... d.r.e.a.m.s...




	BEEP BEEP BEEP Hisashi's alarm clock had been going off for nearly an hour when he finally opened one eye and groaned, stretching out under the sheets. He dropped his hand idly on top of his alarm, hoping that he'd aimed for the snooze button correctly. He hadn't; all he succeeded in doing was pushing the clock off his bedside table to make a loud crash on the floor. Grunting, he sat up in bed, staring at the bright sunshine just outside the window. When he finally bent over to pick up his screaming alarm clock he shrieked. The large digital numbers flashed before his eyes. 9:56. ::Oh yeah, I'll tell you something, ::I think you'll understand. ::When I'll say that something ::I want to hold your hand, ::I want to hold your hand, ::I want to hold your hand. He leapt from his bed screaming like a valleygirl with a broken nail. 9:56!! He frantically tried to make his body cooperate with his mind, but he couldn't seem to make his legs stop running about his apartment. Just as he was contemplating steering himself into a wall he slowed to a halt, breathing heavily. Think, he had to think. It was 10:00, he'd overslept. No big deal, right? Hisa took a few deep breaths as he tried to plan out his day. First thing was first, he thought, he needed a shower. Warm droplets of water cascaded down onto his face as he rushed to lather up his blue hair and wash the rest of his body at the same time. He filled his mouth with water, gargling, wondering if he had enough time. Reminding himself of the time, he rinsed his hair as fast as he could and jumped out of the shower dripping water all over his bathroom. If anyone had seen him that morning they would have been on the floor laughing hysterically at the way he acted. It was rather reminiscent of Chicken Little dashing all over the place screaming ‘the sky is falling, the sky is falling!’ ::Oh please, say to me ::You'll let me be your man ::And please, say to me ::You'll let me hold your hand. ::Now let me hold your hand, ::I want to hold your hand. Hisashi stared at the person gazing back at him in the mirror. He could see the baleful face of the clock on the wall behind him. It was already 11:30. The person he saw looking back at him was not what he wanted to see. He wanted to see the gorgeous Tonomura Hisashi of Glay, but instead he was faced with Look-at-me-I-just-rolled-out-of-bed-Hisa. He’d spent an hour playing with his hair, spraying it, gelling it, brushing it, curling it, even TEASING it and the only result he achieved was a mass of blue tangles that didn’t even remotely resemble the beautiful spikes his hair stylist seemed able to create in mere minutes. He scowled at himself. He couldn’t go outside like this. The sight of him like this might give someone a stroke and he had to look out for the welfare of his devoted fans, didn’t he? He sat there in silence for a few more minutes glaring at the clock in the reflection. It ticked away the seconds. Tick. Tock. He picked up the phone. ::And when I touch you I feel happy inside. ::It's such a feeling that my love ::I can't hide, I can't hide, I can't hide. Hey, it’s Jiro, you know what to do! beep Hisashi cursed, Jiro was probably already out, on his way to meet him. He began to panic again. He couldn’t stand Jiro up, but he didn’t want to go out in public looking like he did. In the bathroom he pulled out a box of makeup from the cupboard. He hadn’t actually put on makeup _himself_ for a very very long time. He took out a black eye-liner pencil, dark blue eye shadow, a stick of random lipstick, some blush, and some base. Hisashi leaned forward so he could see himself better. He hadn’t put on his contacts yet and he didn’t much feel like trying to wear glasses while putting on makeup. He began to apply the base to his cheeks, trying to keep it even despite the fact that he was somewhat blurry. riiiiiing The cooking timer on his stove went off suddenly. Shit! He’d set it so he wouldn’t be late. He had to leave. Now. Frantically he drew black lines around his eyes and brushed on massive amounts of eye shadow. He ran out of the bathroom as fast as he could and headed for his closet. He grabbed the first clean thing he found and ran out the door. ::Yeah, you've got that something, ::I think you'll understand. ::When I'll say that something ::I want to hold your hand, ::I want to hold your hand, ::I want to hold your hand. ring ring ring "Hi, you've reached Hisashi. Please leave your name, number, and a short message after the beep." Beep Jiro cursed himself. He'd overslept. It was almost noon already and he'd just woken up. He didn't have time to waste. "Hisa? You still there?" Nothing. "Oi, Hisa, I justwoke up.. ano.. I might be a little late, but I'll be there, don't worry." He quickly sniffed his armpits. Judging himself clean enough he threw on some deoderant, a t-shirt and some jeans and ran out the door popping an altoid into his mouth to cure his morning breath. ::And when I touch you I feel happy inside. ::It's such a feeling that my love ::I can't hide, I can't hide, I can't hide. Hisashi made it to the cafe at 12:06 judging by his watch. Jiro wasn't within sight. The first thought to occur to Hisa was that myabe Jiro had already left, but somehow he knew that he wouldn't do that to him. He adjusted the beanie on his head and pushed his sunglases up the bridge of nose to ensure that no one would recognise his face. He went inside and grabbed a newspaper to hide behind took a seat at a table for two. ::Yeh, you've got that something, ::I think you'll understand. ::When I'll feel that something Jiro peeled out of his driveway and made it to the cafe in under 2 minutes. He parked hurriedly across two spaces and ran inside, keeping an eye out for his friend. When he didn't see Hisashi anywhere he slumped down against the wall. He understood that he was late, but he'd never thought Hisashi would leave without him. Internally he chided himself. If he'd gone to sleep earlier the previous night he'd have been able to see Hisa today. "Pssst." Jiro looked around, trying to find out who was trying to get his attention. "Jiro, over here!" There was a man shrouded in shadow that was inviting him to sit. Jiro looked closer, trying to see behind the opened newspaper and dark glasses. "Hisashi?" he asked when he finally recognised the man, "What’s wrong?" He didn’t sit down at the table. "Why are you sitting there? I can barely see you, let’s go sit out in the sun and-" "NO!" Hisashi jumped up from his seat, knocking the table and splashing his coffee. "I can’t." He pulled on his hat to make sure it was covering his hair and took off his glasses. Jiro’s features were clouded with worry as he stepped up to Hisashi, looking down slightly into his face. In the darkness he could see dark circles around his eyes and what looked like a bloodied lip. "Oh my god, Hisashi, who did that to you?”" Jiro’s hand flew up to Hisashi’s cheek in a quick display of affection. He felt the anger within him well up as Hisashi looked down at the floor. Whoever had hurt his Hisa and made him feel guilty about it was going to have some definite explaining to do. "I.. I.. I did." Hisashi whimpered. Jiro couldn’t understand what he meant. He couldn’t understand WHY. Why would Hisashi hurt himself in such a way? It didn’t make any sense. Well, it didn’t make sense until Hisashi stepped out of the corner and brought his face into the light. When he realized what was going on Jiro nearly collapsed onto the floor laughing. He clutched at his stomach as he chuckled. "Oh God, Hisa, what did you do?" Hisa pouted at that and put the glasses back on. He looked really hurt. Jiro took the hint and smiled at him apologetically. "Oi, Hisa, I’m sorry I laughed," Jiro explained, "but, you have to admit, you did go a little.. overboard, didn’t you?" "I just wanted to look pretty for our first date." Hisa almost looked like he was going to cry. "It meant so much to me. See, you look perfect. You always look so good, I could never work as hard as you on my appearance. It must have taken you forever to to get ready this morning." Jiro giggled at Hisashi, "Well.." he trailed off, not quite willing to tell Hisa he'd just woke up. Instead he leaned in and gave Hisashi a tender kiss. Taking Hisashi by the hand, he led him out of the café. "Come on Hisa, Let’s go wash off your face at my place." Hisashi followed Jiro quietly, he was still hurt by Jiro's laughter. Jiro squeezed his hand reassuringly. "I like this," he said softly. Hisashi looked up at Jiro, "What?" "Holding your hand." ::I want to hold your hand, ::I want to hold your hand, ::I want to hold your hand. 10 minutes later at Jiro’s house: Jiro: HOLY FUCK! HISA, WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO TO YOUR HAIR????????