Heyya ppl! Oh God… It's been so long since I've updated… but I've been seriously busy… started college… and my exam results? Wheeee! I would say that I passed with flying colours… So well… uh… here's the continuation…
How in hell did they convince me to come?
The techno music was booming in the club and people were all mashed together like canned sardines. It was generally dark in there with some colourful neon lights rotating, illuminating the people on the dance floor. The crowd danced wildly and lots of couples were getting pretty steamy.
Yuki Eiri sat with Sakano and K at one corner of the club. The rest had left them sitting in the booth and joined in the madness. None of them spoke at all except for that one time when Sakano had exclaimed with a red face, "That, that, those two kids! What, what are they DOING?"
And K had answered, "Looks good, eh? Want me to show you how the pros do it?"
And Sakano's nose bled. "Uh, urm, no. No, thank you." A few seconds later, he excused himself to go to the washroom.
"So now it's only you and me, Yuki-san," K commented.
Yuki did not reply. He did not even glance at the American blonde. He just stared ahead without really looking at anything.
"I'm getting another." K tapped the side of his empty glass three times -making 'clink' noises- to indicate that what he meant was to get another drink.
Still staring ahead, Yuki replied with a simple, "'kay."
"Anything I can get for you?"
This time the psychologist turned to look at the manager of Bad Luck. "….. yeah….. you can get lost….."
K grinned. He knew that Yuki did not mean it; did not really mean it anyway. And Yuki knew that K knew that. Then Yuki continued, "Thanks… but no thanks…"
"Awrite, mister." And with that K walked away in the direction of the bar, pushing through the crowd and shooting some people while he was at it.
So now Yuki Eiri was alone. He returned to staring at nothing in particular. His eyes roamed around the place and stopped on a group of people on the dance floor. He was watching one person in that group particularly- the relevantly short guy who wore a pair of nerdy black-rimmed glasses and a silly jester's hat. Some of the said person's magenta hair peeked underneath the hat.
Yuki's mind travelled back to what he had heard that afternoon. It would never have occurred to him that Tohma might actually have anything to do with Shindou Shuichi's…. problems. And now… his brother-in-law was actually the guy pulling all the strings? What more are you gonna do, Seguchi Tohma? Then his mind drifted to a memory not long ago…..
……and his head started to hurt.
"You okay?" a gentle voice asked.
The blonde looked up. "Ryu," he stated shortly.
Sakuma Ryuichi slid into the booth across to the psychologist. He wore a similar pair of spectacles to the one Shuichi had on, but instead of a goofy hat, Ryuichi was wearing a cap. "You okay?" he asked again.
"… yeah…" Yuki turned his body so that his face was then facing the famous singer-turned-actor. "Didn't realize you were standing there," he said while rubbing his temples slowly with his eyes closed.
The dark green haired man smiled. "Wanna talk?" Ryuichi asked after he took a sip from his glass of daiquiri.
Yuki opened his right eye. "What about?"
"Anything you want," Ryuichi replied. "Or we can just sit…."
The blonde made a soft noise suggesting that he did not mind doing any one of them. Both individuals did not say anything after that, and Yuki turned his head slightly to watch the crowd on the dance floor again. Really he was actually looking at a certain weirdo who was a famous band leader undercover.
"You don't like guys… anymore," Ryuichi suddenly remarked.
Yuki turned his head back and looked at the small-built man. He raised an eyebrow.
"That was the reason a few years back," the legendary singer added.
The blonde did not say anything to that statement. Instead he leaned his head back and stared at the dark painted ceiling high above.
While taking another sip of his drink, Ryuichi propped his head up with his free hand. Putting the glass on the table but still holding it loosely, he asked, "You've changed your mind?"
At this the psychologist's glance was back to Ryuichi. "What makes you think that?"
Ryuichi grinned mischievously. "Dunno. Just a feeling."
And they went back to silence again. Ryuichi pulled out Kumagoro (from God knows where) and placed him on the table, right in front of Yuki. Kumagoro said in a funny voice, "He's a great guy you know."
Pretending to look 'into' the black-bead eyes of the stuffed bunny, Yuki enquired, "Who is?"
The pink bunny replied in a singsong voice, "Shu-i-chi."
Looking up to the bunny's owner's face, Yuki said carefully, "Your point…?"
"… nothing." Ryuichi drank the last drop of his daiquiri and played with the bright blue ribbon tied around Kumagoro's neck. After a while he kept the bunny and started speaking again. "Just ask him out…"
Yuki kept quiet. He did not indicate that he was going to say anything.
"… or anyone else for that matter. What are you so afraid of?"
"Why are you telling me all of these?" Yuki snapped, irritated.
Ryuichi was not surprised at the tone of the other man; he knew that he was provoking the blonde. But he decided to stop. Glancing away, the former lead singer of Nittle Grasper saw Shuichi waving energetically at him. Ryuichi grinned and waved back just as vigorously. After another few more minutes of quietness at the table, Ryuichi at length opened his mouth once more. "I just want to see you happy, Eiri… I couldn't make you… and I hope you find someone who could…" And with that he stood up to join Shuichi and the others.
But before Ryuichi could take more than a single step, Yuki had taken hold of his right wrist. "Wait."
Ryuichi looked at his captured hand and then at the face of the capturer.
"I… Ryu… I didn't mean…"
With a smile Ryuichi had cut in, "I know you don't mean to be mean." Then he leaned over to give a kiss, but his cap got in the way. Laughing softly, he took out the Nike cap, revealing his greenish-brown hair. Then he leaned again to place his lips onto Yuki's. The blonde did not evade.
In the West a kiss (excluding the French kiss of course) does not have to be something that is done only between couples- it is also a gesture to simply show someone that you care. And the kiss they shared was that simple gesture.
It was a quick kiss. But some people did not understand that. From the dance floor, a pair of eyes looked away with hurt. And also somewhere in the shadows…
CLICK
"Aahhh… that was fun! Ne, YuKi-SeNSei?" Shindou Shuichi was drunk.
Nakano Hiroshi had refused to let his best friend ride on the motorbike with him, narrating the night when a drunken Shuichi had tickled him mercilessly on the way back to the singer's home. They very nearly (Hiro had emphasized the word 'very') got into an accident; and the drunken boy had giggled while his long haired buddy thought he was going to have a heart attack. The next day, Shuichi had forgotten all about the incident.
Ryuichi's means of 'transport' was also drunk. The actor in the end decided to bring both Tatsuha and the younger man's bike back to the hotel he was staying in. Hiro had warned him that it was dangerous and Yuki was also a little sceptical about Ryuichi controlling a motorbike, but the older man had just laughed.
The keyboardist of Bad Luck was taking the train and he too, like Hiro, felt that a drunken Shuichi was a dangerous Shuichi. "Besides," Fujisaki Suguru had said, "the route I'm taking is the opposite of his."
Sakano had excused himself and gone home long before. His nose was bleeding too much.
K… well K could actually send Shuichi home. But the man had wanted to shoot the boy's head to make him shut up.
And so the magenta haired boy had ended up in a sleek expensive car which he was quite familiar with by then. It was the first time Yuki had had to handle an immature Shuichi. The lead singer of Bad Luck was kind of opening up to the psychologist; he was showing the blonde his true self. Or maybe it's just because he's drunk. Before, the boy had been… polite, in a way. They both had treated each other more like strangers.
"Ne, ne, YuKi! It was sooooo funny! I thought, I thought Tatsuha was you, and, and, at the, the, the club… at the club, it was dark right? Right? And, and, he couldn't see, I mean, I mean of course he could see me, but because it was dark so he couldn't see see me! And, and, he thought I was Ryuuuuuuu-channnnnnn!" It between silly giggles Shuichi managed to ask, "Isn't that FuNnYyyy?"
"I thought you knew my brother…" Yuki said.
"I told youuu! I've never met him, I, I heard his name from, from, wassaname? Oh yeah, Mika-chan! HeY! Mika-chan's your sister toooooooo!"
Yuki tried to ignore the deafening tone of his passenger.
"Oh, oh, something else happened, it was, it was, was funny, funnier!" Shuichi started giggling again with hiccups in between.
Yuki tried to ignore the annoying silly laughter.
"Don't you wanna know what, what happened?"
"No," was the curt reply.
"Aww, don't be like that! Ask me!"
"Ask you what?" the blonde answered.
"Ask me what happened!"
"But I don't want to know what happened."
"UWAAAAAAAAAAAAA……"
Yuki tried to ignore the fact that he even had a passenger sitting beside him.
"……WAAAAA! YUKI BAD! BAD, BAD, BAD!"
"FINE! WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED BACK THERE?" Yuki shouted, his hands leaving the steering wheel in frustration. The car swerved to the right a little and nearly got out of control. "SHIT!"
Shuichi, oblivious to what had happened or something that might have happened, giggled for quite some time. "Tatsuha, Tat-chan, he, he……"
Yuki who had calmed down a little said, "Yes? He…?"
"He, he and me… me…"
"YOU GUYS WHAT?"
Silence.
Yuki turned to look. The brat was asleep! "Hey, wake up! I don't know where you live!"
Silence.
With a sigh, Yuki stepped on the accelerator and drove back to his place. He did not realize he had hummed a random tune all the way.
All right people… I need help… well not exactly help… but… since I'm going to be busy with more assignments and stuff… I would really be happy if you guys would tell me whether you want me to continue or not… Cuz if no one's actually reading this anymore… then I wouldn't want to waste my time now would I?
Tell me okay?
Ja ne!