This is going to be a one on one RP between Shotacon and Violent_Beauty. If you ain't us, don't post please! This is a Yaoi based RP, so if you no like, no read! You have been warned!


Player: Shota

Name: Shiro Tetsuma

Gender: Male

Age: 23

Ht: 6' 2"

Wt: 210

Skin: Pale

Body: Toned, very light muscle

Hair: Black, side parted, straight, down to mid shoulder blade.

Eyes: Green, emerald

Piercing/s: Left earlobe, dangly, silver chain with a clear red stone at the end

Clothes: Tight black jeans, red t-shirt, black jean jacket, fingerless black leather gloves. Black sneakers.

Personality: Popular and he knows it. Has that feeling like everything will always go his way. The gnawing sensation of guilt that just popped up lately has given him a sniping personality with both band mates and manager.

Background: Shiro has been singing since he was a child. Always backed up by his family, when he joined a band and began touring, it was no different. Without any siblings, Shiro knows the job of caring for his parents when they get old falls directly on to his shoulders and his alone. Shiro has been feeling the weight lately and he doesn't know why. To lessen the burden, he's been going out at night, alone, to local pubs to drink.



Player: Violent_Beauty

Gender: Male
Name: Josh
Age:22

Looks: He has black hair parted to the the side, he has 3 piercings, two on his lips, one on his tongue, his arms have half a sleeve each.

personalty: Josh his kind and caring, he keeps to himself most of the time, he likes to drink on his time off and draw, he is very good with Art..He dose not date much. never has, and maybe never will.

History: Josh Takes care of his sick mother, she is able to live on her own now, but he pays her visits to help clean and cook and spend time with her, when Josh was younger his dad left them fro a younger woman, Josh resents his dad and since he was an only child he must take care of his mother until she dies. Josh is in college and is uncertain if he wants to be a nurse or a teacher. He has a job at a local Coffee shop.


And now the fun begins!

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In a pub in the back streets of town, a young man stars into his drink, contemplating his short life. As a famous singer it is only these short times alone in the local pubs and bars that he has any time to himself. 'Until someone recognizes me, then on to the next one. . . .' Shiro downs another burbon, waving his empty glass at the bartender for a refill. The tender shakes his head, pointing that the sign saying "No drinks served after 2 AM. With a low groan Shiro rises. 'Figures. I just about reach the right level of drunk and I'm cut off!' Dropping the appropriate amount of cash on the counter, the drunken singer makes his way slowly out of the pub. A few hands run across his backside on his way out, but too drunk to really care, he passes by without a word. 'Well, it's more of a compliment I suppose' Shuffling out into the cool spring air, the chill hits Shiro like a cold glass of water. Shuddering slightly he moves down the street.

His arms come up to wrap around his body in a vain atempt to keep warm. The cool light of the moon bathes the street in a faint glow. 'Reminds me of when I was a child and did street performances all night for fun. I remember when all you needed was a smile and a voice to please the crowd' The faces of his mother and father applauding his performances floats to the forefront of his mind. He stumbles slightly over the a slightly raised slab of sidewalk, causeing him to stumble sideways into the nearest building. Cltching the rough brick surface, the man slowly slides down until he rests on his knees beside the building, his forehead pressed against it's scratchy surface. The heavy warm feeling of sleep floods his system, and before he knows it, the young rock star slides all the way down to the sidewalk, asleep.

Josh awoke to the sound of his phone ringing, he picked up quit fast, it was usually his mother in trouble, he looked at the time before picking up, 3am, he sighed "Hello?" He said in a tired, groggy voice. "Josh? where are you? are you there/ josh help, please!!!" His mother said crying, He rolled his eyes. "Mother, Im at home, its 3 am!" He said in a tired/annoyed tone of voice, she started to cry, then he heard glass breaking on the other end. "Mom?" Silence, he then jumped up threw on some jeans and a black hoodie and headed for his old beat up rusted car, it was an old, red volks wagon, it was all he could afford on his budget and it worked just fine...for the most part.

He hurried in and started it up and drove a few blocks west to his mothers house. He walked in and found her in the kitchen throwing dishes and crying. "Mom, its me josh, Im Here now" He said getting her standing and he cleaned up the glass, he needed to take her into the doctors again, first thing in the morning, would be best, he sighed. She feel asleep in the sofa, he covered her up and left a note that he would be back sometime in the morning to see her. He finished cleaning up the place and headed back into his car, he drove a bit slower trying to think, that's when he saw a body and pulled over.

Josh got out and almost freaked, he got closer and smelled Booze,bourbon. "Ah, Its just a drunk..." He looked the man over, he looked hurt, as if someone kicked him in the face and ran off, or perhaps the man got into a fight earlier that night, all that was unknown to Josh, he sighed and picked up the man, he was not homeless, josh could tell by the way he was dressed, and drug him to the back seat of his car, he made sure the man was safe, and he went to the front and drove off to his place, once there he drug the drunk man up to his apartment and laid him on his futon. It was now almost 4am, josh sighed and headed to his room, he needed some sleep.

His alarm went off around 8 am josh moaned, only four hours....he thought, he then showered and headed to his small kitchen where the man was still out, and still smelled drunk, josh made some coffee and eggs, and pondered, what should he do with this guy?

Shiro rolls over and lets out a groan as the sun hits his face, snapping him out of his sleep. 'Ugh, why does the sun have to be so bright? Sitting up slowly, he keeps his eye shut to ward off the sunlight for as long as possible. The feeling of a soft material under his hands makes him still. 'Wait. I distictly remember not making it home last night, so where....? Finally prying his eyes open, he groans once again at the amout of light invaiding his senses. 'Ugh, yeh, not home. My house is never this bright. . . ." Looking around he realizes hie's in an apartment. When Raiko's eye finally settle on the room's other occupant he blinks rapidly trying to clear up his semi fuzzy appearance. "Urgh, ummm, hi there, uhh, good morning?" Trying his best not to freak out from wakeing up in the home of someone he doesn't know, Shiro glances around nervously for several seconds before he spots the coffee maker.

Coming carefully to his feet Shiro wanders nonchilantly towards the worlds oldeast hangover cure. 'Sure, I hate the stuff, but it works! Keeping half an eye on what he assumes is the apartment owner, he pors himslef a cup of the amber liquid. Ignoring all the fixings, the singer downs a full cup of the piping hot liquid and set sht e cup back down. Turning so he's facing the other man he props himself up against the counter and says, "So, mind telling me just how I got here? You make ahabit of taking strangers home with you while they're passed out? Kinda dangerous hobby there dude." Trying to play it cool, Shiro keeps his tone light and playful.

Josh wondered what he was going to do with this Guy he found. He finished making breakfast as the strange man came to drink coffee. Josh blushed a bit when the man spoke. "Oh um no its not a habit ...I'm sorry I could have left you there. " he said slightly agitated at the man. "And your welcome. So when ever your ready you can leave " Josh said coldly. He grabbed a plate and put the cooked food on it and filled his mug full of coffee.

He made his way to his living room where he sat and ate. Turning on the TV he flipped through channels. His thoughts wandered back to the Guy he was so...ungrateful it seemed. He could have left him there. Someone else would have robbed him or beat him. When Josh finished eating he went to clean up. The man was still there. "Well if your going to just stand there you can eat before you leave " Josh said. Josh was way to nice sometimes.

(On my phone sorry for shortness )

Shiro grins at the blushing guy. 'Okay, that was a fun response. Maybe I'll stick around for a while' Shrugging off the guy's snipe, the singer stays put and watches the TV through the kitchen doorway while he waits for the man to finish his meal. His mind wanders around a bit as the shows quickly lose his interest. 'I think I had a meeting with my producer this morning. Meh. . . .Jio's going to kill me over missing it, but that's fine. it's noyt like it was about anything important. Jio's always overreacting. It's not like I've missed many, right?' His attention comes back to reality as the guy walks back into the kitchen.

Shiro chuckles as the guy moves to clean up the kitchen. "Well, I suppose that would be nice. Thanks." With a grin, Shiro moves behind the man. 'Looks like the coffee did wonders. I don't feel any hangover symtoms. Yay. More time for play then. I wonder if this guy really doesn't know who I am. . . .He's not acting like he knows who I am. . . .' Moving in close he places his palms on the counter on either side of the guy. Leaning in he whispers, "So, will you be making it for me, or should I rumage around in here until I find something I like?"

As the strange man corners him Josh blushed. What the hell was with thus Guy. "Well ...I um...I guess I can make it for you..." he stammered. Who the hell was this Guy and why was he so...up in Josh's face? Josh pushed passed him focusing on the meal he needed to cook. HE grabbed a few eggs and some Bacon. Josh went to his cupboards looking for a frying pan of some sort. "Ah here we are " he said to himself.

Hee cracked the eggs into the pan and put thee meat in along with it. He decided to make small talk. "So um. I'm josh " was all he spat out. He was a bit shy I guess. He kinda wished he never came across this Guy he's a weird one. His thoughts were interrupted when his cell rang he moaned. It was his mother. "Hello? Yes mom this is Josh...yes you called me...what? Look in the, oh you found now? Ok bye" Josh's face flushed a deep red. Why did his mother do this to him? He looks like a mamma's boy now for sure he thought. He sighed. "Um anyways ...who are you? " he asked now grabbing A plate for the man dishing up his food."here " is all Josh said.

Shiro stiffles a giggle as the man brushes past him to make him breakfast. 'He really is a kind one. It's noce to find someone who's not being nice because I'm famous. I like him' Shifting over to a side counter, he watches the man work with a light smile, a feeling of giddy contentment flickering around his body. He raises his eyebrows when the guy tells him his name, and asks for Shiro's. He comtemplates for several seconds just what to say. 'I suppose there is no harm in telling him my name. He doesn't know me, and if I just give him my first one there's no way he'll associate it with the singer me if he's at least heard the name. I mean, how many hopeful parents out there named their child Shiro?' Just as he opens his mouth to answer, the phone unterupts him. Litening to the one sided conversation, Shiro's right eyebrow arches up in question. ' Looks like Mama trouble. A drinker? Crazy? I've heard about stuff like that. Thank god my mom's all there. . . .' The embaressed flush on the boy's cheeks makes Shiro smile, a true warm smile.

"My name, it's Shiro. Nice to meet you Josh. It's non of my buisness, so I'm not going to ask, but I hope everything works out for you, whatever the issue is." The singer gestures to the phone to indecate what he's talking about. Holding his hand out, Shiro carefully takes hold of the plate of hot food. His free hand darts out to grasp Josh by the back of the neck and he moves his face in close. Pressing his forehead to the other man's, Shiro whispers, "Thank you for breakfast," before making his way over to the table to sit and eat. 'I wonder if that was a little over the top. Meh, he'll be fine. He seems to adapt quickly' Biting into his meal, Shiro is overcome by the memory of eating home meals. 'Man, I eat so much resturant and takeout food, it's like there is a whole different class when it comes to homemade foods' Humming lightly Shiro digs into the meal with gusto. Pausing for a moment he glances up at Josh and smiles. "This is wonderful, thank you, really!" he chirps before digging back into the meal.

Josh was caught off guard when the Guy pulled there faces together. Was he going for a kiss or something? Josh thought but soon the Guy pulled away and Josh was left there with a beet red face. Josh ignored it and just watched as the Guy ate. As he brought his mother Josh blushed once more.

"Oh...well she has...issues " he said pointing to his own head and making a crazy face. Josh then went to his couch and pulled out a small pipe and small baggy with a green substance and filled the pipe then he lit it up and smoked not careing about the strange man in his house in who he cooked for. When he told him his name Josh just nodded.

"Nice to meeting you too. And thanks. I tend to cook a " he said leaving out the part where he cooks for his sick mother. It was just not something he cared to talk about. After Josh smoked his small bowl he put his stuff away and Just sat there awkwardly. What wad with this Guy? He was...very friendly. Too friendly actually but Josh didn't mind. He can't remember the last time someone seemed into him.

Shiro feels his nose twitch slightly at the smoke issuing from the bowl in Josh's hand. 'Ah, the green weed' he thinks amusedly. Too engrossed in his meal, the singer makes no coment on the goy's attempt at relaxing. Wiping his face on a sleeve, Shiro stands, looking down at his now empty plate in longing. Despite his slim figure, the young man could pack away more then his fair share of food. Leaving the plate on the table he wanders over to where Josh sits on the couch and plops down beside him. With a sideways glance he asks, "So, what do you do for fun around here?" His eyes dart around the room looking for game systems or some other form of electronic entertainment. 'This place is really small. . . .Or maybe I'm just use to big places' With a sudden yawn Shiro leans towards the man next to him and rests his head on his shoulder. "Or, a nap sounds good too. Mom always said "Good food, good sleep". I like that idea. . . ."

Without so much as a 'may I?' Shiro settles in closer to the guy, tucking his bare feet up on to the couch, and drifts swiftly off to sleep. A light grin on his lips, he revels in the warmth pressed agains his side.

Before josh could anwser shiros question he snuggled up to him and fell asleep. Josh blushed and bit his lower lip and raised a brow. What was with this Guy? Josh didn't want to be rude so he awkwardly put a arm around the man and rested his head on the mans head closing his own eyes. Josh was pretty stoned so falling asleep was easy even if he wasn't exactly comfortable sitting the way he was but he slept and it felt nice.

Shiro twists slightly in his sleep. His dreams bring a sense of panic to his mind and with a start he wakes. The unfamilliar surounding cause him to curl tighter agaist the warmth at his side. 'Okaaaay, where did I fall asleep this time?' Pressign closer, he remembers just who he cuddling into. 'Oh yeh, "My Hero" Heheheh' Shiro feels his muscles relax as the memory of the morning wavers back into his mind. Turning so he can see the man's sleeping face while still pressed against him, Shiro studies Josh with an intense look of consentration. 'Still asleep. Oh fun' Feeling particularly michevious, the singer brings a hand up to run his middle finger down the man's forehead and nose. [i]'Guys are so cute when they are asleep. Deciding it's time the man wake, Shiro slides down intil his head and upper shoulders are resting in Josh's lap. Closeing his eyes he begins rolling over and over, back and forth, finaly coming to a stop with his face looking upwards. He smiles sweetly as the man wakes from his bout of thrashing. With a silky smooth voice he murmurs, "Good morning again sunshine." With a quick roll Shiro flops off the couch and comes quickly to his feet. Looking out the window he judges that the two had not slept very long, but even so, Shiro can feel the energy surging through him. Without thinking, he begins singing a little tune. . . .

~Since the last time
left out in the storm
you never came back
to me alone
You once said you would be
the only one
but now I can see
never mooooore

You were neeever my savior
You were neeever mine a loooone
You were just there
to comfort me
and now you've gone

I need some one
to rescue me
I need some one
to set me free~

-Shiro turns at this point to look at Josh, a lopsided grin on his face-

~I need my savior
I need a helping hand
I need the one
the oooonly
With whome I can stand

I need my savior. . . .
I need my savior. . . .
I need. . . . . ~

His voice trails off as Shiro turns back towards the window. "Well, that came out of nowhere." Dropping his head back and to the side so he can see Josh, Shiro sticks out his tongue and giggles. "Singing is fun, y'know?"

Josh woke only to look into the guys eyes. His head was in his lap....why? And before he knew it the man was singing and he was pretty good at it too. Bish rubbed his eyes and looked at the time not a long nap but a nice one. "Well your very good....and I don't sing..." he said with a blush. This Guy was weird and josh felt a bit ...uncomfortable. "so uh...where do you live? What do ya do for fun? " josh was unsure if he was annoyed or not with shiros being in his house for so long of course josh was the I e who picked up a stranger ...maybe next time he will think twice....

(Loves the sing btw :* )

Shiro giggles at the copliment, noting the tense note in his voice. 'Oki, time to relax it back a bit' Drifting slowly over to the couch, Shiro sits down a respectful distance from Josh. Waving a hand dismissively he says, "Well, I enjoy singing a lot, so I got out and do that. I also like some of those longer RP games for consols and those singing games!" Shruggin, Siro fixes Josh with a ligth gaze. "I also like spending time with people and just talking. I don't get to do that a lot." Letting his eyes drop to his lap, his voice drops slightly, "Too buisy, or people only want to talk about one thing. . . ." Trailing off Shiro brings a finger to his mouth, biting the knuckle out of habit as a nervous gesture. 'I don't want to tell him about my career, but how exactly to you skirt something like that?' Sitting quietly, he contemplates what to say next.

Josh Smiles. " I know how that is....I'm always so busy I hardly have time to actually get out and meet people. Its always been like that for me though " only cause he has to take care of his mother half the time plus work...he sighed. "I've always been the...quite loser type of kid or Guy ...ya know? " he said opening up a bit. He felt a bit more comfortable now that shiro seemed to be cooling it on the touchy feely Creeper stuff.

Smiling slightly, Shiro walks over and sits down on the couch beside Josh. Making sure to keeps his hands to himself, he whispers, "Loser? You? No way. I mean come on,how many guys would rescue an idiot drunk from the streets and take him home to sober up?" He gives Josh a friendly smile and adds, "I know I'm no feather. How many guys out there would be so kind as to drag my carcass around?" Settling back into the couch, he tucks his feet up on to the cushion and wraps his arms about himself. "You are no loser Josh. You are a kind person. . . ." Shiro lets his gaze wander outside to watch the clouds go by. SOmething he doesn't get to do very often.

Josh blushed. "Your too kind, really...." He said shifting in his current position. "Well....I dont know...Im just ..awkward.." He said with a slight shrug. "So, you do that often? Get drunk and pass out in the street , that is" Josh said with a slight almost flirtatious grin, josh was feeling more..open, more himself i guess you could say. "So..besides singing and getting drunk...what do you do for fun..? girlfriend? or anything of the sort?" Josh then blushed, biting hi slower lip. "Sorry..I dont mean to pry...heh" He said looking out the window himself now.