My Artist.

A Dance With The Devil.

"I'm sorry that you were fighting my Demons while I was dancing with your Angels."
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Warm brown eyes stared into muddy green ones before a smirk could appear on Hanamiya's face. He new recognized the black haired male to be Hyuuga, and he was staring at him with eyes that practically screamed; ""BACK AWAY"".

The last he had heard of Kiyoshi was that the man had gone to America to finally get the surgery that he needed, and that Hanamiya had caused. It was only chance that they would meet now, 2 years later.

A laugh come from Kiyoshi at Hanamiya's surprised expression. "It's nice to see you after so long." He said to him with his same old oblivious grin. "Hey! Teppie! Your just going to be nice to him like that!?" Hyuuga asked him in out rage while Kiyoshi only gave him a sheepish smile and rubbed the back of his neck.

"Kiyoshi, I thought you were living in America?" Hanamiya asked him in a passive tone, completely ignoring Hyuuga's glares, when in reality he was actually curious as to why Teppie was back here again. You would have thought that the guy would have settled down by now. "I was! But after the Surgery and most of the muscle therapy was done I decided to come back here to do my third year of college." He more then willingly explained to him. Hanamiya was about to ask about what he was studying in, and what college exactly but paused when there drinks arrived.

For once in his life Hanamiya actually wanted to continue this conversation. Hell, he wanted to have a full on conversion with non other then Kiyoshi Teppie. The guy who in high school he had made it his goal to break. The guy who he did break. Had he really gotten this starved for human interaction? Had all his years of staying cooped up in his flat with no one else to talk to finally catch up to him? Was he really about to start socializing with Kiyoshi fucking Teppie? 

He had gotten so lost in his thoughts that he didn't notice that Kiyoshi had begun waving a hand in front of his face. "Hanamiya?" He asked him curiously, looking to much like an innocent puppy.

He glared at him a little now while Kiyoshi only smiled, looking relived to see that he was okay. "Well it was nice seeing you Hanamiya! Maybe you can join us for coffee next time?" He said to him hopefully while Hyuuga began to go off on him again about how you can't just invite people who purposely hurt you to go get coffee together. Hanamiya only stayed quiet as he watched the perusal cheerful browned haired male walk off to go take a seat at a table with a still, oh so annoyed Hyuuga. Even with his surgery and therapy there was still a little limp in kiyoshi's steps.

It made him smirk as he turned to retrieve his cup of hot chocolate. Even after 2 years. Even after surgery and muscle therapy. He still left his mark.

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The walk home wasn't all too exciting. On his way out of the coffee shop Kiyoshi had tried to wave a goodbye to him but he decided to just pretend he hadn't saw it and kept his eyes straight ahead.

It was about 10 something when he had finally gotten back to his flat and the still halfly finished fawn laid in wait for its already half asleep owner to return. Social interaction always seemed to tire him out the most. It was a miracle he had even managed to make it threw high school with out dropping out for a nap almost every 2 hour. Sighing Hanamiya tossed the now empty to-go cup in the bin, which he mentally noted to take out soon as it was starting to over flow, as he kicked his converses off and pulled away his hoodie.

Jumping onto the couch he grabbed the remote and pressed 'On' as the TV flickered to life, the sounds of the sport channel filling the room. He was a little surprised to find that there was a basketball match on tonight. If he was a normal person he'd probably go watch it at a bar. With friends. But he wasn't a normal person. He was just an artist with to many dead memories.

Getting up and grabbing a pillow from his bed and a blanket he got himself cozy as he watched his favourite players, playing it out on the court. Smiling a little when his favourite team scored or frowning when the other team did.

In the end Hanamiya never found out who had won the match, as he had ended up falling asleep half way threw the game. Even with the worries about taking out the trash or the unfinished fawn, for once Hanamiya had a rather.. Pleasant sleep.