as if looking for something. The car slips on a large bridge that connects two ends of the city separated by a wide road. His agitation increased, as can be seen from start to beat his foot nervously. His eyes bounce from one side of the road from the lip begins to fall slightly trickle of blood. Licks frantically, almost without thinking. Nails suddenly causing a terrifying screech that is lost quickly in silence. Opens the door wide open and starts running forgetting. Now that has fallen is also known to its considerable height, accentuated by the physicist too thin. The long legs move mechanically, as if they were able to stop or they would not do it. Increase the speed of the race. Shouting something, but the lack of wind prevents you from understanding the content. Screams again, louder. Raise one arm as if to attract someone's attention. On his face is delineated an expression of pure terror. Stops just in front of a shadow. He is standing on the bridge-rail-highway and see the track remain impassive beneath her. In truth it is a boy, his size, though tiny, is male. He smiles bitterly when he saw the other guy standing on the sidewalk a few inches from him, you come .- The other says nothing, simply remove the huge dark sunglasses showing two bright eyes-on, no ; need to cry. You'll be fine as long as we together .- His smile widens further by creating dimples on the sides of his mouth. Neither does anything. I am still and look at each other as enchanted "Why?" - The young man on the parapet is not responding, still looking sad. In his eyes there is something strange and inhuman. Behind the veil of sadness you can see something else, something deep, monstrous. It 's like a slight glimmer of madness invaded the creature from the deep. Although it seems that the feeling is real evidence that, in his eyes there un'inespressività disarming. Behind a veneer of humanity that does not belong to slip between the hidden ways of his soul by observing what happens with sarcastic contempt. We joke about what happens outside without ever showing, defending himself with what he finds. Now, facing the other guy, seems troubled by a desire to be. Longs to come out and give vent to their innermost desires. Something holds it, still the predominant reason rejects the determination of the deepest depths, knowing that going into meltdown ... Miyavi-Taka-chan, please ... - does not finish the sentence. The lips are still bent into a smile bathed in warm salty tears. He turns to look the heavy black sky as if seized by a sudden flashback - Do you remember? Always look on the sky covered with stars having made love. You love lost in that world so far and I love watching you. His face was pleasantly absorbed in some kind of thoughts and smiles a little without even noticing. At such times the temptation to kiss was nothing short of overwhelming, but I was always afraid to wake from that dream with open eyes and ruin that magnificent vision. So I just held me and to enjoy your every single detail until you turn to me and kissed me gently on the forehead .- More tears fall from the eyes of Miyavi trying in vain to fight back. He steps toward the other guy, but was stopped by a gesture of the hand-Get away ... please. - Miyavi crashes - you know, sometimes I stop to think where it will end all this. I mean ... ... .- leave again after the sentence suspended. Silence falls between the two like a cold stone. Miyavi looks at him again for a second before getting on the ledge-What are you doing? So you risk falling .- The other guy is fast approaching to him and grabs him by the arm trying to get it down-you also risk falling .- They are the first words the young pronunciation. They are loving, full of sadness, full of memories and regrets. Landings and approaches the lower face on him. She stroked his cheek with cold hands and stiff before laying the blue lips on his Uke-Yutaka ... ... I ... I ... I love-His whisper is broken by each small laid on the rosy lips to kiss Kai. The languages come into contact in a desperate dance hot. Both can not hold back tears that go to make new salty kiss already so bitter. Last. We did not even give doverselo so soon. They knew that sooner or later would have had to do it, but deep both hoping to avoid. Kai clings desperately to the back of Miyavi, and hold the dark cloth of the shirt between long fingers pressing on my lips even more than the lover. He completely adheres to the two bodies greedily savoring every sensation resulted from that contact. That momentary heat, sweet, enveloping and reassuring is interrupted. Comes off almost imperceptible smile for a second and disappears under concrete cornice. Miyavi does not lower his gaze, only the sound of impact with the asphalt thundering in his ears. Down from the ledge with a slight hop. Do not head towards the car. Walk, walk only. Do not you think, does not react to anything, he walks. Tears do not fall, his heart is not in a vise tightens deadly, everything is quiet. Only his lips move. Whisper something, but you can not understand the content. Everything is silent, only faint whisper that grows in the dark of night without reaching its listener.


Arigatou for reading,

Pon - chan!