"You monster! Bakemono da yo! Gawd…what the hell kind of person does that to another human being! All those things…gawd!"
"It was only three times. Stop being a spas, idiot."
"Three times is a lot! That was only my FIRST time! You're terrible! AND DON'T CALL ME AN IDIOT, BASTARD!"
Rikuo just smirked, he had the sort of lips that naturally fell into that cocky kind of half twitch. The sight it made, once paired with the taller boys darkly alluring eyes, always made Kudo blush furiously. Today was no exception. An even fan of rosy heat was creeping across his cheeks, he just knew it, and the muffled scoffing of his roommate only confirmed his suspicions.
"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU SNIGGERING ABOUT! YOU ASSHOLE!"
Clenching his fists tightly, the lithe youth glared heatedly across the room, hair standing on end as he began to stomp toward the seated boy whose complete attention seemed to be on the newspaper he held in front of his nose.
That bastard! Who the hell does he think he is, arrogant, cocky, JERK! Running through every kind of insult he could fling at the seated youth, Kudo failed to notice the stray woman's breast-tacular undergarment lying across his stomp-shuffle path. Naturally it was inevitable, with Kudo-kun being…Kudo-kun, that the tip of said youths shoe would catch the cup of said womans undergarment and that the other foot of afore mentioned youth would stomp upon the other cup. Thus, the arm-flailing, headfirst dive into quite a large pile of womans intimates resulted in rather loud barking laughter from Rikuo, and thrashing screams from Kudo Kazahaya.
"Tch. I didn't know doing the laundry gets you so hot and bothered, Kazahaya."
The lustful whisper snaked its way into Kudo's ears, stirring a new wave of heat within him. Turning to glare into those lethally attractive eyes, the seductive orbs narrowed as if homing in on it's prey. Gulping suddenly with apprehension Kudo retaliated, in the only way he knew how, to the uncomfortable sexual tension he felt building in that stare.
"Argh! You pervert!"
"I'm not the one rolling around in dirty panties. Some new found fetish I take it?"
A self-satisfied smirk settled upon Rikuos' features as he noted the deepening flush and more frantic curses being slung at him by his shorter companion. Puffing his cheeks out lightly, Kudo stood among the intimates, peeling various styles of panties and bras from his overly large sweater, only to turn a deeper shade of red (if possible) for the fifth time that day as he became painfully aware of Rikuos' incessant staring. Gritting his teeth in indignation he stepped from the pile, pulling a long line of tangled bras out, as the strap of one was hooked around his ankle.
"Looks like they know their mama." That infuriating smirk again, that stupid, stupid, sexy curve of his lips. Wanting at once to claw that look off Rikuos' face forever, Kudo was suddenly engulfed with a smothering warmth. Having stood up abruptly Rikuo had taken it upon himself to pull the shorter youth into a mock intimate embrace, holding Kazahayas' jaw firmly between his slender, albeit calloused, fingers. Man, Kazahaya does have a good face…
Tilting the effeminate youths chin up, Rikuo brought his face closer, eyes searching out the planes of Kudos' delicate features until only centimeters could be placed between them.
"Maybe you should stop looking so sexy, parading around in womens intimates and all, because Kakei will dock your pay for failing to open the store on time." Blinking rapidly in bewilderment, Kudo had no time to comprehend their close proximity or the way Rikuos' eyes seemed to swallow him whole and never let go, his pay was on the line! Pushing off, a bit too successfully, the other male, a mad stumbling dash down the stairway ensued.
Panting heavily, Kudo clocked in exactly on time, doubling over in an effort to catch his breath. Gawd, at least I made it. Now Kakei-san won't dock my pay. Stupid jerk almost made me late! Grr… Still bent forward and panting a pair of thick, strong arms encircled Kudos' willowy waist, the youths back snapping up to slam into Saiga's unyielding chest. Startled, Kudo threw a mildly bewildered stare over his shoulder, seeing his expression reflected in the ever present dark sunglasses.
"Wow, kiddo, pretty fast reflexes, huh? You sure you haven't ever been in that position before?" loud guffawing and a lecherous grin later, "Be sure to not do that so often, though, it's a mighty tempting AND compromising position to put yourself in." Finally releasing a confused Kudo, with a few hearty back slaps that threatened to bowl the youth over, Saiga made an obnoxiously loud exit to Kakei-sans' office.
Shrugging off that mornings first, but never last, random assault by Saiga, Kudo slipped into his apron. Tying the strings securely in the back he turned to begin stocking the shelves. Stifling a yawn, Kudo hurriedly went through the monotonous motions, lapsing into his own thoughts as box after box of frivolous items disappeared onto the shelves.
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Rikuo had woken him early that morning.
Cold air swirled softly about the driftwood locks, seeping in from the cracked window by Kazahayas' bed. Swiveling sleep clouded slate-green eyes to gaze through the immaculate glass of his window pane, the youth studied his view of the city sky. Grey streaks of pre-dawn striped the inky navy canvas, clouds gathered at the horizon like sea foam at the oceans lip. Winking merrily at the inhabitants of earth, even the stars were a way off to actually retreating into their sunlit beds. A resounding silence echoed on the streets, in the trees and through out the room; apparently even the insects and birds, morning lovers for sure, had decided that this was just an ungodly hour to be active.
So, actually, early was an understatement. That arrogant jerk had roused him at the crack of ass, just to inform the youth that he had to do laundry. Laundry! Of all the stupid excuses to torture the shorter boy, he had never even done laundry in his life. A fact he had snarled to his ebony haired room mate, before turning haughtily on his side to lapse back into a light slumber. Which, incidentally, gave Kudo the perfect excuse to start, as Rikuo had so angrily growled, whilst pouring a cup full of freezing water on Kudos' prone form.
Wild cursing and a change of clothes later, Kudo had found himself struggling to differentiate between 'light' clothing and 'dark' clothing, which was turning into a pain in the ass activity. What the hell kind of obsessive compulsive idiot made this system! This is ridiculous…isn't grey a dark? Argh…and pink…isn't that a dark too? Dammit…I mean…it's fucking DARK if it isn't white, isn't it? Howling in irritation, the slighter youth began to deftly fling clothes into two piles, the continuous arc of flying fabric catching Rikuo's attention from their small kitchen.
"What the hell are you doing?" A cynical arch of his brow gave rise to fresh anger in Kudo, who blatantly chose to ignore the taller youths inquiry. Frowning in impatience Rikuo came up on Kudos' side, studying the pale hands carefully as they sorted through the numerous articles of clothing.
"You do know that you're doing that completely wrong." Not a question, but a statement. An exceedingly condescending statement. Bristling at the tone in Rikuo's voice, a very cranky and tired Kazahaya was ready to explode. Turning to the side, teeth grit and eyes narrowed in accusation, the rant never had time to begin. Rikuo's strong, tanned hands were overlapping his own, the feather-soft touch at once gentle but firm as he guided Kudos' own. Speaking softly and patiently, the deep rumble of Rikuo's words struck a chord within him, his very being seeming to vibrate with the every syllable that fell from those magnificently shaped lips. The darker haired boy was explaining to him, with almost loving care, exactly how to separate the clothes, moving Kazahayas' alabaster hands with his own, a master and his marionette. The words coming forth from the taller one must be nothing short of a tantra, intent on binding his soul to the others whim, all the while spinning a web of false security.
The surprisingly morbid thought caught Kudo off guard, his eyes softening at the deep loneliness that suddenly erupted in him. Even though Rikuo's a jerk…he's the only one that really cares anything about me… Even Kakei-san seems so indifferent half the time… Moisture was building in his eyes, the sudden onslaught of emotion stinging his nose as he turned half-dazed orbs to stare at Rikuo, his hands still moving at the ministrations of the taller youth.
Not quite confident in the youths attention span, marbled blue eyes turned to gauge the reaction of his shorter companion, Like teaching a fucking kid what's warm and cold…Geeze… gasping inaudibly as he did so. Staring down into Kudos' half-lidded, clouded gaze Rikuo struggled against the sudden magnetism that willed him closer. Pain swam openly atop the slate-green orbs, flowing deep, as if into the soul. Unshed tears caused an eerie, glittering, luminescence in Kazahaya's eyes, their forlorn expression harshly out of place on the cherubic features. Why…why is he looking at me like that…
A sudden twinge in Rikuo's chest prompted him to draw closer to the dazed youth, his fingers gently twining themselves with the smaller ones beneath them. Kazahaya's loneliness pierced him to the core, urging the ebon haired man closer… Why…? A stifling need to soothe away Kazahaya's hurt possessed him, throwing inhibition to the winds Rikuo moved closer still, the intoxicating fragrance of earthy mint enveloping his senses.
Mesmerized by the warmth of Rikuo's breath swirling lazily about his lips, Kudo couldn't bring himself to move away from the taller man. Rikuo's fingers twining with his own and the sudden movement of his muscular arm as it encircled his waist brought Kazahaya closer to the dark-haired youth. Limbs moving of their own accord, Kudo found it impossible to break the hold those marbled blue orbs held on him, his free hand wandering up Rikuo's muscled arm to aid in the wrapping of his own appendage about the broad shoulders. Moments passed in strained silence, razor-edged tension on every breath. Neither youth dared to break the enchantment of the moment, every inch of their bodies pressed against one another…save for the flushed and quivering orifices that remained partially split in anticipation.
"Oh my, are we interrupting something?" A faint chuckle followed the merry exclamation, Kakeis' lithe form in the doorway shadowed against the lump that was Saiga. Snapping their heads around with an almost audible crack, Kudo and Rikuo froze, a rather loud silence blanketing the room. Alas, it was short lived as either youth immediately vaulted as far away as possible from each other, throwing accusatory glares across the room.
"It's not what it looks like!"
"This is all wrong!"
"He's a pervert! Its not my fault!"
"You were the one pulling on me!"
"ME? YOU TOTALLY CAME ONTO ME YOU ASSHOLE!"
"See? His strong reactions proves he's the culprit."
"Oh, no, please continue, I was just dropping off some laundry, seeing as how you two seem to love working together on it," another merry chuckle as Kakeis' smiling eyes observed from above the rim of his glasses.
"…" How does Kakei-san always know what we're doing…?
Saiga, on cue as always, guffawed loudly into the quiet room, setting down an enormous bag of what appeared to be bras and panties. Blinking with curiosity Kazahaya walked up to the bag, picking up the corner of a thong gingerly 'twixt forefinger and thumb.
"Uhh…Kakei-san…this isn't your laundry, is it?" Apprehension filled the younger mans voice, a nervous kind of grin playing about his lips. A slight shake of the head from the Green Drug Store owner caused an audible sigh of relief to escape Kudo.
"It's Saigas'." More loud guffawing followed the dropped jaw and full frontal face-plant as Kazahaya began to sputter out half-formed questions and incoherent sounds of disbelief. Rikuo stared out the window, pretending that nothing of the sort was going on as he shook his head slowly.
Stooping low to grab the thrashing youth from the ground, Saiga held him out at arms length.
"Gwauhaha, relax, kid! I know a few people who know a few people who need their clothes washed. 'Sides, this is sort of like one of those side jobs you love to take on," an almost instant halt to all movements were made at the mention of 'side job', Kazahayas' eyes growing big as saucers at the possibilities.
"So there's pay? Huh, Kakei-san?" A small nod of ascent was given, Kudo's cue to twist out of Saiga's grip and begin sorting the intimates with renewed fervor.
"My, Kudo-kun, you're such a hard worker. I appreciate your dedication to the job," Kakeis' sugary tone caused Rikuo to roll his eyes, the taller youth turning to lean against the windowsill. Throwing a knowing stare to the exasperated Rikuo, Kakei and Saiga took their leave.
"Well, hero, it's your job. So hurry your ass up."
"SHUT UP, ASSHOLE!" And thus, a very bedraggled and tired Kudo was seen stomping through the piles and piles of clothing. Apparently the bag had some kind of charm on it that caused the interior to contain much more space than physically allowed. Damn him for never asking about the catch.
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Blinking stupidly, it wasn't until Kazahaya noticed that his fingers were smacking dully into the bottom of the cardboard box that he stopped trying to stock the non-existent items. Mentally shaking himself, the lithe form made its way stiffly to the back, picking up another box of items. The soft tinkle of the bell as the doors opened prompted Kudo to look at the customers entering the store. Nodding stoically to the three now-giggling girls, Rikuo turned from their flushed and starry-eyed staring to continue stocking the shelf he was near.
The scene wasn't particularly rare, especially with Rikuo greeting. There never seemed to be an end to the amount of females that walked into Green Drug Store looking for 'this lip gloss in mint flavor' or 'a sexier shade of burgundy' to dye their hair. Regardless of what the petty request for service was, each girls goal appeared to be talking to Rikuo. The flushed faces and rampant giggling that occurred as soon as their backs were turned from the taller youth was a clear indicator to Kudo of Rikuos' popularity.
Who the hell likes a jerk like Rikuo anyways? Bah… Gritting his teeth in annoyance, Kudo turned to frown deeply into the shelf of cotton balls. He was being abnormally bothered by the dark-haired idiot today. Every unnerving nuance that passed between was just one too many for the delicate youth. Kazahaya's slate green eyes swiveled to glare at the clock upon the wall, it was nearly lunch. Hurrying to finish his newly acquired box of goods the youths stomach gave a protesting growl. Apparently he needed nourishment right that minute.
Frowning, once again, to his gurgling organ Kazahaya caught the piercing stare of Kakei-san. Motioning gracefully for the other to follow the slender pharmacist made his way to the back office. A fierce fire lit previously dull eyes, this had to be a side job, another one so soon after receiving his earlier mission of laundry duty . Practically skipping to the metal door in joy, Kazahaya began to contemplate all the amazing things he could accomplish at this rate of income. More money meant a faster way to move out and away from that Rikuo jerk. It was just what he needed.