HOW TO WOO MEN

by Nika

Pairing: Aiji x... Kohta x... Kiritox...
Everyone seems to fancy someone else...

Mou, how did that happen?

More of the confused pierrot-chan-tachi. But at least Kohta seems to work
out something ^_^
Dedicated to j-chan *glomps the poor thing*, cee and Candice.
And the always lovely ans supportive Hikari.


7.
When Kirito returned with the promised pants, Aiji had already tried to get
rid of the rice sticking on his face, but it clung to his lashes.
"Aw, Kirito, you're going to pay for this!", he mumbled, when he saw the
rice peeling from the face of the singer, he smiled none the less. Reaching
out, he dusted off some flakes from the tiny nose and smiled tenderly.
"You're such a dork, leader..."
Kirito's smile was sad instead of angry, before he handed the pants to the
guitarist, saying: "Get changed, I'll make some Onigiri."
"Better get cleaned first, Kirito. It clings to my lashes like glue."
"The first houses in Japan were build with rice as mortar."; Kirito said in
a strangely tight tone. Aiji raised a skeptical eyebrow: "Really?"
"Nah, just kidding."
He suddenly felt a long finger caressing his cheek and heard Aiji's voice
from somewhere, like through thick fog: "But it helped to give you soft
skin for sure..."
The soothing touch disappeared, leaving Kirito craving for more, Aiji
vanished to get changed, while the singer touched his face to still the
tingling feeling left there.
After some time, the singer took a deep, determined breath and returned to
the task of joining rice and fish into a triangle form, regaining his
normal frame of mind with doing so.
Returning to the kitchen, Aiji felt silly with the short pants on, but was
smiling, since he had finally gotten rid of the remaining rice on his face.
He found a selection of really delicious looking Onigiri waiting for him
together with a still rice covered singer.
"Wow!", he commented on the finished triangles, "And you're still covered
with rice... Jeez, you wanted to help me first? You'll really be a good
husband, Kirito." He then ushered the band-leader into the bath-room: "Now
get yourself cleaned up, okay? You've sacrificed enough to save my
love-life today."
"I thought it was balm for my skin...", Kirito said in a flat tone, earning
a short laugh from his friend.
"You're really a dork," Aiji left the bath-room: "But a wonderful dork."
A small smile spread on Kirito's face: "Wonderful?"

When Kirito returned, Aiji had cleaned the kitchen a little and was eating
an apple while doing so.
[If my stupid brother really falls for Aiji, I should tell him, that to
keep Aiji happy he has to provide fresh fruit. I wonder if any of his
groupies ever knew that...]
The guitarist smiled upon seeing the cleaned face.
"Much better. Can't believe you really like fish on your face."
"Maybe I can grow some there", the singer joked, making his friend snort.
"Stop it. So, should we bring this Onigiri over to him?"
"I will be your messenger of love", Kirito batted his lashes at Aiji again,
who rolled his eyes.
"Some cupid you are! Okay, get the food there. I wonder if he will really
like them."
Kirito crossed his arms before his chest: "Aiji, you seem to mistaken me
with someone who hasn't known him the longest out of us all."
"True."
"See? Leave it to me!", another heroic pose made Aiji smile despite the
worry about the future of his love-life.
Kirito took his car-keys and stuffed the Onigiri neatly into a very
traditional looking bento-box, the sort Aiji would have never in his
wildest dreams thought available in Kirito's household.
Afterwards there was an innocent folded piece of paper, Kirito placed it on
the box carefully, before he wrapped it in a bento-cloth. He did that like
an old pro, again the guitarist was baffled.
"Didn't know you could do all of that ...traditional stuff", he admitted
freely getting an arrogant smile from the leader:
"There's is still some mystery about me then?"
Aiji laughed out loud, before Kirito headed for the door: "Cupid is out on
a love mission. Wait here for me, Aiji, let's eat the left-overs afterwards."
Aiji blushed, known for his bottomless stomach, but after the singer had
left, he looked around, seeing the masses of left food. "Some left-overs.
Seems like he planned to feed me anyway."
Shrugging he entered Kirito's living-room, grabbing the guitar he knew was
standing there always and started fiddling with the strings.


Kirito entered his brother's apartment complex, carrying the bento-box with
care.
He rang the bell and waited patiently for his brother to appear. But he didn't.
[Eh? I was so sure, he would be here. I thought he would be gaming with
Takeo and Jun, didn't he tell me so yesterday?!]
Sighing he placed the box in front of the door, looked if the note was
still safely hidden, before he left the building.
Then he remembered calling Jun the night before to get his advice for the
content of that very short love-letter.

**
"No! No! No no no no no!"; Jun cried out, "Not again! What am I? Some sort
of love-letter ghostwriter? No way! Not this time, Kirito."
"But Jun, don't you want to see two lovers united?", Kirito asked with his
most innocent and soothing voice.
"Maybe, but I surely don't want to write any more letters. I'm not the one
in love here. And if I go on writing these letters, I won't have any words
left for the time I may need them. And even more I'd like to see you
stopping your slave-driver voice."
[Jun knows me too well...], Kirito thought, faking an amused laugh.
"Stop that Kirito!"
"But Jun, I really need your help here and no one else is able to do it",
the singer pleaded.
"What about Aiji?"
"Nah, he's not too romantic. Can't you see what he would say?"
"His declaration of love would probably be: 'I know where my bedroom is,
want me to show it to you?' ", Jun giggled, Kirito feeling an evil smile
creeping onto his lips. Jun was amused, a good first step.
"See? That's why I need your help."
"What about Takeo?"
"He thinks much too rational. He'd probably write: 'We're both single and
feel attracted to each other, so we should be together as a consequence.' "
"Sounds good to me"; Jun laughed. "Take that, won't you?"
"Nah, not really the stuff Kohta likes, I guess." Kirito imagined Kohta,
the "I am such a cool manly man", getting weak knees when confronted with
the right words and grinned.
"Since when have I become the love-expert of the group?", Jun wondered
aloud, when Kirito remained silently musing.
"Don't know, but you are. Concerning love-letters that is."
Jun snorted: "If I help you with this stupid letter, you won't ever bother
me again with such matchmaking stuff?", his voice was sly and Kirito frowned.
"But you're so brilliant at the mushy stuff..." the singer whined, making
Jun laugh aloud.
"Hey, you're our hero of words. Think of something, okay?"
Kirito interrupted: "No it's okay. I won't bother you again, this is the
last time, I promise, Kirito honor."
Jun voice remained skeptical: "Really?"
"Really."
"On you bike?"
"Jun...!"
"don't try to stall, on your bike?"
"...yes..."
"Mah, Kirito. I can't believe you made me give in to you again."
Kirito knew he had won.
***

"I'm back!" Aiji heard from the direction of the door.
"And? What did he say?", the tall guitarist started to nibble his fingers
nervously.
The singer shrugged: "He wasn't there. He will find them when he enters his
apartment later."
Aiji's look grew lost and little sparks of hope were dancing along with the
fear of crushing because of flying too high.
[How very much Aiji], the singer thought and tried to urge out a naughty
smile: "Now, would you like to eat something? Taste the food of love, so to
say?"
The words "eat" and "food" normally serves to cheer up the tall man's mood,
even this time Aiji managed a sweet smile at his friend: "Well, if it
brings him to like me... Maybe it makes me like you?", he joked in a small
voice. "There has to be a reason for simple Onigiri suddenly being called
love-food. I certainly hope, you haven't added some sort of aphrodisiac?"
Kirito didn't answer.
"Kirito?! You haven't, have you?"
The singer chuckled evilly, making Aiji roll his eyes: "You almost had me
fooled."
"Sorry", the singer nodded towards the kitchen. "Shall we dig in?"
Aiji nodded enthusiastically and followed the smaller man.
[Dig in? That means, I eat and he watches because of his stupid diet.],
Aiji thought and smiled none the less.
The food was delicious and, much to the opposite of Aiji's prediction,
Kirito ate quite a lot, enthralled in jokes and smiles.

Elsewhere Jun and Kohta arrived at the bassist's apartment door.
"Look!", Jun pointed to the fancy surprise sitting on the floor, somehow
looking very inviting. With a raised eyebrow, Kohta picked it up and
unlocked the door, so they could enter.
"Who may it be from?", the blonde bassist mumbled, while he shuffled into
the living-room area.
"Secret admirer?", Jun grinned and watched amused when his friend carefully
began to open the knot.
"...secret who?", the blonde man was already absorbed in the task of
opening the wonderful looking wrapping. A card appeared.
"The love-letter, remember?", the smirk on Jun's face couldn't have been
broader, when he saw Kohta's eyes light up with pleased recognition.
"Her?", he asked in a hopeful tone, somehow boyish.
"Who else?", Jun snickered, enjoying to see his friend all excited and
flushed. With finger turned knots Kohta opened the card, reading each word
with care, eyes slowly beginning to shine brighter. Jun wondered where he
had learned what words would fit to woo Kohta's mind.
A silly smile spread on the bassist's slips and he looked up at his friend
happily: "It's her. Can you believe it?"
"Wow, you're such a lucky guy, Kohta-kun."
[Lucky to have a brother who cares enough to make me write stupid
love-letters. A brother who wants to see you happy], he thought dryly.
Kohta had proceeded and opened the bento-box.
"Onigiri!", the blonde man called out in blissed surprise.
[Kirito has really outdone himself with this one!], Jun thought and also
peered inside of the box. The triangle rice-snacks looked really delicious.
[Okay, I'll help you to make your brother happy, Kirito. Now it's time to
let this man woo for himself.]
The guitarist looked into his friends eyes, trying to muster as much
seriousness and courage as possible and said firmly: "Maybe it's time to
spill the beans?"
Kohta's look was very puzzled.
"After all, she sent you love-letters and food. Really, what more could you
ask for? You should ask her out", Jun nodded the whole time to encourage
this point.
"Ask her...out?"
"Un. Doesn't have to be too romantic, you know, but do something. You know
she likes billiards. Go and see a movie together, anything."
The blonde bassist remained frozen.
"Oh, please. I know you've done this before. Get a grip, okay?" A little
impatience had sneaked inside Jun's voice.
"But...this is not just...any girl..." Kohta stuttered and went pale.
"I know. But the electricity is there, so let it spark!" the smaller man
said and scolded himself: [Man, that was lees than pathetic. Jun, you wrote
far too many of those mind-boggling love-letters.]
But Kohta seemed hopeful to that statement: "You mean she really wants to?"
"Yes, that is what I think."
"But how, I mean, how do I reach her? I don't know where she lives, her
phone-number or even her email-address."
Smiling like he had taken some very good drugs, Jun patted Kohta's
shoulder: "Don't worry. Remember where we always meet her?"
"Photo-shootings?", Kohta asked.
"Exactly. And when is our next?" The bassist was almost certain that there
was triumph in Jun's voice. A look of sudden enlightenment crossed the
younger musician's face: "Jun, you're a genius! It's tomorrow!"
The guitarist felt a bit silly being called a genius since it hadn't been
his idea originally to have their pics taken the next day, but none the
less he made a encouraging nod.
"So, you're going to ask her out?", he inquired, just to make sure this
whole love-letter-writing and pulling-all-nighters to do that business
would finally be over and his friend would be falling into the arms of a
lovely passionate relationship.
[I have to tell Kirito that all of his efforts finally took effect], he
thought, when Kohta suddenly started to babble about the cute curve of
Wickey's small behind. He tried to stifle a giggle, listening to his friend
jumping off from the cliff of reason and diving in deep into the mysterious
waters of affection.



tbc

Not long now ...
Hope you enjoyed.

Nika




to be continued

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