the first letter, the last letter

by Kurara

***
Part 1

Aiji walked into the studio sleepily. Last night he couldn't get to
sleep at all. His two neighbors had finally decided to get together
and spent the whole night fucking loudly next door... //And against
our joining wall...// he mused.

Jun jumped into view and grabbed his arm quickly, pulling him before
Aiji could protest. Jun stopped outside of the practice room door
and peered in, snickering. "Look Aiji! They finally got together!"

Aiji peered over Jun's shoulder and gasped as he saw Takeo and Kirito
(YES!! I WILL NOT GIVE UP ON THIS MINNA!!!) making out behind Takeo's
drumset. Aiji was still tired, however, and ended up falling on Jun,
who ended up on the floor, pulling him Aiji with himself. Aiji
groaned, but didn't get up as he was actually feeling pretty
comfortable and Jun wasn't making any effort to get up himself.

A clearing of the throat got thier attention up and they both looked
up to see Kohta looking down at them. Aiji blushed and scrambled up,
pulling Jun with him. "No screwing in the studio." Kohta winked and
walked into the practice room, only to walk back out in
disgust. "Aghh!!!" He sat on a couch and clutched at his
eyes. "THEY BURN!!!"

Jun ran over to his friend and tried to comfort the bassist. Aiji
just laughed and plopped down on a couch, tuning his guitar. Soon,
Kirito stormed in. "What are you all doing in here! We have
practice!"

Jun grinned. "Looks like you just got finished with tongue
practice!" He made "smootchie" sounds while pretending to fondle
Kohta, who just blushed the whole time.

Kirito stopped his yelling, realizing they had seen before going as
calmly as possible back to the practice room, Jun making "ooooo!"
noises. (I KNOW Jun can't be like this... so just say he's hyper
this morning ^^).

Aiji laughed lightly and walked into the practice room, giving a
thumbs up to Takeo and setting up his guitar. Kohta soon followed
with Jun on his arm. Jun smiled widely at Takeo, who blushed and
turned to Kirito for help, but Kirito was standing at the front,
waiting patiently for them to start a song.

***

"Aiji!" Jun hugged the guitarist from behind. "Let's go out for
drinks, okay?"

Aiji smiled. "Sure. I can't stand to be at home with those people
next door."

"Oh, fighting again?"

Aiji shook his head. "Worse, screwing each other's brains out."

Jun winced. "Ow!" He twirled his keys around on his finger. "Well,
if you want, you can stay at my place until they get it out of their
system."

Aiji smiled. "Thanks Jun!"

"Sure! Why don't we get your stuff to my place before we get drunk?
Then we won't have to worry about it."

Aiji nodded. "Sure thing."

***

"Make yourself at home, this won't take long." Aiji sat as he put
down his guitar and ran off to his room.

Jun sat on the couch and hugged his knees. Aiji wasn't kidding.
Loud moans and the sounds of bodies banging against the wall were
easily heard, and not easily blocked out. Luckily, Aiji told the
truth and it didn't take long. Aiji had a pillow under one arm and a
bag of clothes shoved into a shopping bag on the other. He looked at
his guitar pitifully.

Jun smiled. "I'll get it." And he lifted it up. "Iku?"

Aiji nodded. "Hai!"

***

Aiji laughed and wrapped his arms around Jun. "That... that... was
fuu... fuu..." Aiji stuck out his tongue and looked at it
quizzically with crossed eyes, as if trying to figure out why it
wasn't working properly, before taking a deep breath and trying
again. "That was fuuu... FUNNY!" Then he smiled and sat with his
hands in his lap, proud of himself.

Jun poked Aiji's head. "You're drunk!" Jun wasn't as drunk, as he
wasn't the one that insisted to see how many beers he could down in
two minutes, and so was realitively sober by this point.

Aiji pouted and breathed into Jun's face. "Do I smell drunk?"

Jun coughed. "YES!! And it stinks! Let's get you home!"

Aiji started to cry. "You don't love me anymore!" He buried his
head in his arms and started to sob.

Jun laughed. "Oh god are you gonna have a hangover tommaorow!"

Aiji sniffed and looked up into Jun's eyes. "Juuuuu... I feel
sick..." He grabbed his stomach.

"OH NO!!! Not on me!!" Jun turned Aiji's head and forced it down as
Aiji began to throw up on the floor, causing everyone to back away.
Jun rubbed Aiji's back as he got the last of the throw up out.

When Aiji was finished, he looked up with more tears as Jun wiped his
mouth with a napkin. "Juuuu... I wanna go home..."

Jun nodded and helped Aiji to stand. "Yeah, let's go. You need a
shower anyway. You stink!"

Aiji pouted. "Juuuu doesn't love me anymore..."

Jun smiled. "I still love you. You're just an idiot, that's all!"

"I'm not a... what?"

"Nothing Aiji, let's go home."

***

Aiji sat in the hot bath, hugging his knees, much more sober now that
he'd thrown up at the bar and twice more in Jun's toliet. He rested
his chin on the top of his knees and sighed, the beginnings of a
headache starting. //I'm in Jun's apatto...// he looked
around. //It's nice... like Jun...// Aiji cocked his
head. //Like... Jun? When did I start associating nice with Jun?//
He blinked. //Well, Jun IS nice. He's a good friend.// Aiji nodded
and closed his eyes. //Very nice...//

***

Jun knocked on the bathroom door. "Aiji! Are you alright? You've
been in there for over an hour!" No response. "Aiji... I'm coming
in, okay?" Jun slowly opened the door and saw Aiji in the tub,
asleep. Jun sighed and put a hand to Aiji's forehead. "Hot..." he
mumbled before shaking Aiji. "Aiji... Aiji-chan... Aiji... you have
to get up..."

Jun bit his lip. Aiji didn't seem like he was going to get up any
time soon. "Oh Aiji..." Jun got out a robe and a towel and lifted
Aiji out. Aiji started showing some conciousness, and luckily was
able to keep himself somewhat upright as Jun dried him.

"Jun... I'm dizzy..."

"You fell asleep in the tub, Aiji. It's probably from the heat."
Aiji nodded and after Jun put the robe on him, hugged the other
guitarist. "Aiji?"

"I'm jealous..."

"Of who?"

Aiji pouted. "Takeo and Kirito..."

Jun smiled. "How come? You should be happy for them."

Aiji shook his head. "I am... but I'm jealous too..."

"Why?"

Aiji looked down. "Because I want love too..."

Jun felt as though he'd been stabbed. //Aiji feels unloved?!// He
bit his lip and held onto the other guitarist. "Aiji..."

Aiji started to cry into Jun's shoulder. "I want somebody, Jun, I
want SOMEone... ANYone so bad... it... it hurts... I don't care if
they hurt me... I don't care if they abuse me... I... I just
want..." Aiji couldn't speak anymore as the tears came harder.

//He's drunk! He has to be! Aiji knows he's loved!// Jun helped
Aiji get to the bed and he laid him down. Thinking the other
guitarist was asleep, Jun started to walk away when he heard Aiji
start to cry again. "Aiji?"

"Now even you're leaving me..." Aiji sobbed and hugged the pillow.

Jun shook his head. "No, Aiji-chan, I'm not leaving..." he hurriedly
took off his shirt and went into the bed. "I'm here..." He wrapped
his arms around Aiji. "I'm here... don't cry..."

Aiji nodded againt Jun's chest as he cried himself to sleep. Jun
sighed. //Aiji...// he stroked Aiji's hair, looking into the pained
face. //It hurts, you know? I can't even tell you how I feel...//
Jun kissed Aiji's forehead and fell off into sleep himself.

***

to be continued...

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