Jiro slammed the door, hard. He throw his bass to the floor, didn't care anymore. "That Tonomura!!! What should I do to make him stop teasing me?????"
He sighed and sat on the couch. "I hate him I hate him I hate him . but I love him I love him I love him ."
Yeah, that's right. Jiro actually likes Hisashi very much, since the first time they met. But Hisashi is sooooo arrogant, cool, disgusting and bastard, nice, handsome and gorgeous .
Jiro growled. "I need to take a shower ."
He stands and goes to the bathroom. He starts to strip, walked into the shower, turned the water on, and sing a song.
//He clings to me like cellophane
Fake plastic submarine
Slowly driving me insane
But now that's over//
He takes a deep breath, ready to sing again. He wants to forget everything about Hisashi if he could today.
//So what if the sex was great
Just a temporary escape
Another thing I grew to hate
But now that's over//
Jiro starts to dance, grabbing his shampoo and pretending that it's a microphone.
//Why . why you always kick me when I'm high
Knock me down till we see eye to eye
Figured him out I know he may not be Mister Right
But he'll do right now//
Jiro grabbed his soap, and started to clean his body with it. He feels wonderful, taking a shower after one day full of rehearsal . damn Takuro.
//I used to hang on every word
Each lie was more absurd
Kept me so insecure
But now that's over//
Jiro paused, panting. He tries to remember why he fought with Hisashi again this morning. He doesn't know. Aah, yes, Hisashi called him 'a chimp'. No, it wasn't that. A prick? Uh, no . he doesn't remember anymore. Hisashi called him too many other names.
Jiro growled and shook his head.
He screamed . uh, sing again.
//He taught me how to trust
And to believe in us
And then he taught me how to cuss
That bitch, it's over
I used to be such a nice boy .//
He stops, and grabbing his toothbrush. He brushed his teeth, gargled, and spit it away. He smiled to his reflection on the mirror, sighed, and walked into the shower again.
//Why . why you always kick me when I'm high
Knock me down till we see eye to eye
Figured him out I know he may not be Mister Right
But he'll do it right now//
The shampoo streamed to his eyes and he grimaced. "ACK!!! Goddamit!!!"
He washed it with water, and blinked repeatedly. He feels something hot is falling on his cheeks. "What . what is this? My tears?", he stepped out the shower and stared at his mirror. "This must be because of the shampoo," he said to himself. "Yeah, it must be."
However, he knew that it's not true.
He sniffled, and cried. "DAMMIT, HISASHI!! I LOVE YOU!!!"
He walked again into the shower and let the cool waters dropped on his body. After that, he sighed with relief and grabbed his bathrobe. He walked out of the bathroom .
. and found Hisashi is staring at him.
He froze. "Hi - Hisashi?????"
"Nice voice," he smirked. "Do you ever think that Teru could be your rival in singing?"
Jiro blushed as red as tomato. No, he's redder than tomato. "What the hell are you doing in my room?"
He shrugged. "I want to apologize about what happened earlier. And I heard your announcement in the bathroom . Is it true?", Hisashi stand and walk to Jiro. "Hm?"
Jiro stared at him. "What if it's true?"
Hisashi smirked. "If it's true, then I love you too."
Jiro blinked. "Really?"
Hisashi nodded. "Uh-huh," he said and grabbed Jiro's robe. He takes it off and throws it to the corner, and pulled Jiro to the bed.
"Hi - Hisa!! I've taken a shower!!!", Jiro stammered, but he can't believe the betrayal of his body.
Hisashi growled. "You can take another shower later . with me," he grinned evilly and pinned Jiro.
"ACK!!!"
~Owari~