Hisashi watched as Jiro rounded the corner and disappeared from sight. He sat back in his chair, a dreamy expression on his face. This was the best Valentine's Day ever! He was having a nice dinner with Jiro and even had the nerve to kiss him...life couldn't get any better than this. //I can't believe he let me kiss him! I think I'm in love...// He sighed happily and continued in his musings. //He tastes so sweet, like cherries...Or was that just my lip gloss?//

Hisashi shrugged and giggled to himself, leaning an elbow on the table. His mind unconsciously wandered to Teru and Takuro. He could still
remember how nosy they were this afternoon, and he couldn't help but feel a little bad about not telling them that Jiro was his date. //They both would probably drop dead if they knew.// Hisashi scoffed and waited. //Well, I hope they're having fun on their little night out.// He laughed, thinking of how much trouble his two friends would get into tonight.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Teru busily fanned Takuro with a giant leaf he broke off from the plant, trying to revive his friend. "Takky! Takky! Wake up!" He lightly slapped the guitarist's face a few times and Takuro groaned, slowly opening his eyes.

"Te-Ter --" the dazed man lying on the floor pointed to something behind Teru. "What? What is it?" He craned his neck around and squeaked when he saw Jiro there with a perplexed look on his face.

"Um, is he ok?" the blond asked, nodding to Takuro, who passed out again from seeing Jiro. //Don't panic, don't panic!// "Eheheh...he, uh, hit his head and um...passed out?" Teru pitifully explained and little sweatdrops appeared around his face. Hopefully, Jiro will buy the story. //Please don't recognize us, please don't recognize us. Please go away, please go away...//

Teru jumped as Jiro stooped down, peering closely at Takuro. "Honto ni?? We should get him some medical help," Jiro mumbled and stood. "Hisashi!" he called out to the man in the corner and jogged up to him, leaving Teru with Takuro.

//Ok, _now_ I'll panic!//

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

"Hisashi!"

Hisashi sat up and saw Jiro running up to the table, calling out to him. He wiped off the dreamy smile on his face and sat up in his chair. "Jiro, what's the matter?" he got up and met Jiro halfway around the table, his arms instinctively circling the other. "Those two waiters behind the plant. One of them hit his head or something and he's fainted. Could you come see?" Hisashi's brows crinkled and he slowly let go of Jiro. He made his way towards the giant potted plant.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

"Oh, shit! What am I gonna do now?! Takky!" Teru shook him roughly. "Wake up, damn you! Gah!!! Wake up, mother --"

"Do you need some help?" asked Hisashi, who came out from nowhere and was now standing over them. "Eeeeeeee!!" Teru screeched. Hisashi winced and immediately covered his and Jiro's ears. Then Teru stopped his screeching and clutched at his pounding heart. "No, no, no! We're fine -- really!" He hooked his arms around Takuro and hauled him up in a standing position, throwing Jiro and Hisashi a nervous smile.

"Are you sure you should pick him up?" Jiro asked and blinked innocently.

"Ano, sure! He's starting to wake up, so I'll-just-take-him-somewhere-else-now -- sayonara!" Teru tried to excuse himself, but Hisashi squinted and reached out to grab onto Teru's sleeve, preventing him from escaping with Takuro. "Wait a minute -- you look a bit familiar..." he cocked his head to the side and studied Teru at a different angle. "Ne, Jiro? Wouldn't he look like Teru if he didn't have that mustache and goatee?" Hisashi asked, turning to Jiro. "And doesn't the taller guy look extremely like Takuro?"

As the other's back was turned, Teru took the opportunity to yank his sleeve from Hisashi's grip and tore through the restaurant like a madman, looking for the nearest exit with Takuro slung over his shoulder. "What the --?!" Jiro exclaimed, scratching the back of his head. They watched as the strange waiter and his comatose friend bumped into several tables, finally making it to the front door and disappearing into the night. By
now, the commotion caught the patron's attentions and the man at the reservation desk came over to Hisashi and Jiro with his nose stuck up in the air.

"Excuse me, gentlemen, but I'll have to ask you to leave."

Hisashi glared at the man then looked apologetically at Jiro. "Come on, Jiro. Let's go. This place is just plain weird." They went back to the table and grabbed their things. Hisashi paid the bill, then he and Jiro walked out the door and into the parking lot toward Jiro's car.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Teru opened the car door and threw Takuro's unconscious body in the backseat. He hopped into the driver's chair then started the engine and floored it out of the parking lot, speeding onto the highway. Thoughts of Hisashi and Jiro swirled through his head as he drove closer to his home. //So...Hisashi and Jiro are seeing each other?// Teru blinked hard and tried to concentrate on driving. //And Takuro's fainted after seeing them...together.// "Jesus..." he muttered, chewing on his balled up fist.

He stole a glance at the figure sprawled all over the backseat. //Takky, why couldn't they have told us that by now that they were dating each other?// But he put the question on hold and drove the rest of the way in silence. Finally reaching his house, Teru parked Takuro's car in the driveway and stepped out, holding the bag filled with unused spy gear. //Such a waste of good gear.// He pulled out his house keys and made his way to the front door.

"Hold up," he said to himself and stopped, turning around to look at the car. "Duh! I forgot Takky!" Teru jogged back to the parked Toyota. As he opened the car door, Takuro spilled out onto the pavement and landed next to his feet. The fall didn't even jolt him out of unconsciousness. "Oi, Takuro," Teru reached down and strained to pick him up like he did before. "Help me here, ok? You're friggin' heavy."

No response, then Teru sighed. "Fine, fine. I'll try to drag you in." He was tired himself and wanted so badly to snuggle up under the covers against his pillow. Sleep...that was what he needed, to momentarily forget about tonight. After a few more useless minutes of trying to drag Takuro to the house, he half-heartedly gave up. He thought about just leaving Takuro out in the driveway and going inside to sleep but decided against it, knowing how pissed Takuro would be when he woke up. And so, he placed the bag on Takuro's stomach and grabbed onto the taller man's ankles, pulling him closer to the door with several jerks.

part 6