Another failed date. Just how many had he been on just this week? Five? Seven? He can't even bring himself to care right now.
Yuuri winced. The girl had been too chatty. Yesterday's had been too fidgety. The other day's had been too classy. Monday's had been too beautiful. Huh? Yuuri sighed. He felt like the girl's bodyguard-slash-bouncer half the time they were walking from the Ginza Five to a nearby theatre because of the number of guys who were trying to entice her away. Yuuri smirked. The girl (What was her name again?) had held on to his arm like a starfish and buried her head into his shoulder to show each of those guys she was in no way interested. Ah! Yuuri realized. She had been too clingy.
Yuuri half-walked, half-ran up the stoop of his and his brother's apartment building, made a mock salute to the doorman who welcomed him home, smiled winningly at the receptionist and asked her if anything had come in the mail and got a sweetish "no" and a her phone number on a Post-it (again!) for an answer. The 24-year-old king of the Demon Kingdom gave the pretty (but rather forward) young lady a small, controlled smile and a nod in thanks and used the stairs instead of the elevator to get to his and his brother's bachelor pad on the 12th floor. It was his version of his training runs with Conrad when he was on earth. Downtown Tokyo isn't exactly runner-friendly. Almost everyone who was old enough owned a car and every hour seemed to be rush hour. Even the trains were packed to bursting. So run up and down twelve flights Yuuri did every time. It kept his mind clear of thoughts he'd rather not have, like shooting down every prospect for a girlfriend which, Murata jests, may well be three fourths of the female populace of Tokyo. Yuuri turned the knob of their unit harder than he'd meant to and broke it. For a second he thought he'd call Murata and demand that he pay for it.
Shori didn't raise his head from his laptop when his brother came in. On the small dining table the firstborn Shibuya, Maou of Earth was sitting at, a new doorknob can be seen lying innocently, as well as a couple of screws and a screwdriver. "That's the third one this week, Yuuri. I'm not going to fix it this time," Shori said to his brother flatly while continuing on with his game.
Yuuri chuckled sheepishly and scratched the back of his head guiltily like he did every time he realizes he'd been caught. "I'm sorry. I'll fix it right away," he said.
This time Shori looked up and the light from the laptop's monitor made his glasses flash for a moment before Yuuri was able to see his eyes again. The next thing Yuuri saw was a warm pork bun flying his way. Yuuri caught it easily as if it had been a baseball and took a bite out of it, mumbling his thanks to his brother through a mouthful of sweet pork and rice bun. After he'd swallowed he asked, "Are you going out with Ayana tonight?"
Shori looked back down at his game just low enough so that again, Yuuri couldn't see his eyes. "Shori?"
"Ayana broke up with me."
Yuuri looked away. "I don't understand,"
"She was in love with you all this time," Shori said plainly, too matter-of-factly.
Yuuri touched his temple. "Bitch," he muttered. Ten, even five years ago he would have felt guilty. Now he was just ticked off. This wasn't the first time this happened. How do you apologize to your brother for girls who dated him to get to his little brother? Yuuri thought he'd blow a gasket. "Shori, you know I don't mean to—"
Shori looked his brother in the eye and gave him a rare smile. "I know. You never once saw her as anything more than my girlfriend. I don't believe you even really looked at Ayana at all," Shori teased.
Yuuri rounded the table and patted his brother's shoulder gingerly, somewhat guiltily. "I got you a new SIM game from Akiba today," Yuuri said. He fished a small disc from the breast of his jacket and a small picture-booth photo of Yuuri and Wolfram fell onto the table facing the elder Shibuya. Yuuri hurriedly snatched the photo from the table and put it back in his pocket. Yuuri gave his brother the game disc and rattled off something about calling it a night before he ran up to his loft, flung himself on the bed, wrapped himself up in a cocoon with the blankets and started kicking out inside the comforter. When this did not appease him, he grabbed a pillow to muffle his incessant, frustrated screaming. Yuuri tossed around and yelled into the pillow again and again until he his throat got sore. There would be no sleep for him tonight. Again.
Sayo: Me no own. You don't sue. Song is "Love Isn't" by Same Same, fandom is KKM. Again, I not own, you no sue, okay? The song's in my profile for those who want it. Just please buy the tune from an authorized website if you like it. Musicians also work for a living.