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All I Have To Give	By : punkloveinpurple Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Cinema Bizarre Views: 821 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I don't own or know Cinema Bizarre. I own just the plot. Nor do I make any money from writing this. I forgot to put it in the content, but it's Slash.

Chapter List
- 1-All I Have To Give
- 1
As the rain drizzled softly against the outside world, the full moon illuminated the streaked windows of the darkened flat. No noise disturbed the stillness other than the light drizzle. Two of the occupants were out tonight; one at his friends’ house, more than likely drunk, and the other out on a date with his boyfriend. One soul remained inside the house, lying curled up on the couch, a blanket around his legs. Kiro lay staring at a water ring on the coffee table, his thoughts spiraling him into depression.
He’d always been the happy one. The one that never showed any negative emotion. If people believed that, then the truth was he just was really good at acting. Though lately they had been weighing his heart and mind down. For the one person he loved was being abused. Not physically (of what he knew of), but mentally and emotionally. Why he kept going back to that gold-digging son of a bitch, Kiro would never know. But Strify would never see Scott like that. He was too wrapped up in what he thought was Scott’s love. The only reason he even payed attention to Strify was because he was in a band and could afford the things he wanted.
A tear spilled on his cheek as Kiro closed his eyes. He grasped his pillow and turned his face into the softness as it absorbed his tears, and hugged it to his body. His body began to shake with sobs, but no noise escaped his lips. How could he ever tell the beautiful singer that he loved him? He had loved Strify for a while now, but he’d probably never see Kiro in that way. In a split second, the silence was shattered as the front door to the flat slammed open and ricocheted off the wall. Kiro shot up as a very distressed Strify rushed down the hall, past the livingroom entrance.
As Kiro sat further up on the couch, a door slammed in the distance followed by muffled sobbing. Tossing the blanket aside, Kiro stood and tip-toed over to Strify’s bedroom door. Quiet sniffling could be heard on the other side. Slowly, Kiro opened the door and peeked around the crack. Strify lay on his side, curled up looking as if he were going to fall apart. Worry and sympathy washed over Kiro. What had happened? He had the distinct feeling that Scott had a part to do with it. He inched the door open and slid into the room. He shut the door as quietly as possible, wondering if Strify heard him enter.
Kiro silently approached the sobbing singer, and debated whether he should sit on the bed or not. Giving in he sank slowly onto the mattress behind Strify and began to rub his arm. Kiro felt him tense, but continued. Eventually Strify relaxed under his touch but curled into the pillow to hide his face. Kiro reached up and began rubbing his hair, pulling it back from his face.
Soon the silence was too much, Kiro broke it, asking, “Stirfy, what’s wrong? What happened?”
Sobs violently racked the singer’s body again, and Kiro half-laid his body on Strify’s pulling him into the most comforting hug he could muster. As the sobs began to lessen, Kiro sat up and coaxed the singer to turn towards him.
“Please, Strify. Tell me what’s wrong.”
Strify looked up at the bassist, his expression pained, and caused Kiro’s heart to pang with hurt. In a flash, Strify’s head was against Kiro’s chest and he was being pulled into a death grip hug. Shocked, Kiro sat there for a minute, but wound his arms around the singer and began to rock him. After a few minutes, Strify half gasped, half cried, “Scott c-c-cheated on m-me.” Kiro stopped rocking and stared down at Strify.
“What do you mean?”
Strify began to cry again, but Kiro started soothing and whispering into his ear, “Tell me what happened.”
Strify squeezed the two-toned man and buried his face deeper into his t-shirt. Scents of coffee and Bubble Yum seemed to relax his body enough to answer. Heaving a sigh, Strify laid his head on Kiro’s lap and began to recall the night’s events.
“I left here earlier to go meet with Scott. We had a date planned to celebrate our six month anniversary. You remember me saying that this morning?” Kiro nodded but remained silent. He hadn’t taken the news too well and after Strify left to do his shopping for the special event, Kiro proceeded to take his anger out on one of his feather pillows and the wall beside his bed, leaving an indention which is now covered by a poster. “Well, I left to go over and decided to walk. I got there and was so happy and excited. I decided not to knock on the door and go in and surprise him. Well I looked around the house, but he wasn’t in the livingroom or kitchen. So I thought he was still getting ready. I walked to his room, planning on sneaking up on him but when I got to the door, I heard shuffling and moaning. The door was cracked, so I peeked in. And….”
He paused and drew a deep, ragged breath. On the verge of tears again, he buried his face into Kiro’s shirt and choked out, “He was having sex with the woman from the coffee shop. The one with the short wavy brown hair.” Surprise overtook Kiro, and his face showed it. He knew that woman. He basically saw her every day, considering the fact that he’s practically addicted to coffee.
Rage soon overtook his surprise, and a growl ripped from the little man’s chest. Shocked at the man’s reaction, Strify pulled away to stare at the bassist. Kiro jumped from the bed and began to pace the room, angrily punching the air and throwing anything that came to close to his vicinity. Strify just watching in shock and wonder at Kiro’s behavior. Just as Strify opened his mouth to ask what was wrong, Kiro let loose another growl and turned to the singer.
“Why?” was all that Kiro said. Strify looked at him confused. Kiro scoffed and turned away. Kiro just paced, wrapping and un-wrapping his arms in frustration. When the silence was too much, he turned to the singer and said, “Why, Strify? Why do you do this? Why do you keep going back to him? He’s a no good, gold-digging, and as you just said, cheating, son of a bitch! He doesn’t care about you. Just your money! You’re too good for that! I’ve spent nights listening to you cry yourself to sleep over things he’s done to you. I don't know what he does to make you cry, but…” Kiro froze.
He had been moments from revealing his feelings for Strify. Should he tell him? Why not? ‘You’ll never know if he likes you unless you say it,’ his heart and brain told him. Taking a deep breath, Kiro walked over to the bed, and as he sat grasped the Strify’s hands. Looking into those beautiful blue/grey eyes that he loved to get lost in, and spilled his heart and soul.
“I don't know what he does to make you cry, but I'll be there to make you smile. I don't care if he buys you nice things. Does his gifts come from the heart? I don’t know. When you talk does it seem like he's not even listening to a word you say? Does he leave when you need him the most? Does his friends get all your time?”
Something must have hit home because tears spilled over onto Strify’s cheeks and he looked away. Kiro reached up and turned his face back to look into his eyes again. “I don't have a fancy car; to get to you I'd walk a thousand miles. But if you were mine, I'd make it so we'd never be apart. Just tell me your problems. I'll try my best to kiss them all away.” He jumped from the bed and began pacing the length of the bed, “Please, I've been on my knees, praying for the day that you'll be mine. I don't want you to cry no more, inside or outside. All the money in the world could never add up to all the love I have inside. Everything I have is for you!” he said throwing his arms out to his sides. He stopped right in front of the singer and kneeled, taking Strify’s hands again in his own.
“But love is all I have to give. Without you I don't think I can live. I wish I could give the world to you...but love is all I have to give.” Kiro looked into Strify’s eyes, those beautiful, angelic eyes. Reaching up he let his fingers drift softly across the singer’s tear-stained cheek. Leaning forward, Kiro inched towards those lips that plagued his dreams for forever. He stopped barely inches away and looked into Strify’s eyes, asking for permission. When he saw no resistance, Kiro closed the gap. Heat and electricity coursed though his body, from the crown of his head, down to his feet. The passion and intensity of the kiss caused the bassist’s toes to curl.
Shyly, Kiro licked the singer’s bottom lip, begging to deepen the kiss. Strify granted him access and pulled Kiro up so they’re chests were touching, and wrapped his arms around Kiro’s neck. The kiss wasn’t sexual; it was filled up unspoken love and understanding. Kiro didn’t want it to stop. He had finally gotten what he wanted; Strify. His lips were soft as velvet and sweet as chocolate. Perfect. The empty space in Kiro seemed to fill as Strify returned every ounce of passion in the kiss. It seemed all too soon when they finally pulled apart.
Kiro looked up at Strify, who still had his eyes closed, and longed desperately to see those angelic eyes again. He reached up and stroked Strify’s cheek and waited. Slowly, the singer opened his eyes and stared in wonder at the man in front of him. Kiro smiled and planted a single sweet kiss on Strify’s lips and whispered, “I love you.”
Kiro didn’t pull away but looked up to see Strify’s reaction. The two-toned blonde simply smiled and brushed the bassist’s bangs aside, as his eyes scanned Kiro’s face. After moments of silence with only their breathing disturbing the silence, Strify pulled Kiro into another electrifying kiss. When they pulled away this time, they sat there, foreheads touching; eyes closed and enjoyed the silence.
Kiro broke the silence saying, “You don’t have to say it back, if you don’t want to. But I just wanted you to know. I love you. I have for years now.”
“Why didn’t you tell me?”
Kiro sighed, “I don’t know. I guess I was scared you’d be disgusted, or run away. When you got with Scott, I thought I’d never be able to tell you. I tried to tell you about how he was and what he said behind your back. But you wouldn’t listen. You were too in love to care.” Kiro reached up and stroked the singer’s hand that was still on his cheek. “I just can’t hide it anymore. I love you, Strify. Will you have me?”
Kiro opened his eyes to look at Strify, waiting for a response. Strify stared at the bassist, debating his heart about its feelings. Finally a smile crept its way onto the singer’s face, as he replied, “Of course, but only if you take me as I am.”
Overcome with joy, Kiro literally tackled the love of his life. They rolled on the bed for a few minutes, till Kiro regained his composure. Blushing, Kiro leaned back against Strify’s pillows and patted the empty spot beside him. Strify, more than willing, crawled over and snuggled up to Kiro’s small body. Smiling, Kiro leaned over and kissed the top of the singer’s head, sighing. He’d finally gotten the one thing he’d wanted for forever.
He began to rub Strify’s back, content with life. Soon the man beside him began to hum a lullaby. Tilting Strify’s face up to his, Kiro pressed a tender, sweet kiss filled with love to his lips. When they pulled away, Kiro continued to gaze into Strify’s eyes saying, “I love you.”
Strify smiled back and reached up stroking Kiro’s cheek, and simply replied, “I love you.” And they sank into blissful sleep, dreaming of one another.
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