Well well, look at that! K. suga got her lazy butt in gear and pooped out this story! Mind you, it is not completed yet. I thought that since I have been suffering a serious case of writer's block that actually having the beginning up would motivate me enough to overcome it (though i can't help feeling that this is a bad idea...)
Also, I took a different approach to this story. Because of the certain plot I decided on, I will not be mentioning any names. I rather like this idea, but if you think it's annoying I may (not) consider changing it... I probably won't though, because the story doesn't work for me with names of the main two. So heads up.
I am giving myself one week (starting tomorrow) to have chapter 2 complete and hopefully chapter 3 not far behind, because I love you guys^^
As always, I hope you enjoy this installment and reviews (especially for this off-the-wall idea) would be very much appreciated!
Disclaimer: I do not own Beyblade. Takao Aoki does. Nor do I own the actual places I depict.
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He had seen her several times before, but they rarely talked.
Sometimes she would come to the café alone, and sometimes with friends. Her work was close by, so she often came during her breaks. On one particular day, when the sky was cloudy and there were no customers, they talked. She sat near the counter as he cleaned the machines. They talked about anything, he doesn't remember exactly what. But he remembers thinking "she's nice." He wished he had remembered the first time she had come to the café.
It continued like this for a few months. She would stop by during her breaks or in her spare time. He would remember which drinks she liked on different days. If it was cold she would like a hot chocolate with milk pudding, and If it was cloudy she liked flavored coffees, etc. On a special day, when the sky was crying lightly, he asked her name.
"Hiromi."
It didn't take long. He was comfortable around her. They joked a lot, almost the way that friends do. He would tease her, and she would pretend to be offended. Then he would apologize and she would say that she was only kidding. Once he even told her she would get fat if she kept drinking hot chocolate with pudding. She told him it was because she was trying to compete with him. He almost couldn't stop laughing. It was bound to happen.
Of course he would start to fall for her.
But today, something was different. She was going somewhere. Her hair was done nicely and she is wearing more make-up than usual. She said she was only stopping by, on her way to a show, or maybe it was dinner. He can't remember. He asked her why she bothered to look so nice.
"I met someone."
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"So, do you really like him?"
Her blonde friend in the driver's seat laughs. This was probably the 10th time she has asked him that today. Nevertheless, he turns amused blue eyes to her and smiles.
"Hiromi, for the 10th time, yes! Just get him to quit smoking."
He was driving her to her apartment. Hiromi had invited him to a party that her friend was having. She wanted him to meet the new guy that she had fallen for. The blonde insisted that she could not date anyone without his approval. Of course, she has done the same for him. She would never let him date a guy that she did not think met his standards. This is the kind of thing you do for your gay friends.
"I've told him already. He said he'll try for me."
"Awwwwwww." Mock puppy eyes and a sarcastic hand over his heart earns the blonde a punch to the arm.
Before long they reach Hiromi's apartment building. It was more upscale than his own, but her family was more well-off than his. They say their goodbyes before Hiromi opens the door and steps out. Maybe he'll go for a late night snack or something. Then he remembers the café that he once went to with Hiromi. He quickly lowers the passenger window.
"Hiromi!"
She stops and turns back to the car. Then, thinking she may have forgotten something, steps closer to peek in through the open window. "Yeah?"
"Where was that café you took me to before?"
"Oh, right by Kawabata's souvenir shop. It's called Tiffany Café."
As Hiromi leaves the car again, she turns quickly just before the blonde closes the window. "Be sure to say 'hi' to the guy with blue hair if he's working. He's really nice."
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The bell above the door rings as he steps into the shop.
It's a little bit different than he remembers. Then again, he has only been here one other time. It's small. There are only three little tables with two chairs each. The walls are adorned with shelves of different teacups and coffee mugs. There are bags upon bags of all kinds of different coffee. A hanging plant is in the corner with it's leaves draping low enough to touch. The counter is perfectly clean and organized. There is a chalkboard behind it serving as a handwritten menu.
"Welcome." There is also a blue-haired guy working the machines.
"Hello."
As he approaches the counter, he looks over the menu carefully. He rarely gets to drink anything that actually tastes decent. His current boyfriend, Michael, is super athletic and obsessed with health. Ever since they started dating, Michael has forbidden him from drinking anything carbonated, sweeten, alcoholic, caffeinated, processed, enhanced, or contains more than 200kcal. Basically, everything on this menu. But he won't know if he cheats this one time. He does care about his boyfriend and he wants to make him happy, but will one drink really kill him?
"What's in the Strawberry Swirl?"
"Strawberries, bananas, and pomegranate juice."
Tempting, but strawberries and bananas are a little too boring. He doesn't want to sneak in a drink tasting like something he can get anywhere. He spots another interesting item on the menu, but he has to wait for the blender to stop before he can ask about it. What is the employee making anyway? There is no one else here. The blender stops after a moment.
"What about the Peanut Butter-Banana?"
"Just peanut butter and banana."
"Oh."
He wasn't too sure how he felt about drinking peanut butter. Maybe some other time. The employee continues to make whatever he is making. A familiar smell has filled the air around the counter, but it's not familiar enough for the blonde to identify. For some reason, however, it makes him think of his father's house outside of Tokyo. While the employee heads for the sink, he spots another item on the menu.
"Is the lemon smoothie any good?"
"You ask a lot of questions, don't you?"
Wide, blue eyes turn to the blue-haired employee. Did he just…? What kind of sales etiquette is this? The blunette finally spares a backwards glance over his shoulder before turning back to his current task. Just when the blonde is about to leave and probably never come back, the blue-haired employee turns and places a small paper cup in front of him. Blue eyes examine the cup before looking back up at the blunette suspiciously.
"Try it."
While deciding whether to take the offered sample, the blonde studies the man standing on the other side of the counter. Dark blue hair. Not vibrant, but light enough to notice. It's long enough to tie into a short ponytail at the back of his head, as he is currently displaying. Dark eyes sit under thick eyebrows and are looking back at the blonde. One of these eyebrows is currently raised in a questioning manner. He's wearing a short sleeved, black t-shirt with a dark brown apron over it. No nametag. The short sleeves reveal toned arms and a slight tan. Obviously, he works out.
The blonde looks back at the paper cup on the counter. There is an off-white colored liquid inside and it's steaming. The same familiar smell is coming from the cup. Taking one last glance at the rude employee, the blonde takes the small cup and brings it to his lips. It's warm, thick, and very sweet.
"It's good. What is it?"
"Sweet potato latte." That's what the familiar smell was. His father used to always roast sweet potatoes in the backyard. He would sit with his father and look at the stars as they talked. A small smile finds it's way to his lips at the nostalgic taste.
Before the blonde can order, the blunette turns from the counter and pours the rest of the batch he has prepared into a paper coffee cup. He brings it to the counter and covers it with a plastic lid. As he slides it over to the blonde, he punches into the cash register.
"That will be ¥275."
"Do you order for everybody?"
"Only the people who can't order for themselves."
The blonde sends a glare to, quite possibly, the rudest sales person he has ever met. Nevertheless, he likes the latte and will pay for it. While he searches through his cluttered bag for his coin purse, it is the blunette's turn to observe the person standing in front of him. Fashionable clothes cover a small frame. His hair is a vibrant blonde, but it is definitely natural. Although he has light blue eyes and a small amount of freckles, his mannerisms and round, almond shaped eyes are purely Japanese. His skin is flawless and his posture matches his spoiled exterior. He has to be gay.
"Here." The blonde pulls out three 100 yen coins from his pink coin purse. Definitely gay. The blunette gives him the appropriate change and turns to clean the machines he had just used. As the blonde takes the cup he quickly sticks his tongue out at the blunette's turned back. Satisfied, he turns from the counter and heads for the door. The chime of the bell over the door reaches the ears of the man behind the counter. He pauses in cleaning the machine as he recalls the blonde's appearance.
Why does he seem familiar?
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Another load of laundry in the washer.
The blonde picks up the freshly washed load and heads to the balcony of his flat. He really did pick a good day to finish his laundry. The sun is shining bright and he basks in the fact that his clothes will be dry in no time. Surely the clothes that are already on the line are ready to be brought in. Just as he is about to open the glass door to the balcony, his cell phone rings. Okay, his clothes will be dry in a few minutes then.
He drops the basket of wet clothes by his feet before grabbing his phone. "Hello?"
"Thank God you answered! I need your help!"
"Hiromi? What's wrong?"
He can hear her pull the phone away and speak to an unknown person quickly. Hiromi works at a highly recommended dental office. Since it is Saturday, they are most likely packed with appointments. And poor Hiromi is the receptionist. A heavy sigh close to the phone tells the blonde that she is back on the line.
"I need you to do me a huge favor."
"Right now?"
"Get me a coffee. Iced. I will love you forever."
The blonde turns disappointed eyes to the load of wet clothes in the basket. He was so looking forward to having all of his laundry finished early. Then he could have the rest of the day to do whatever. His blue eyes soon fall on the clothes he is now wearing. Most of his clothes are either in the wash or wet. His current attire, a hoodie and basketball shorts, is not what he wants to be seen out in. The sound of a baby starting to cry comes through from Hiromi's end and the blonde makes his decision.
"On my way."
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The bell above the door chimes as the blonde steps into the café. It's been almost a month since his last visit. After the incident that occurred here last time, he swore he would never come back again. However, this is the closest café to Hiromi's office, and he knows how much she likes the drinks here. He'll make this quick.
"Welcome."
Oh the irony. The blunette says 'welcome' but all the blonde wants to do is turn around and walk back out the door. He's doing this for Hiromi. Just one iced coffee and he can leave. Taking a deep breath, he steps up to the counter.
"Iced coffee… please."
The blunette, who has had his back turned for a while, glances over his shoulder. He raises a solitary brow before turning completely. He leans his forearms on the counter and gives the blonde a once over.
"Now, you don't look like the type who drinks plain coffee. Unless your current attire has something to do with it."
Yup, he should have never come here. "Look, I didn't come here to be insulted."
"It's not for you is it?"
"What?"
The blunette simply shakes his head and goes back to the iced coffee machine. In a huff, the blonde heads to a nearby table and takes a seat. The nerve of this guy! He decides that he is never coming back here again. Even if he were dying and the remedy to save his life was in this very café, he would still not come here. This is the second time that he has been insulted at this café. Nope, he is going to find a nicer café and convince Hiromi that-
The bell above the door chimes abruptly. The blonde turns to see a little girl, probably 8 years old, run up to the counter. She has a small coin purse hanging off of her shoulder. It jingles as she stops in front of the register.
"A strawberry bubble drink please!"
The blunette turns quickly. As he walks up to the little girl, she grabs her coin purse and dumps its contents onto the counter. The blunette rushes to catch some of the coins before they roll off of the counter. The blonde has to giggle at his silly appearance. Once all of the coins are taken under control, he looks back at the little girl…
And he smiles.
"Michiko, you have exact change again. Do you save up your allowance every week to have just enough for a drink?"
The blonde can't explain it, but the blunette's smile struck a chord in him. The contrast of his white teeth to his tan skin, and the way his eyes seemed to smile at the same time... It took the very breath out of him. It was… gorgeous.
Blue eyes widen in realization. There was no way that obnoxious guy's smile was 'gorgeous.' Instantly, the blonde racks his brain for any possible causes for having such a thought. Well, there was the fact that he was smiling at a little girl. The blonde always had a soft spot for kids. Then there was the fact that the blunette had really nice teeth. The blonde must have subconsciously associated his nice teeth with the rest of his features. And then there was the lighting…
Yeah, it had to have been the lighting.
"Hey, you!"
The blonde jumps slightly at the shout in his direction. Realizing that it's the rude employee who has called his attention, he quickly composes himself. The little girl is gone now, probably received her drink a while ago. Now, the blunette is waiting on his only other customer. Impatiently, he shakes the cup of iced coffee to hopefully hurry the blonde along.
"Your coffee is ready."
The blonde quickly stands and heads for the counter only slightly embarrassed. He reaches into his bag and pulls out his pink coin purse. He doesn't see the way the blunette's eyes stare at the girlie pouch. "How much?"
"You're really a homo, aren't you?"
Angry blue eyes glare at the blunette in utter disbelief. What is wrong with this guy? He is definitely never coming back here again. The blonde hastily pulls out ¥300 and slams it onto the counter.
"That's enough right?" Without waiting for an answer, the blonde moves to grab the coffee from the blunette's hand. However, the blunette moves it just out of his reach.
"No need to get pissed. I'm just being observant. The only kind of guy who would seriously carry around a pink coin purse has to be gay."
"So what if I am?"
The blonde leans over the counter quickly and snatches the drink before it can be pulled away again. Satisfied, he turns abruptly and heads for the entrance. The bell above the door rings angrily at his departure.
Brushing off the encounter, the blunette collects the coins on the counter. Such a strange guy. If he is gay then why did he get so riled up at being called that? He's obviously not a closet homo. He's way too flamboyant. At least he wasn't mad enough to not pay. At that thought, the blunette pauses in counting the coins.
The blonde was ¥150 over.
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"The guy is a complete jerk!"
Hiromi only laughs as her blonde friend continues to rant. She wanted to come eat at Ryugin on her day off. The restaurant is a bit pricey, but Hiromi wanted to treat the blonde. He couldn't refuse a free meal now, could he? Unfortunately, it has only been a day since the last incident at Tiffany Coffee. Now the blonde was sure he will never go back to that place, no matter how much he liked their sweet potato latte.
"He really isn't that bad. He's just… outspoken."
Unconvinced blue eyes fall onto the brunette before looking back at his meal. He continues to stab random pieces of food in anger. He has been so upset over his last encounter with that guy, he doesn't even know if what he's been eating tastes any good! Even when that blunette is nowhere in sight, he manages to ruin the blonde's mood.
"It is possible to be outspoken without being rude."
"Okay, so he doesn't hold back. But he really is a nice guy. I even started to have feelings for him before."
He pauses in taking another bite of his food. What did she just say? He looks up to take a look at her face and, sure enough, she is not joking. "Did you hit your head?"
"What? He is really nice! I just… like Daisuke a bit more."
Well, at least Hiromi hadn't completely lost her mind. Who would ever go out with such a rude and obnoxious jerk. That's probably why all he does is stand around in a café and make up drinks. Why is he thinking about him so much anyway?
"Come to think of it, you haven't been out with Michael in a while, haven't you?"
That must be it. Michael has been busy with his baseball career recently. He hasn't had much time to go out with the blonde. He was either too tired or had another sudden "re-scheduling." It was starting to get annoying. Maybe that's why he has started to fill his thoughts with the only other attractive male he has seen recently.
… Not that the blunette was attractive…
"Maybe I should call him up and plan something."
Hiromi nods approvingly before turning back to her own meal. The conversation steers to other topics. However, the blonde can not stop thinking about his boyfriend. Along with being a health nut, the guy is also very overprotective. Not being able to go out with Michael meant that the blonde could rarely do things on his own. Aside from going to the store, work, and out to eat with his friends he hasn't been able to do much. Michael would disapprove if he did something without his consent.
Hopefully he doesn't have a reason to cancel this time.
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He is so late.
This is the first date that the blonde has been on in goodness knows how long. He took a long shower and made sure he was extra clean. He used his most expensive moisturizer and matching cologne. He is wearing his best clothes. His hair is flawless. He has even applied a bit of concealer. He took the extra time to make sure everything was perfect. He is now nearly fifteen minutes late to meet up with Michael. Perfect.
He is driving as fast as the law will allow him to. He can see the Chanel Ginza Building where they will be eating. Thank goodness they have valet parking. He can't afford to be any later then he already is. Michael is not a patient person. He is finally assisted by a valet parker. He shuts off the car quickly and grabs his bag. Just when he does, however, his phone chimes signaling a text message. As he opens his phone to read the message, the valet parker opens his door.
"Good evening, sir."
The blonde doesn't answer. He is too busy looking over the message he has just received. Noticing the line of cars starting to form, the valet parker gently taps the blonde on the shoulder. "Sir, is there a problem."
Snapping out of his daze, the blonde looks back up at the other man. "Uh, no. There's been a change of plans. I'll just be going then."
The valet parker nods and closes his door politely. As the vehicle pulls away, tears form in the blonde's eyes as he re-reads the message over in his head. He turns down a small street to head back home. It is late now so there are not many people out. Just like them, the blonde will be sitting at home doing nothing for the rest of the evening. He should have known this would happen. He should have known Michael wouldn't keep their plans. He should have never have made the effort of looking nice and coming here on time.
He should have been watching the road.
He sees a blurry head of blue hair before he thinks to slam on the brakes. It's too late. There is a loud thump before he sees the body roll over twice and come to a stop. For a moment he doesn't do anything. He can't believe what has just happened. When he finally registers the situation he quickly unbuckles his seatbelt and gets out of the car. Luckily there are no people around so there won't be a big commotion.
"You!" He kneels beside the body and shakes it slightly. "Hey you! Are you okay?"
There is a loud grunt before the body pushes himself up onto his forearms. He shakes his head to clear his probably scrambled brain. His eyes drift up to look at the headlights of the car that has just mowed him down. Then he sees the blonde.
"You."
The blonde is speechless. Here he is, having just plowed someone with his car. That someone turns out to be the jerk that has insulted him on two different occasions. As much as he can't stand the guy, surely running him over is considered overkill for a couple of rude words. It is then that a trail of red begins to trickle down the blunette's forehead.
"You're bleeding!"
Just noticing the warmth over his eyebrow, the blunette brings a hand up to touch it. Sure enough, the thick, red liquid covers his fingers. He soon becomes aware of a dull pain in his left side. He hisses slightly as he pushes himself into a sitting position. He shakes his head again before turning accusing eyes toward the blonde. However, he is surprised to find a handkerchief being shoved at him.
"Here."
Confused, and slightly aggravated, the blunette takes the handkerchief. Realizing what it's for, he lightly presses it against his injured head flinching slightly. He then turns back to the blonde to find that he is no longer kneeling where he was. The sound of a car door opening catches his attention.
"Hey!" The blonde jumps at the shout and looks back at his victim. "What do you think you're doing?"
"I'm… going home. You seem fine so… good luck." The blonde raises his hand in an awkward wave before sliding back into the driver's seat. Once he closes the door, he shuts his eyes tightly in a desperate attempt to make all of this disappear. When he opens his eyes the blunette that was just lying in the road… is gone. Did that really work? Did he really imagine all of this?
The passenger door being opened answers his question. He turns to see the blunette nonchalantly sliding into the car and closing the door behind him. As he buckles his seatbelt, he turns to the blonde and gives him a very proud smirk. The blonde is speechless for the second time that night. "What… what are you…?"
"Oh? Isn't it obvious?" The blunette lifts the handkerchief to his head once again. "This is all your fault. If you had paid attention, this would have never happened. Now you have to take responsibility."
The blonde didn't know what to do. Here was the same rude blunette, that he had just hit with his car, now sitting in his passenger seat and waiting for the blonde to… to do something. Paranoia began to set in and the blonde's mind became rattled with how this could all go wrong. This guy could be a scam artist, or a criminal. A member of the yakuza even.
"What are you? Some… some kind of gangster?"
"What?"
"You want money, is that it?" Panicking, the blonde grabs his bag and reaches into one of the inner pockets. Grabbing a bundle of cash, he hurls it into the blunette's face.
"Ow! What are you doing?"
Without answering, the blonde opens his door and bolts from the car. The blunette curses quietly and also exits the car, money in hand. He chases after the blonde quickly. Luckily, he is as dainty as he looks and does not run very fast. Near the end of the road, the blunette catches the blonde by his arm and pulls him to a stop. Unfortunately, the blonde still has fight in him and delivers a few good smacks.
"Let me go you… you yakuza!"
"Look, just help me out really quick and I'll be out of your hair!" The blonde finally stops fighting and meets the blunette's eyes. "I mean… you did hit me with a car…"
The blunette's vision suddenly becomes blurry and he slumps slightly. The blonde notices that there is still fresh blood dripping from his forehead. He grabs the blunette's forearm in an attempt to help steady the other man. The blunette steps away from the offered assistance muttering that he is fine. Obviously he's not. Only having to think about it for a moment, the blonde reaches a decision.
"Fine, I'll help you."
He holds out a pale hand toward the blunette, palm up, and waits expectantly. The other stares at the hand before looking back at the blonde. A wide grin appears on his face and he takes the small hand into his larger one. The handshake stops when the blonde pulls his hand away fiercely.
"No! Give me my money back first." Once again, he holds out his hand to receive his money.
"This?" The blunette pulls out the small bundle of cash from his pocket. It is snatched immediately and the blonde starts to walk back to the car. "It's only ¥2000 (20 USD)."
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The living room of the flat is illuminated as the pair step through the door. The blonde removes his shoes quickly and heads into the kitchen. The blunette moves a bit slower as he takes in the appearance of the flat. If he didn't know any better, he would say that a girl was living here. It is very open and bright. Though the entertainment system and coffee table are black, everything surrounding them are every color on the spectrum. There is a lot of Disney memorabilia placed around the entire flat.
"Are you color blind? I've never seen so many colors in one room."
"Just sit on the couch, and don't touch anything."
Don't touch, so looking is okay. The blunette walks slowly around the room, mostly looking at the different pictures. There is one on the wall of an American woman holding a small baby with platinum blonde hair. The blunette can't help but chuckle at the picture. He was so chunky! Still laughing, his eyes soon fall onto another picture below it. It shows the blonde smiling shyly next to another foreigner. The other guy is tall with red hair. He has a cheeky grin on his features. One of his hands is on top of the blonde's head.
Footsteps behind the blunette tell him that the blonde has returned. He is carrying a small box with a red cross on the top and a bottle of water. Noticing that the blunette is looking at the picture of him and Michael, the blonde stops short. "What are you doing?"
"Is this your boyfriend? Looks kind of greasy to me."
"No one asked you." In a huff the blonde makes his way to the white sofa and plops himself down. "Sit."
The blunette complies and sits beside the blonde. He is momentarily blinded by the baby pink, fuzzy rug and the bright yellow chipmunk blanket. What were those chipmunks' names again? Chuck and Dill? A hand on his chin forces him to look at the blonde and a headband with mouse ears is forced on his head. Immediately, he tries to take it off. "What the hell?"
"It's to keep your hair out of the way, now stop moving!"
Not finding a better option, the blunette sits obediently. The blonde opens the small case revealing a typical first-aid kit. He reaches for the sterilized cleaning pads and gauze. Turning back to his victim, he immediately presses the cleaning pad to his injured forehead… and is rewarded with a pained hiss.
"Shit!" The blunette jumps back while fighting the urge to hold his stinging wound. "You could have warned me!"
Blue eyes glare at him. "Are you five? Just suck it up and let me finish."
The blunette thinks about this for a moment. Deciding he doesn't want to have a bleeding gash on his forehead anymore, he relents. He flinches slightly when the blonde returns the cleaning pad to his wound. The familiar burn returns and the blunette releases another hiss. The blonde ignores him and cleans off the dried blood from the rest of the bluenette's face. Once he is satisfied, he grabs the gauze and places it on the gash with adhesive medical tape.
"There, all done. Was that so bad?"
The blunette decides he should keep his comments to himself unless he wants the blonde to come at him with the cleaning pads again. While the blonde packs away the first-aid kit, he grabs the bottle of water and hands it to his guest. "Here."
Taking the bottle gladly, the blunette uncaps it and brings it to his lips. He instantly regrets this as more pain grips his face. "Ah!" He brings a hand to his lip where the pain is coming from and regrets that too. "Ah!"
"Stop! Let me see." The blonde pulls the other's face closer to get a better look. Once the blunette is able to ignore his second injury, he looks up at the other guy treating him. He really isn't bad looking generally speaking. One could tell that he took very good care of his features. The blunette wasn't a homo on any level, but the way the blonde's brows furrowed slightly as he concentrated… it was kind of cute.
'Cute' on a completely hetero standard anyway.
"It's just a scrape. You just need some anti-bacterial cream to prevent infection." The blonde reaches into the small box again and pulls out a tube of antiseptic. "Don't worry, it won't sting."
The blunette makes a face at the joke while the blonde applies a generous amount to the side of his lip. Once he is satisfied, the blonde starts the pack up again. I thought suddenly pops into the blunette's head. "How do you know how to take care of people like this?"
The blonde hesitates at the question and the blunette can see that his cheeks have taken on a hint of pink. "Ah… well, Michael is a serious baseball player, so he gets hurt often."
The blunette makes the connection that Michael must be the guy in the picture. Shrugging it off, the blunette spots a remote on the armrest. He picks it up and presses the power button. He won't be here long, why not overstay his welcome? Unfortunately, he is not greeted with television. A dvd menu covers the large screen of the tv set. The title near the top reads 'Lovers in Paris.' He could tell it was a Korean production.
"Oh! I forgot I haven't finished this one!" Excitedly, the blonde grabs the dvd player remote and selects a scene from the menu, most likely where he left off. The blunette lets out a loud sigh earning him a glare from his host.
"So you're the kind that likes foreign dramas."
"And what's wrong with that?" The blonde grabs the Disney blanket sitting on the back of the couch and drapes it over his shoulders. A lovely lady dressed in plain clothes appears on the screen. She finds a lost child and tries to help it find her mother. While she is doing this, she meets eyes with a well dressed man. The blunette had to read the subtitles to figure this out.
"These are so unrealistic. Two strangers randomly meeting in ridiculous circumstances, only knowing each other for a few days, and BAM they fall in love." The blonde spares another sideways glare before turning back to the screen. "How can you stand to watch something so cheesy?"
The blonde shushes him as the actress begins to speak again. The blunette can't help but think how pointless that is since he has to read the subtitles anyway. Nevertheless, the blunette spares some of his attention for this drama.
"What are you doing here? I said I wasn't coming."
"I had a feeling you would come anyway."
A snicker interrupts the atmosphere. The blunette can not see how this can be taken so seriously. "He had a feeling? Is he Spiderman?"
Finally having enough, the blonde presses the pause button. "You don't have to watch, but I actually want to know what happens."
The blonde turns back to the screen, having paused to where there is a good close-up of the main actor. Before he can press the play button, however, a hand appears on the screen. Confused, the blonde looks down to find that it is the blunette's hand. Said blunette is sitting under the tv screen with mischief in his eyes.
"Oh, hello there! Did you want to watch my drama? How flattering!" The blunette has taken on an obnoxious tone and is moving his hands as if they belonged to the actor on screen. "Let me fix my face first. Did you noticed my double eyelids? I just had surgery! Ho ho ho!"
The blonde can help the small smile at the joke. The "actor" continues to primp his face. "Oh, I don't know if I can get anymore handsome than this! Let's see how my acting is. Action!"
The blunette raises his head to look at the blonde. He mouths the words 'press play' and smiles widely while moving back to the couch. The blonde laughs and picks up the remote, resuming the drama. The blunette continues to voice over the main actor in an obnoxious voice.
"Did you enjoy that night in the backseat of my car? Hmm?"
"If you're asking if it hurt me, the answer is yes!"
"Oh, don't be like that my dear! A man has to do what a man has to do! Ha ha ha! Ho ho ho!"
"Wow, you must have made a lot of money!"
"Well, many women have paid me for my services! I am that good after all! Ho ho ho!"
The blonde doesn't remember when he started laughing so hard. He doesn't even remember what the actors on the screen were supposed to be talking about. After a while, even the blunette can not voice over the drama anymore because he is laughing too hard. When they have calmed down a bit, the blunette turns to the blonde who is still giggling softly.
"So, you got a name?"
The blonde meets the blunette's eyes before turning away in thought. Then he turns back to the other and smiles. "It's better if we don't know each other's names. That way you can't go telling people I hit you with my car."
The blunette laughs at this. "Seriously?" The blonde nods eagerly. The blunette laughs again and thinks about it himself before turning back to the blonde. "Good idea. Then no one will know that I was in a homo's apartment."
The blonde makes a face at the blunette which he returns wholeheartedly. Then they return to the drama. At this point neither one of them knows what is going on. The blunette continues to put in his own dialogue while the blonde laughs sleepily.
They spend the rest of the night laughing at the silly lines and their lack of understanding until sleep overcomes them both.
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Next Chapter: Octopus should be eaten cooked.
until next week... if you decide to come back xP