Just in case I can't find where to put this again DX ...
I do not own Otoya Ittoki, Uta No Prince-Sama, but I do own the plot of the story
Besides that, I don't own the fabulousness of UtaPri *dies* And I will try my best for these stories :D
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Relaxation.
That's all Otoya wanted.
Here was Otoya Ittoki, current singer in the group STARISH. The red headed teen, tiredly walking down the halls of the dorms in the Saotome Academy. It was already late afternoon, and he had just finished up with all his working and singing for that day. His legs would shuffle, rather than actually pick up his feet to walk. His usual cheery and hyper-self was gone at the moment, replaced with laziness and tired. All he wanted to do was lay down in his bed, perhaps not sleep, but still lie down and rest.
He yawned loudly, stretching his arms up in the air over his head "Aah~ After some rest, maybe I can practice on guitar... Or maybe I can just sleep listening to music..." His room mate Tokiya was out all day, and from what he heard, he still isn't back yet. Of course, it was in Otoya's nature to worry for him, but he hoped Tokiya would come back- Alright.
He hadn't even noticed he was already back at his own dorm room. He moved to see if the door to the room was locked or not. He would sometimes forgot he locked it, and ended up locking himself out. He would crash at one of the other STARISH member's dorms. Finding it unlocked, he sighed in relief. He pushed open the door to his and Tokiya's room, and immediately knew something was amiss.
Tokiya's desk was littered with papers and note books, it looked an awful mess! His bed blankets and pillows were thrown recklessly across the room, and the mattress wasn't even on the bed frame! The floor was littered with papers and supplies as well. He hadn't even bothered to look onto his side of the room, afraid of the mess he'd see. He took a moment of processing, staring at Tokiya's side of he room.
"... UWAAAAA! WHAT HAPPENED HERE! TOKIYA'S GONE AND I WASN'T EVEN HERE!" His hands went to his hair in fright, staring at the room. Tokiya would never mess up his room. He wouldn't either, that would be too rude. 'Did one of the other STARISH members do this? As some prank?' Otoya had thought to himself. He shook his head, no they wouldn't do this, they knew of Tokiya temper, and they wouldn't want Otoya to take the blame.
"GAH!" He cried out in pain, as he felt something collided with the back of his head. He looked down to see what had hid him. Headphones. He reached down, picking up the headphones that fell at his feet. "Ehh?.." ' Where did this come from? Did it fall off a shelf?..' To check his theory, he looked above him. No shelf. Then he froze. Now he knew.. someone had thrown the headphones at him, because he knew he left them on his bed. "..T..Tokiya?.."
He didn't know who else could be in his room, as Syo, Ren, and the others had gone back to their dorms. He knew he saw them walk back! "No, it's not Tokiya, idiot" Otoya jumped, he was surprised he actually got a response. 'That voice sounds so familiar..' It wasn't Tokiya, too cheerful. It wasn't Ren, too high-pitched. It wasn't Syo, it was fun-filled... yet it had a dark aura.
He quickly turned around, eyes widen. Then he jumped away, staring in front of him. He just saw himself "Ah.. A mirror.." Except this mirror image had different clothes, but the same body. A different look, but the same face. The same person, but a different aura. "But... it's me, but not me.." He went to touch the 'mirror' He nearly jumped out of his skin, when the figure had grabbed his wrist, forcefully.
"I'm not a mirror, and don't you dare touch me" The replica of Otoya had stated, with a serious and irritated look in his eyes. Otoya was in too much of a shock to reply, or to pull his wrist away. The copy just let go of his wrist, and snatched the headphones away. Turning away, the copy sat on Otoya's bed, somehow calmed down all of a sudden.
Otoya just stared at him, mouth agape. 'What is happening?! There's another me!.. but different..' Very different. This one was a complete dark version of himself, anyone could see that. Now Otoya started panicking. What if someone saw the darker half? What if they actually thought it was him? What if he gets fired from being a singer and apart of STARISH? He didn't want any of that.
Meanwhile the other Otoya was staring up at him, with irritated, yet amused eyes. "You're my creator, i'm guessing?" The original red head didn't hear him at first, before jumping and looked down at him ".. Creator? I didn't create anybody!" He raised his voice in surprise and fright. Just feeling the aura of the figure in front of him can give anyone goosebumps.
"Then who did? Because I know I am just a clone of you" The replica replied, sounding quite bored. The clone moved his legs, so the bottom of his left foot would touch the bottom of his right. He held his feet together, looking back up at Otoya. It reminded Otoya of a small playful child. "I... To be honest, I don't know.." He looked away, ready for the copy to jump up, angry. To hit him or something. He didn't know why he suspected this, though. It's not like the copy did anything REALLY violent already.
When he didn't feel anything, or hear the other get up, Otoya looked back down at the figure. He was just staring up at him, but he looked deep in thought. He looked around, just remembering the mess that he suspected the clone had created. Otoya sweat dropped anime style 'How could I forget about this mess?' He asked himself mentally. Leaving 'his' copy to think, as he assumed he was, he walked over to Tokiya's side of the room.
He started with the floor by the desk, picking up the various papers and writing supplies. By little hand fulls at a time, he placed them on the scrambled up desk. Sighing to himself, he arranged the desk, he didn't want to be cleaning. He was wanting to just relax, go to bed, anything. Now this figure who looked JUST like him, and messed up Tokiya and his dorm, stopped his relaxation.
~~~~~ Time skip to about 3 hours later ~~~~~
Otoya flopped down onto his own bed, completely exhausted. He had just finished cleaning up Tokiya and his side of the room, which took a short while, as it wasn't much. The room that really took his forever, was the kitchen. He found out that his replica had completely trashed it, even worse than their rooms! He guessed he had a huge appetite, unlike himself. Almost every cabinet was open, the food inside thrown out on to the floor or counter. Open bags of chips and bread scattered the counters, along with countless substances which he predicted would be something for a sandwich.
The floor had looked like it's been mopped with peanut butter and some ketchup, here and there. The freezer had all it's frozen meats one, he still hadn't found out where they gone. Maybe the clone had eaten them? Though there was no signs anywhere that anything had been cooked, in the microwave, oven, stove. Nothing.
The ice cream they bought not long ago was missing as well. He didn't know where that went. The fridge had been open when he walked towards the kitchen earlier. Most of the food was missing, ending up in either the trash because it was spoiled, or ended up on the counter or floor with the other messes.
All of it took him a long time. Otoya was glad that his mirror hadn't messed up anything else. 'Actually... where is he anyway?' He had wondered to himself. Stretching out on his bed on the floor, he turned over so his back faced the rest of the room. He was too tired to worry. It didn't take long for sleep to over take him.
That didn't last long.
Just asleep for about ten minute, the copy had come out, carrying the tub of ice cream that was missing earlier. When Otoya's head was stuffed in the fridge when he was cleaning it, he stole the ice cream from the freezer, and fleeing outside the dorm. There he sat beside the dorm room, mixing up various ingredients with the ice cream. Chocolate syrup, caramel, sprinkles, chocolate chips. Along with some peanut butter chips.
Satisfied, he walked back inside, to find Otoya fast asleep. The copy left him be, and went to go get a large spoon for his master piece. Noticing the kitchen cleaned, he scoffed. His mess was cleaned up. All well, he can make a new one later. Having the spoon stuck on top the glob of sweets, he walked back out to Otoya's bed. He flopped down onto the side that wasn't occupied, slightly waking Otoya. The copy poked him multiple times with one hand, as the other kept hold of the sweets.
Hearing a groan, and feeling Otoya sit up, he smirked to himself successfully. Otoya had stared at him sleepily, rubbing his eyes. He would of jumped and yelled, but he remembered the earlier events a few hours before. He sighed, and noticed the tub of ice cream in the copy's hands. 'That's where it went...'
"How are you going to eat all of that?" If he wasn't so tired, he probably would of freaked out of how much sugar was in it. 'If he eats all that, he's going to end up having diabetes!' He thought to himself again. How could this figure in front of him be himself? His copy just shrugged, taking a few huge bites of the ice cream slowly, so none of it dripped down his chin.
He didn't say he was able to.
Otoya watched, helpless to himself. He started pushing against the mirror copy, trying to get him off the bed "Get off my bed! You're going to make another mess!" He whined, hoping the other would just listen and move. Luckily he did, moving to sit beside the bed, instead of on it. It was like he didn't care.
"You're going to get a sugar rush" Otoya's eye twitched in amusement, wondering how the other could maintain all that sugar. The clone looked back at him, chocolate and sprinkles drowning his chin "Sugar doesn't affect me, I can handle it" The mirrors eyes even shown that he wasn't going to be hyper any time soon.
"..Oh..." It was all Otoya could say. He looked to the side, he felt he was a bit more awake now. Not that he would want to. It was getting closer to 11:00pm, and he wanted to sleep! He was lucky tomorrow he had off from school and all idol work. Then something popped into his mind.
Rolling onto his stomach, he looked at the back of his clones head "Say.." He started off, curiosity on the edge of his voice. The replica looked back at him, with annoyed eyes. Again. Otoya tried to ignore them "What can I call you? I can't call you "Otoya"..." It was only the right truth. He couldn't call someone else himself.. even it was indeed himself!
The clone stared at him, before looking down at his snack, shrugging. "Just give me any name, as if I was your pet" He continued taking large bites of the ice cream, more of it disappearing as he kept eating it. 'Like... a Pet?' Otoya thought about what he said. The only things that come to mind would be like Flash or Sparky. Those didn't fit at all..
"That, or a nickname you have?" The copy spoke up again. Otoya almost jumped up from his bed. He immediately knew what to call him. Ren would give nicknames to everyone, even himself. "Ikki-kun!"
The clone looked up at him, confused and a bit irritated "Excuse me?" He asked, pausing from working at his ice cream. Otoya had his hands up excitedly, smiling widely "Ikki-kun!" He repeated "I can call you Ikki-kun!" Waiting for his original to explain further, the copy stared at him.
Otoya just lightly giggled to himself, trying to explain "Ren, one of my friends, gives everyone nicknames. He gave me the nickname Ikki-kun! So maybe I can call you that!"
The replica continued staring, but he knew what he was talking about now. "Ikki-kun.." He mumbled to himself. It didn't sound harmful or terrifying, but yet it fit him. He looked back at his original, before nodding "Alright, my name is Ikki-kun then"
It was decided then.