"AAAAARRRRGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
The birds flew out of their trees as Teru's frustrated scream echoed through the neighborhood and deep into the night.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
"Was Teru home, Hisashi?" Jiro asked,
while looking at the dark stretch of road ahead. "His answering machine
came on, but I think he was busy and
couldn't pick up the phone."
"Oh...ok," replied Jiro, who turned to face Hisashi as he drove
closer to Teru's house. Hisashi momentarily glanced at Jiro's sweet face,
which was
practically glowing under the light of the moon, and sighed, reaching
out to play with the soft strands of Jiro's hair. "Dont worry; I
know they'll both be
there, then we can finally talk with them." Jiro nodded.
"Hisashi?"
"Yes, koi?" he picked up a rose from the bouquet, broke off the stem, and neatly tucked it behind Jiro's ear.
"I...I'm scared. What if Teru and Takuro don't accept us anymore? I'll never be able to face them again." Hisashi's brow creased and he slowly pulled the car over to the side of the street. He stared at Jiro, noting how vulnerable the other looked, and the urge take him in is arms and comfort him overruled every other emotion. "Jiro, if you have doubts, then I'll turn back around now. But I want you to know this -- I could care less about what Teru and Takuro will think. All I need is you."
Jiro's eyes brimmed with tears of happiness and he fell into Hisashi's
waiting arms, burying his face into his chest. "Hisashi, I don't
know what I would do without you..." Hisashi smiled, his hand moving
under Jiro's chin to tilt his face up for an innocent kiss, much like
the one they shared at the restaurant. "Hisashi," Jiro paused,
after finishing their kiss, "how much longer until we get to Teru's
place?" Hisashi grinned and wiped the tears from Jiro's eyes, giving
him a small peck on the cheek, completely understanding that his lover
had decided to face Teru and Takuro afterall. He pulled the car back onto
the street and set off toward's Teru's house again.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Teru pulled at his hair then pounded his fists into the carpet, looking a lot like a toddler with a temper tantrum. He smacked his forehead and crawled over to Takuro, who laid limp just a few feet away from him. //Dammit! If I'd just gotten to the phone before he hung up! _Now_ what am I gonna do?!?!//
He looked down at his tired body and grimaced at his disheveled self. His waiter disguise! He looked at Takuro and squeaked, "Yikes!" Teru started to chew on his nails. They were still wearing the disguises from the restaurant! //Omigod! They'll surely recognize us if we're still in these uniforms!!//
"Oh, what to do, what to do..." he pondered out loud and racked
his brains for an idea. Then the seemingly most logical solution popped
up in his head. //I have to hurry up and change our clothes!// Teru smiled
triumphantly and began pulling off his bow tie. He tried to stand up again,
but it was no use because his legs were still stubbornly asleep. After
removing the tie, his fingers quickly worked their way down the buttons
of his shirt and then he reached down to pull off his shoes.
Teru stripped off the shirt and threw it across the room before looming
over Takuro's unconscious body and beginning to undo his shirt buttons,
one by one. //Damn, I can't work at this angle at all!// It took all the
strength he had to maneuver himself into a sitting position on top of
Takuro. As soon as that was accomplished, his hands flew over each button,
easily undoing them until he got to the last one. //Stupid button!// Teru
pulled at the button for a while, almost ripping it off from the shirt.
"That's it," he growled and bent over to take the small, pearly
button between his teeth, his hands gripping the fabric
of the shirt.
"You are coming off!"
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Hisashi shut off the engine and he and Jiro
stepped out the car, walking toward Teru's driveway. As they made their
way to the front door, Hisashi
noticed Takuro's crud-up of a Toyota haphazardly parked halfway on the
lawn and the driveway. //O_O Hmm, maybe they _did_ go drinking...// He
shrugged to himself and continued walking on with Jiro. They finally reached
the door, but Hisashi hesitated to knock. He looked to Jiro again for
approval and the blond nodded.
He took a deep breath and steeled himself for the inevitable. //Ok, Hisashi.
No formalities; you're just going to barge in there and tell them about
you and Jiro.// Hisashi took hold of the knob and twisted it, surprised
at finding it unlocked. Nevertheless, he boldly pushed the door open and
marched right in with his head held high. "Teru! Takuro! I want you
two to know something -- eh?" Hisashi was greeted with the sight
of a half-naked Teru straddled on top of an equally undressed Takuro.
He gulped and started hyperventilating. Teru looked up from his task of
removing Takuro's shirt after hearing a voice coming from the door. And
he spotted Hisashi in front of him.
"Eee!! It's not what you think! Honest!" Teru stammered and
desperately tried to climb off Takuro, who was still out cold and oblivious
to all that was
happening. Hisashi rubbed at his eyes, and it finally registered in his
mind at what he was witnessing.
It looked like, like -- they walked in on Teru and Takuro while they were fooling around!
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Teru felt like he was in the deepest bowels
of Hell, and that Satan himself was poking his ass with a _very_ sharp
pitchfork. //God, this is so fucked
up...// "Eee!! It's not what you think! Honest!" This...was
definitely not -- I repeat -- _not_ how he imagined how things would turn
out. He stared dumbfounded at Hisashi, who started making strange choking
noises, and bit his lip. //Man, I don't think I'll be able to live this
down...//
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Hisashi paled and continued to hyperventilate, then Jiro quickly appeared behind him to see what was wrong. "Hisa, what's the ma -- hello!" The blond looked absolutely like a deer caught in headlights as he stared on at the awkward sight. His hands automatically flew up to cover his eyes and he grabbed onto Hisashi's arm, pulling him back to the door. "Wai! So sorry, guys! We didn't know that we'd be uh...interrupting something."
Teru turned beet-red and laughed nervously, finally managing to roll off
Takuro with an audible 'plop.'
"Uuuuhhhh..." a moan escaped Takuro's lips as he slowly awoke
from his slumber. "What's going on...?" he blinked and carefully
propped himself up with an elbow. Jiro meekly waved at him from the door,
a cheeky little grin plastered on his face. By now, Hisashi stopped hyperventilating
and calmed down, also settling for a little wave directed at the leader
of Glay. Takuro looked at them and then at Teru, who had a large piece
of cloth gripped in the hand. His eyes drifted down to himself and to
the tattered remains of his shirt. Without any warning, he screamed and
passed out...for the fourth time.
Then silence reigned over the three remaining members.
Hisashi felt the need to...minimalize the awkardness in the room. He looked around and spied something unusual on the kitchen counter. //What's that furry thing over there?// Next, he scanned the floor area and saw pieces of cloth that looked really much like ties...bow ties, to be exact. //Hmm...// Hisashi faked a yawn and spoke after a few minutes of silence, "Well, look at the time! We'd better get going! See you tomorrow!"
"And don't have _too_ much fun, ne? You wanna be able to wake up
for practice tomorrow!" Jiro added playfully with a wink before being
shoved out the door by Hisashi. The door clicked shut behind them, leaving
Teru and Takuro alone once again.
Teru sat there for a moment, then absently moved his legs around, finding
that the blood in his legs had began circulating again. He wobbled to
his feet and strutted off into his bedroom, pulling off his pants at the
same time until he was clad only in his boxers. Takuro can just stay on
the floor for all he cared... He crawled under the comforter of his massive
sized bed and snuggled up against his pillow, sighing into the soft, feather-packed
mound.
He just wished he'd be able to wake up from this nightmare the next morning.