Summary: Kira is a lost soul and has no place to go after the unexpected death of his girlfriend. But, when a strange, flirtacious male approaches him in a tuxedo, his life is changed forever.

Author's Note: :D The sequel to A Sinner's Reprieve came earlier than expected, yes? Well, I felt like writing it before my other story at school one day and officially decided to get started on it. I'm planning on doing my other story after this, and I'll be submitting another short, one-shot during this one. (That has nothing to do with my other characters at all.) :) If you're a previous reader, then welcome back, and if you're a new reader, thanks for reading my story! I get excited when people review, so review as much as possible. (It gives me more of a drive to write when I know that other people like where some of my stories are going, I've noticed. When I was just writing stories for the thrill of reading them myself, I would never finish the story.) But anyway, enough of my jibber-jabber read the story! Oh and also, this story is more of a flashback because it starts out in the present, and then goes back to an earlier time. D: Just thought I would let you know; but for those who don't read the Author's Note, I'll tell you when the story begins.

Seiji is going to be up to a lot of shenanigans in this story and it may actually make you feel a little sorry for the new character. (P.S. Meevs: Kira is OOC. XD)

Genre: Humor/Romance

Rating: M (Only because of a few sexual situations and mature content)

Unrequited Love - Chapter 1


(Story is a flashback, but starts out in present time.)

I don't know what to think anymore.

One moment, I totally hated this guy that I had met one day at a corner store. I thought he was irritating, I thought he was a stalker, and at times I would think he was rude and annoyingly flirtatious. Even when I agreed to live with him, I found myself trying to hold back from hurting him too badly, because he seemed to always get on my bad side. He yodeled in the shower, he intentionally always walked in on me in the shower, he FAKED that he was drowning so that I could give him mouth to mouth, and he acted like he made a mistake and locked the bathroom door out in the hallway so I would have to use HIS bathroom so he could peek in on me. I thought by just staying with this guy, it was only making my life even worse.

And then one day, I found myself crying right in front of him. He comforted me through all of my tears, and then next thing I knew I was lying on my back underneath him, screaming his name over and over again. That night, I had felt like I was in a different world, a different atmosphere. I never thought a guy would mean so much to me, when just a few months ago I was so in love with someone of the opposite gender.

I've come to think now that without him, I probably wouldn't be here.

I love him so much now; I love him so much, I can't even think about him without feeling sick to my stomach and smiling like a lovesick preteen. And sometimes, I can't think about him without looking back on the first day I ever approached him—

Or the day he ever approached me.





Life is filled with so many ups and downs. One moment, I'm enjoying myself with the one I love and happy as I can be, and then unexpectedly, one small little thing comes that changes that. Death doesn't seem to care how much you love a person and how much you need a person; It just sweeps that person away from your arms and leaves you lonesome, sad, and alone to waddle in your own misery. I think that Death purposely took my girlfriend so that things would be hard for me again; he already took my mother away, and I don't really know much of my father than I do now, so I pretty much have nothing to live for.

My girlfriend died a few months ago and it was pretty hard to take. I haven't been settled since then. I was so distraught, I left everything behind to leave the place that reminded me so much of her. I left all of my belongings, clothes and etc. (even money), behind in that old apartment and went out on my own. Come to find out, I had a little money with me even if I thought I had left everything behind, and purchased a random train ticket and left the city that I had pretty much planned to stay in for the rest of my life. And now, I found myself in a place that I knew nothing about.

I don't know how long I aimlessly walked to nowhere; I didn't have a place to go to after all, so that was the only thing I could do. I slept in random places; abandoned buildings, benches, bathroom, anything that I could lay down near or on. I guess this was how it felt to be poor, huh? Through my aimless walking during the morning and half of midmorning, I found myself in the middle of the city square. I watched everyone as they talked and walked around as if they didn't have a care in the world.

My eyes momentarily fell on a group of children sitting around in a circle near a water fountain, playing a game and enjoying themselves. I miss the days where I didn't have to worry about anything either, but I had brought it upon myself. I wasn't strong enough to avoid leaving the place where I had tried to make a home. I don't know how long I stood there, but after a while I began walking in the opposite direction towards a corner store. I had a little cash left over and decided to buy myself a tiny bite to eat before I set off again in a random direction.

I found myself just standing on the sidewalk staring off in space. I didn't I looked sadder than I usually did and noticed out of the corner of my eye at the people staring at me with worried looks. I floated off to the point where I imagined sitting in front of a huge table with piles and piles of food on it, and then after eating all that, going to a nice soft bed and snuggling into it, drifting off into a peaceful land without any worries, and then there was knowing that you would never have to leave the place you were staying ever again—

Hopelessly, I placed my hands over my face and shook my head from side to side. Now I'm starting to hallucinate. Things couldn't get any worse right now. Through my thoughts, I didn't seem to notice footsteps approaching me from behind. I was just to busy swamping in my memories at the moment. Maybe I could ask someone if I could stay with them or maybe I could just go find some abandoned cozy house here or something. Ugh, but I don't know anything about this place and I'm not really good with remembering directions— I jumped when I felt a hand on my shoulder suddenly. Wide eyed, I turned around and found myself staring into light blue eyes.

"Why so blue, cuteness?"

I went from surprised and startled to slightly annoyed and confused. Who the HELL is this guy? My thoughts seemed to turn into words automatically.

"Uh, and who are you exactly?"

The male stared at me for a moment, adjusted his tie, smelled his breath, and then straightened the tuxedo that he was wearing (who would wear a tuxedo when it was baking outside?) He reached down and shook my hand, beaming at me happily.

"My name is Seiji Uchimura! Who are you?"

I immediately made a face at him.

"Eh, none of your business." I stared at him for a moment, looking him up and down. "Are you apart of some host club or something?"

He blinked at me in reply and then wide eyed, he stared down at himself making an 'Oooh'. "Oh this? Well, you see I was at a wedding not too long ago—but anyway, that really has nothing to do with our conversation. I caught you from afar and noticed that you looked a little upset!"

I had already come to the conclusion that this guy was a fucking weirdo. What person suddenly comes up to you asking you how you are, when they don't even know you? AND they call you cuteness, like you're some kind of pet or something. "Look, I don't know you, you don't know me. Let's just end this conversation, and I'll be leaving." I started to walk pass him, when he jumped in front of me, stopping me completely in my tracks. I tried not to give him a death glare, but I did flash him a small glance of annoyance.

"You know, seriously. I can see that you aren't so. . . Well, you know. Alright at the moment. If you want, you can come to my apartment or something; because if you stay out too late around here, you may get yourself into a little bit of trouble," the guy went on, or Seiji, went on to say as he pointed back behind him, "You know, if you don't have a place to stay and all." I stared at him quietly, and then shook my head and started walking again.

"I think I can take care of myself, thank you very much. I'm a big boy." I moved some of the locks of my hair to the side where my face was always covered. (I grew them out that way.) And then, I turned to look over my shoulder at him. "Look, I'm sorry. But I just don't want to be bothered right now. Like you thought, I don't feel well right now, I don't even WANT to be in this world right now, but I won't be a selfish bastard and kill myself just because my girlfriend died on me unexpectedly." I said more than I attended to say and when I realized it, I shook my head and then faced the other way. "You know what? Just ignore what I just said. It's not any of your business anyway." When I want to be, I can be the coldest person that you can ever meet in your life. I've made people so angry and upset by this, I wondered why the Blondie who was following me didn't give up.

But he seemed persistent.

"Aw, come on. Thinking like that only gets you into more trouble. I would know, after all."

I pretty much ignored what he just said to me and started walking again with my hands crammed into my pockets. What a weirdo. Something must have been up with his parents when they had him. I looked over my shoulder to see if he was following; he was still standing by the corner, and when he saw me turn around to stare at him, he beamed at me and waved. What the hell? I turned back around as quickly as possible and began to walk a little faster, hoping that I would never meet that guy again. Or Seiji, ever again. (A/N: Only cursing himself.) Then again, he did say something about a place to stay—

"Don't even fall for the trick, Kira. Don't even put yourself in that situation."

I nodded my head. "I'll be just fine on my own here! Things can't be too bad around here!"


(Normal POV)

"I can't see shit. WHAT TOWN doesn't have street lamps, huh?"

Kira grumbled as he walked into the darkness. The only light illuminating his way was the moon as it shined down on top of him (he wondered why it was so strong tonight.) He started panicking a little when he noticed the buildings around her turning slightly worn down and streets around him filling with trash. "Am I in the seedy part of town?" Ack, I heard the seedy parts of town were where the rapists, murderers, drug dealers, crackwhores, ordinary whores, serial killers, and hobos tend to roam wild.

Damn, maybe I should have gone with mister crazy; I probably would be out of this darkness right about now. Kira thought to himself and he looked around at the slums surrounding him, and then occasionally behind him where he thought he heard someone following behind him (or maybe he was just paranoid at the moment.) But then again, I probably would be in more danger with MISTER CRAZY and anything. Even though he seemed insanely nice and all— He froze in his footsteps as he heard the shaking of chains (or something jingly) behind him. He panicked seemed to rise even more. Holy crap, it could be a criminal or a gangster or something! He bowed his head down and started walking as fast as possible and before he knew it, he was making a mad dash down the street.

"Oh, God, I'm not going to die. I'm NOT going to die!"

Behind him, he still heard the vivid sounds of the chains rattling a few feet away from him. Nearly losing his mind, he screamed out even louder than he was doing before.

"Oh GOD, I'm GOING to die, I'm GOING TO DIE!" He didn't know exactly what he was running from, but he didn't bother looking back because the last thing he wanted to see was some gangster wielding a gun in his hand and seeing the familiar chains hanging from his pants or jeans. Kira ran around the corner, staring in the other direction hoping to see other people walking around. "GAH, WEIRD GUY I MET THIS MORNING, SAVE ME—!"

And suddenly he was pushed back by the force of running against someone at full speed. Screaming in pain, he fell back onto the concrete rubbing his forehead slowly. Ouch. He heard the other person who he had run into groaning and cursing under their breath. Kira, still a little groggy from the new developing headache (that he knew he was going to get), opened his eyes and smiled unsurely at the person before him. "I am so sorry! I didn't mean to run into you! I was just, um, a little scared and I—" He stopped in the middle of his sentence as he person he had ran into raised his head up to gaze at him.

". . . Seiji?"

"Oh shit, that is my name, isn't it? God, I feel like all my senses were knocked straight to hell."

Kira mentally began to self-loathe. Gee, thanks God. I wasn't being so serious about 'GAH, WEIRD GUY I MET THIS MORNING, SAVE ME!' But you just have to take what I have to say word for word, huh? Kira watched Seiji, trying not to laugh at him evilly as he wobbled from side to side trying to regain his composure. "Ugh, hey there BHK," (1) Seiji said as he was finally able to speak correctly, "Nice to see you again. What are you doing on this side of town? AIDS and STDS are floating around this place like air, you know?" I looked around anxiously; I stared back at him. "Yeah, I kind of already figured that."

Seiji stood up, bringing up a brown bag with him. "What exactly where you running from?" He leaned to the side and then back so that he was standing straight in front of him. Kira stuttered for a moment and then shook his head. "It was nothing. . . Um, WHY are you here?"

"Errands."

"Oh."

Kira looked down, rubbing his head.

"When are you going to tell me your name, cutie?"

Kira blinked and then stared up so that he was looking at Seiji once more. He was smiling at him and it seemed like the things that Kira had said to him when he first met him were no existent. I found himself blushing a little, and when he realized this he bit his lip. "M-My name? Well, um, it's Kira. My name is Kira." I'M BLUSHING AT A GUY. I'M NOT GAY. I'M STRAIGHT. Seiji beamed one more time and then turned to face the street. "That's a nice name. But you know, I'm going to alter it a little."

Kira blinked.

"What?"

"I said, I'm going to alter it a little."

And how exactly are you going to do that?

"I think. . ." He placed his hand on his chin and walked over to Kira. Delicately and softly, he ran his fingertips on Kira's cheek. Frozen in place, the only thing that Kira could do was stare at Seiji and fell himself sweating as his body began to heat up. Seiji stopped in his tracing right underneath Kira's chin, and then stared into his eyes for a moment. "I know. You're soft, you're cute, and your hair is brown; you can be feisty, and you can be nice at times. And when I touch you, you seem to forget everything and kind of go with it. It reminds me of a cat a little. . . I'll call you Kitty. Kitty, what a cute name."

The brown haired boy's face turned a deep tint of pink and then his eyebrows furrowed in anger.

"WHAT AM I, YOUR DAMN PET?!"

"See, as soon as you're crossed, you revolt. Just like a cat, just like a little kitty."

"MY NAME IS KIRA, NOT KITTY! CALL ME KIRA!"

"Kitty Kira? Okay."

"IT'S KIRA. KIRA! NO KITTY, JUST KIRA."

Seiji, who seemed like he was barely even listening, stared down at the watch on his wrist and then rubbed the nape of his neck. "Woo, it's late! I should be getting home!" He turned and smiled at Kira, who was giving him the evilest death glare that anyone could ever see in the world. "Wanna come to my house? You know, since you don't have a place to go?" Kira puckered his lips and then let out a huge, furious exhale of air. HOW DARE HE INSULT ME AND THEN SUDDENLY ACT ALL NICE. YEAH, I'LL GO WITH YOU.

SO I CAN KILL YOU IN YOUR FUCKING SLEEP.

"OF COURSE. I would LOVE to."

Seiji beamed brightly and then slung the bag over his shoulder, gesturing across the street.

"GOOD! Come on, let's go home, Kitty!"

Kira made an annoyed sigh and followed behind Seiji who seemed happy as ever, fuming angrily and trying to hold back from attacking him.

MY NAME ISN'T KITTY.


Lol, so this chapter ends with Kira getting all bent out of shape because Seiji gave him a little nickname. :D Oh how cute. I would love to have a special little nickname someone gave me. (I kind of do, but you know. . .) But anyway, not much was in this chapter, but I promise if you read on, you'll find more will be happening as the story goes on. I'm thinking up more and more ideas as I go. (And I'm hoping this story will stay below ten chapters.) ANYWAY, SEE YOU ON THE NEXT CHAPTER. AND REVIEW, REVIEW! REVIEW ON EVERY CHAPTER! Make me feel super special, mmkay:)