I stirred slighty, slowly cracking open one eyelid and sighed. Mmm, is it morning already? I couldn't really tell, since there were no windows in the room to let in the sunlight. But who cares? I was perfectly fine with where I was -- lying in his arms, listening to the rhythmic heartbeat underneath me, the gentle exhale of his breath on my hair...Ah, I make myself sick with all this sap I'm exuding. //It doesn't seem too early...I'll just catch a few more winks.// So I closed my eyes and drifted off to sleep again, feeling safe and secure in Hisashi's embrace.
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Well, Takuro looked like hell when I picked
him up for practice this afternoon. Still complaining about his hangover...
Poor guy. I smirked. "Well,
just stop me, Teru, if I'm going to drink _that_ much next time. Oh, god,
I've been taking headache pills all morning and I feel so sick and --
hey, are you listening to me?" I didn't miss a beat. Besides, I'm
the master, when it came to dealing with Takuro.
"Of course I'm listening, Takuro. Just go on with what you were saying."
Oh, sure -- I'm listening. Yeah, listening to the radio, if that's what you mean. But, he continues anyway. Count on Takuro to be totally oblivious when he's ranting.
"So, I've been taking these pills all morning and they're not even showing signs of working. I mean, why would they call them headache pills if they don't work? Medicine is such a..."
And the rest faded off somewhere, never to return to my ears again. Ok, now I'll just concentrate on my song instead, but I know this won't work forever. The KinKi Kids can get on your nerves after a while... I grimaced. I just hope there's not a lot of traffic today.
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I woke up for the second time today, feeling slightly groggy, and blinked up to see Hisashi smiling warmly down at me. //God, I love that smile.// His hands were gently caressing my back and I sighed, burying my face into the crook of my neck, fully contented to be with him.
"Jiro?" he asks, trying to get my attention.
"Hai?" I answered, still nuzzling
at him and making sickeningly sweet mewing noises. I guess Hisashi really
brings out the side of me that I -- quite
frankly -- didn't know I had.
"It's getting later. How 'bout we get cleaned up and dressed?"
I thought about it for a moment then snuggled next to his side, wrapping my arms around him. "No," I said stubbornly. "I don't wanna..." I gave him my best pout, but just he leant over me and kissed it away. Did you see that? Now he even knows how to get past my best weapon!
"C'mon, Jiro. Don't you remember about practice today? In the studio?"
Huh? Practice...? Oh, I completely forgot
about practice! I glanced down at my wristwatch -- 12:58PM. Dammit! And
practice is supposed to be at 1PM! That's in -- what? TWO minutes?! Knowing
Takuro, the Prince of Perfection, he probably wouldn't miss practice for
the world. I reluctantly rolled off Hisashi and stood a little wobbly
on my feet, searching for my clothes. I turn around to him, seeing him
sit up and yawn and I realize that we're both still so very naked. I blushed
and jerked my head away, hurriedly spotting my shirt from across the room
and my pants crumpled up on the floor. I snatched them up and slipped
on my jeans, not even thinking about the underwear I lacked. I was too
busy to think, anyway. Then I heard sounds of clothing rustling behind
me and felt gentle fingers brushing the hair away from the back of my
neck. Hisashi leant forward, his chest rubbing up against my bare back,
and kissed and nibbled at my exposed neck. //Wow, somehow, this all seems
_very_ familiar...Heheheh...// I sigh and bring his arms around my waist.
"And I thought _you_ wanted to get dressed," I smirked and chuckled, swinging my shirt around in one hand.
"What's the matter? Can't I change my mind?" he asked me teasingly.
"I guess," I grinned and reached back, feeling up his covered buttocks. Damn, he put on his underwear already? I turned myself around in his embrace and bent over slightly, kissing the tip of his nose.
"My, you're playful in the afternoon," he comments while pinching my cheek.
"Look who's talking, Mister!" I rubbed at my cheek and gestured to his arms, which were still wound tightly around me.
Hisashi smiled and took the oppurtunity to
seal his lips to mine, his hands moving up to tangle themselves in my
hair and to keep me from breaking the kiss. I wrapped my arms around small
body, pulling myself even closer until I could feel his stiffening sex
that laid hidden underneath his boxers pressing up against my stomach.
I gasped, feeling the hardness moving down to tantalizingly rub at my
thigh. He led me back to the other side of the room and threw me onto
the couch. So much strength coming from such a small frame... I found
myself getting excited at the prospect of being the utterly submissive
uke, completely under his control. He straddles my hips and bends down
shower my chest with tiny kisses and love
bites. I whimpered and repeatedly moaned out his name as he continued
to assault me with his incredible lips and tongue.
"Oh, Hisa! Hisashi! Motto! Mot --" But then he claps a hand over my mouth. What the hell?!
"Shhh!" he tells me and removes his hand from my pouting mouth. "I think I heard someone talking outside." He quietly climbs off me and I sit up, trying to listen for the voices he warned me about. What the hell is he talking about? I don't hear a thing!
"Hisashi, I don't hear anything..." Then I heard a loud laugh through the dressing room door. We both froze, fearing that someone, perhaps those damned janitors, would open the door at that moment and catch us with each other in our state of undress. Man, then we'd _really_ have some questions to answer... I shuddered at the thought. //Somehow, that laugh did seem familiar.// Hisashi then hands me my shirt, telling me to quickly put it on. I did as he said and stole another glance at my watch. It read 1:10PM... I think Teru and Takuro are in the studio.
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I laughed at Takuro as he stumbled past me and down the hallway, bumping into the water fountain near the wall. He's still complaining about that massive headache of his and how medicine was all a 'crock'...Thank goodness that the roads were pretty clear today or else I would've gone crazy listening to him...or the KinKi Kids for that matter. Well, I'm just glad that we made it to rehearsal on time. Leave it to Takuro to stick by what he says. I, on the other hand, still think that it was a bad idea to even come in today. I doubt that our dutiful leader can even clearly read the sheet music that he himself wrote. I find myself laughing while imagining that whole scenario:
>Takuro: Ara? I wrote this stuff? I can't even read it! Oh, no! I've gone illiterate! NNNOOO!!!<
I laughed again and slapped my knee. Boy, I crack myself up... But then out of the blue, my mind wandered to something else that was bugging me. //Gee, I wonder where Hisashi and Jiro are. I could've sworn that both of their cars were already in the lot...// I made a mental note to myself to find them later. Shaking my head, I ran up to Takuro as he stepped into the practice room. "Takuro, why don't we just cancel practice for this once?" He turned around and fixed me with his lazy eye. Eww...I hated it when he did that.
"We are NOT cancelling practice just
because I'm feeling a little weird, all right? Now, where the heck are
Hisashi and Jiro? I wanna start practice."
Takuro dazedly walked around, looking for his guitar which was leaning
on the stand right in front of him. I rolled my eyes and steered him in
the right direction.
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By now, we were both almost dressed and ready to go. I couldn't help myself from hungrily eyeing Hisashi, who was still clad only in his boxers and a shirt. I licked my lips, all while advancing toward him. Well, maybe we'll go in a few more minutes...
"Hisashi," I whispered, my voice becoming husky. "I'm feeling a little...frisky."
Hisashi turned around and spotted me creeping up before I had the chance to jump him. Drats! Why'd he have to take away my fun?
"No, no, Jiro. It's too risky; we might get caught."
I pouted...again. //But I'm feeling so horny
right now! I just -- eh?// Something soft and silky lands over my head.
I reached up and pulled it out of
my face, looking at it in my hand.
Boxers. Blue, silk boxers. Hisashi's blue, silk boxers. I slightly gaped and snapped my head up, peering at Hisashi as he pulled on his pants.
"Those are for you... You know, something to remind you of tonight..." he said, sounding a little meek.
My heart skipped a beat and I flushed. God, I feel like such a schizophrenic! I mean, one minute I'm an aspiring sex maniac and the next I'm a...sucker for sap. But in a way, I'm quite touched at his gesture. I feel all warm and fuzzy suddenly...I smiled and pocketed my present.
"Jiro?" he asks, while zipping up his fly.
"Yeah?"
"It's time to go to practice," I hear him say, all of a sudden sounding very different from a minute ago.
I nodded in agreement and looked back up to stare at his face. I was surprised at what I found. Blank, expressionless, void of any emotion... Back to the same man he was before last night. This wasn't the Hisashi that held me in his arms, the one who made love to me. This was the cold, indifferent Hisashi that I've known for almost ten years. But there was nothing I could do; his mask has already slipped in place. You know, why won't he just admit that it's all a front? His attitude and feelings toward me... Why do we have to keep up this little facade, anyways? //Damn, now I feel pissed...// The playful mood that filled the room only moments ago flew out the window and I felt the stinging of unshed tears behind my eyes. I bowed my head down so he wouldn't notice. //Now I just feel like crap...//
He opens the door and steps out, waiting for me. We slowly walk down the
hall towards rehearsal. I was afraid to look into his eyes, afraid that
he'd change his mind about last night afterall. The word "rejection"
echoed throughout my skull and I couldn't help but feel a little sick.
My, practice will be fun today... Shit, am I always _this_ cynical nowadays?
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Hisashi slowly ambled into practice with Jiro a few steps behind him. I took one look at the two and raised an eyebrow. Those two didn't come to practice together, did they? That's awfully strange... I walked up to them and gave a little wave, but Hisashi just walked on by, completely ignoring me. //Brrr!! Cold as ice!!// Jiro, though, gave me a sad smile and muttered an 'Ohayo,' joining Hisashi at the other side of the room. Whatever happened to them??? I scratch the top of my head and pursed my lips. You know, sometimes, it's just _too_ obvious that something's wrong with those two.
"There you are!" Huh? Oh, that's just Takuro.
I watched as he walked up to Hisashi and Jiro, who were standing by the amps. I pulled up a chair and decided to listen in on the conversation. Hey, I'm no busy-body...Really -- I'm not. Oh, wait, leader-san's saying something...
"Where were you two?? It's nearly 1:30! Hey...weren't you both wearing the same things yesterday? And why do you look so messy??"
I could've sworn that I saw Hisashi and Jiro both jump in surprise at what Takuro had said. Ok, _now_ I'm even more curious...but then again, curiosity _did_ kill the cat.
"Oh, fuck off, Takuro. We're here, aren't we?" Hisashi suddenly snapped. Takuro was taken aback by the unexpected annoyance in his tone. Whoa...
"Uh... I guess you guys _are_ here, and
of course, that's what matters..." Takuro cautiously took a step
back and pulled the guitar strap around his
shoulder. "Let's start practice, ne?" Jiro quietly asks, trying
to change the subject. Ok...now I'm disturbed. Jiro's actually trying
to initiate practice...again? This all just doesn't make sense. Takuro
looks over to where I sit and motions for me to hurry up and get myself
to the mic. I stood and skipped past Takuro, pretending to claw at him
while making a hissing cat noise, all while motioning to Hisashi. Takuro
made a face and bopped me over the head, pushing me to my desigated spot
and moving over to his own place. I grinned then started to warm up with
a few scales.
Halfway through, Takuro's earlier questions resurfaced on my mind...and -- like any other human being -- I couldn't help but dwell on them...
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//Damn...// I found myself ogling Hisashi all throughout rehearsal. How pathetic. I think Teru knew that something was up because he kept giving me this look. Well, I'll just have stay sharp around him, even though he _is_ one of my best friends. And best friends can kind of tell when something's wrong with the other. But telling him about Hisashi was a totally different matter. I cleared my throat and lowered my bass onto its stand. Finally, it's break time. I couldn't wait to get myself out of this stuffy room and away from everyone, especially him. I stuffed my hands in my pockets and walked down the hall, heading straight for the lounge and to the comforting hum of the Coke machines. I really needed to do some speculating... //God, I'm so confused...//
I round a couple corners and found myself in the break room, standing
in front of the candy machine for a few moments, staring at the wonderful
row of Pocky behind the glass. Strawberry pocky... My mouth watered and
my stomach growled. I realize that I haven't eaten anything today. Reaching
inside the pockets of my jeans, I fished out some spare change to pay
for the snack.
The coins made one hell of a clatter as they fell to the floor. God, my stupid hands were shaking. I kneeled down and started picking them up, one at a time, carefully placing the coins in my palms.
"Do you need some help with that?"
I halted. It's him. Why is he here?
"No," came my quiet, controlled response.
Hisashi walks in from the doorway and shuts the door behind him. I resume collecting my fallen change, trying to ignore the pounding of my heart as he neared the spot where I'm kneeling down on the dirty floor. He stoops down in front of me. Ironically, we reached out for the last coin at the same time and his fingers lightly brushed over mine. I shivered involuntarily from the fleeting touch. Slowly, I regained my senses then grasped the coin, jerking my hand away from his as if that mere touch had burned me. In a way, it had. //All of his touches had burned so achingly sweet last night...// I licked my dry lips.
"I...I came in here to be alone, you know," I told him, hoping he'd get the hint and leave me alone to my miserable self.
"Jiro, I need to talk to you."
Talk to me? I almost laughed in his face. "What's to talk about?" I ask him nonchalantly, dropping a couple hundred yen coins into the slot and pressing C3. The box of Pocky fell from its place and I bent down to pick it up.
"Why are you acting like this?" He takes one step forward and I take one step back, keeping a distance between us. I scoffed at him from where I stood.
"Like you don't know," I mumbled and looked down at the dirty laces of my sneakers. The memory of what happened earlier today kept replaying in my head.
I wanna cry...
Suddenly, I felt a gust of wind as he rushed up to me, pushing me towards the wall and pinning my body against it with his own. The box fell limp from my hand. //What the fuck?!// I struggled, in an attempt to break out of my position, but it was hopeless. I was trapped by Hisashi.
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I think something's wrong with Jiro. Everytime I'd look over at him during practice, he'd have this look of longing on his face.
And he was staring at Hisashi.
Something's wrong; I know it. But what, exactly?
I walked around the room, looking for the blond. I wanted to ask him about his and Hisashi's weird behaviors. Instead, I spot Takuro running around waving pieces of paper in his hands. He'd gotten over his hangover around an hour ago. Amazing guy, really. But I guess when duty calls, Takuro'll be there to answer it, no matter what. I admired him for that. "Takuro?" I reached out and tapped his shoulder as he ran by me.
"Yeah, Teru?" he stopped momentarily and finally acknowledged
my prescence.
"Where is Jiro?" I asked, hoping that he'd know where Jiro was.
He paused to think. //C'mon, Takuro...// I began tapping my foot, waiting
for him to say something. Finally, he speaks, "I think he went to
the break room."
I stopped tapping my foot. "Ok. And where's Hisashi?"
He shrugs a shoulder. "I think he was headed that way, too."