MUDDA ES
01 Interrupt
Once upon a time, two male bachelors enjoyed their typical Friday night in a club partying it up with skimpy clad women grinding on whoever has two legs and moving.
"Hey Li, don't you think your mother will cut off your college fund if you keep partying like this?" Touya Kinomoto asked through the loud music. He winked at the girl at the other end of the bar whom he noticed had been eyeing him lately.
"What? I don't have a brother cutting off appendage and has halitosis," Syaoran Li replied, lazily draping one of his arms across the girl's shoulders that he managed to seduce that night.
As soon as the mysterious girl neared Touya, both men inwardly smirked.
They were ready to leave the club and take the party somewhere else.
Most likely in Unit 637.
The very sweet life of Tokyo's notorious bachelors.
Which I'm about to disrupt.
Looking at the crumbled piece of napkin on my hand, I looked up to see the numbers 637 boldly hung in classy gold over the peephole.
I unconsciously patted down my newly cut blunt bangs and tucked a piece of my auburn hair behind my ear.
This is it.
Lifting my right hand to the illuminated doorbell to the side, I hesitated.
This IS it.
I straightened my nice white summer dress and leaned down to dust my Mary Jane flats.
This is really it.
I lifted my right hand for the second time to try ringing the doorbell again when---
"Move," sneered a rude lady sporting a bed head, more like a bird's nest, on her head. How lovely. It matches the bird pendant I'm wearing.
She bumped to me on her way out, shutting the door behind her, and made her way to the elevator without even much of an apology.
Rude indeed.
…AND SHE REEKED TOO.
I unclenched my fist to check the napkin again.
637.
This condominium unit should be right, right?
Lifting my hand for the third time that morning, I finally accomplished ringing the doorbell.
I heard some movement behind the door and wow.
Stood before me was the most gorgeous man I've ever seen.
I didn't know where to start. Was it his sexy chocolate colored bed hair, his smoldering amber eyes, his fit overall tanned physique, his drool-worthy abs, his barely buttoned jeans, or his Calvin Klein underwear? Maybe everything.
Definitely the type that would make any girl take off her clothes by just one look.
Like the typical girl I was, shyness overcame me and I looked down only to notice my hands started lifting my dress up.
Whoa, bad hands!
Fortunately for me, my brain was still in tact and I still had my voice.
"I'm Sakura."
"Well Sakura," he started in his expected, but still a little surprising sexy voice. "Nice to meet you and everything, but the kid's party is not here."
Kid's party?
Before I could say or think further, he slammed the door on my face.
Sexy, but a jerk.
Very surprising. NOT.
And what did he mean by a kid's party?
Was he implying that I look like a---
"Hey little girl, are you lost or something? You're kinda blocking my doorway," I heard a familiar voice behind me say.
I turned around and indeed, it was my older brother standing before me… with very red eyes.
"Are you on drugs?"
"Kaiju?"
And that's was my last few moments before I went to the other side.
Which basically meant inside Touya Kinomoto and Syaoran Li's abode. Unit 637. They just like to make it a big deal. Something about other girls dying to go there because it is the Tokyo's top two bachelors' pad.
I could only roll my eyes.
I took a seat on one of the black leather sofas on the contemporary styled living room. Not bad for a guy's pad. Scratch that, TWO guys. I imagined it to be a pig sty.
I felt my lips crack into a grin as I thought about a comment concerning two guys living together.
"You know--" I started, but stopped seeing Touya gloomily towering over me.
Maybe not. Don't want to get to his bad side.
"What the hell are you doing here?"
Okay. Too late.
"What? I can't see my own brother?" I asked innocently.
"Okay, here I am," Touya countered and made a 'now-go-away' motion with his hands.
"What? You want me to leave already? Can't I stay for a while?" I asked, hurt.
He looked at me suspiciously and I swallowed a grin.
"Exactly how long is a while?"
"Um, I don't know. A couple of days, a few weeks, several months, or until I get the money to buy my own place?" I readied my ears for what was coming, but Touya was left speechless.
He opened his mouth (no sound came out) and then close it back up. The process repeated several times while his eyes were wide as saucers which pretty much screamed NEVER?
"You can't really say never," I defended before taking a sip of the green tea he served me stoically earlier which made me wondered further if he really took drugs. "Have faith in me, okay? Once I get a stable career then you can set me out to the big world."
He looked like he was ready to leave a baby in one of Tokyo's busiest pedestrian and not give a damn.
I could only grin.
---
"Just because I half-agreed to this doesn't mean you can do whatever you want while you're here." Touya glared, crossing his arms. "So I'm going to---"
"Wait," I interrupted. "Half-agreed?"
"Well I only half own this place. For now you are just allowed to stay for a few days since I'm allowed to have relatives stay over, but if it's for more than that then my roommate needs approval as well." He explained. "As I was saying, I'm going to lay some rules around here."
I stopped myself from groaning.
I already knew all of it is going to be stupid, pointless, and more than likely against me. He started his long list of rules and I half muted him.
"No drinking from orange cartons."
That was only in third grade. Wait, I only did it because I saw him do it the week before.
"Always leave the toilet seat up."
What the fuck?
I unconsciously pulled at my iron curled hair.
"You drink a can, you replace it with a whole case."
I seriously hope he's talking about juice.
"No wait. Forget that. You can NOT drink anything."
What? I can't drink juice?
After hearing a couple more, I completely gave up and rested my head on one of the armrest.
It had been a long trip.
My eyes lazily scanned my surroundings and smiled in satisfaction seeing three bedroom doors. This is perfect. I am a genius for thinking of moving in here.
In my luck, Touya's rules never touched anything about money matters. It's good that he understood I am financially unstable to the point that I swallowed all my pride and asked if I could be accommodated here.
"---you should never bring friends over. ESPECIALLY (I am only saying this once Sakura, are you paying attention?) boys! I swear to---"
"What's going on?" I heard the sexy voice and my hearing was clear once again. "Oh? You let that kid in? Sorry little girl, we don't eat girl scout cookies. Touya here gets a bad case of cavities every time he eats something sweet."
I let my eyes feast on his tone abs once again.
"Put a shirt on, man."
The sexy man sheepishly scratched the back on his head before picking up a white V-neck shirt out of nowhere and put it on.
Hmp.
Touya always spoils things for me.
"You guys know each other already?" Touya asked, noting the sexy man's previous comment.
"Not really," I heard myself mumble.
"Okay," Touya looked a little unconvinced. "Well Sakura, here's Syaoran Li, my roommate, Li, here's my baby sister, Sakura Kinomoto."
"Oh," Syaoran said. What did he meant by 'oh'?
"I'm not a baby. I just turned eighteen," I glared at Touya.
"Same thing," He scoffed. "And as I was saying before Li interrupted here," He glared at Syaoran in which the sexy man happily glared back (wow, how friendly of them), and continued his list once again. "No wandering around the place in your underwear."
I felt all my blood rush to my face.
Leave it to Touya to say something embarrassing about me in front of a sexy man.
That was only a childhood habit back when I didn't hit puberty yet. I hung around the house either with no shirt or no pants especially during the summer. Growing up in Tomoeda, it wasn't really the coldest city in Japan. The summer days made me want to run around town naked, but my dad told me then that the cops are going to arrest me if I do.
I guess as a child, nudity wasn't a problem to me.
Rolling my eyes to the side, I pouted seeing Syaoran with raised eyebrows and a smirk as he leaned on the wall.
The first half, I did not care whatever Touya said but the last half where Syaoran was present, I found myself sink lower and lower as he lay down more rules.
"Don't bring friends over," Wasn't he running out of breath? And didn't he already say this rule? "I'm only saying this once."
I wanted to cut him off and say it's the second time he's saying it, but I figured that will make his long speech even longer.
"NO. BOYS."
...
...
Silence.
Wait, is he done?
"Are you done?" I heard, but it wasn't me who asked out loud.
"Yup." Touya answered Syaoran.
"Well, that was entertaining," Syaoran unfolded his arms and headed to what I guessed to be the kitchen. Then he yelled, "What do you guys want for breakfast?"
"Anything's fine," Touya yelled back and I suddenly noticed he was beside me by how his voice blared in my ears. Then he lowered his voice, "He's the only one who can touch the kitchen."
I scoffed agreeing, knowing my brother was absolutely horrible when it comes to cooking.
I thought they would be typically eating out all the time though. I guess I thought wrong.
"Hey, since there's a female living with us now maybe she can cook for a change," Syaoran suggested from the kitchen.
I gasped.
Did that mean he agrees that I can stay here for as long as I want?
HELL YES!
It was Touya's turn to scoff. "Bad idea man. This girl can't cook even if her life depends on it. If you want your precious kitchen to catch on fire, then be my guest."
Syaoran appeared behind the divider wall with raised eyebrows and looked me over.
For the second time that day, I felt all my blood rushing to my head again.
How much embarrassment can I endure in front of sexy man while living with my brother?
In my horror, Syaoran seemed to agree with Touya just by looking me over and went back to whatever he was doing in the kitchen.
I wanted to object. I wanted to deny the accusation. I wanted to throw a hissy fit and pour scalding yet delicious fine art cuisine cooked by me on my brother's face for saying such things. But I couldn't.
The asshole was right.
I could not cook for shit, but sexy man Syaoran can.
---
That night as I lay on my stomach inside my new plain room, on my plain white bed, surrounded by plain white pillows, I listed down the things why I should stop crushing on Syaoran Li.
Must kill the fire before it gets big!
For even a naïve girl like me knows that being infatuated with a graduating college student playboy like him will only lead to bad things. Mainly in my side of things.
Despite that he screams out perfection (with or without clothes), he can be a jerk sometimes.
He did slam the door on my face.
AND called me a little girl/kid.
Just because I wasn't as blessed in the chest area, or any feminine curves for that matter.
Dammit. He IS a jerk for reminding me of my physical defects.
He finds it amusing hearing Touya say embarrassing things about me.
I blushed again remembering the times he raised his eyebrows.
He wears Calvin Klein underwear. I prefer my guys wearing Armani.
I wondered if he also had nudity habits when he was a child.
Oh gosh, bad thoughts.
He is one of the town's top player.
Think STDs. YUCK!
But what can I do?
He's roommates with my brother.
And now, I am living with them.
AN: I had a sudden vision for a new story, thus this one is born! I have no idea if 'Mudda Es' really means anything in another language... I hope not. It's not entirely gibberish that I conjured out of nowhere either, to clear that up. Well this will be a very light-hearted fanfic compared to Sunset Glow and Begin. Silent readers are welcomed but I do encourage for you guys to say 'hi' every once in a while. Hearing my cellphone beep every time I receive a review makes me feel giddy. Being giddy can be quite nice :) HAHA.
Disclaimer: I do NOT own CCS. I also do not own Calvin Klein, Armani, or anything type of brand that was mentioned in this chapter.