Title: Stalker

Length: 1/?

Rating: PG-13 (subject to change)

Warnings: Language, abuse, yaoi-naughtiness later on ^_~

Pairings: Bou & OC, Kanon & Bou (one-sided), other pairing to be revealed, or discovered later

Disclaimer: I do not own anything but my OC character, who is not intentionally based off of anyone

Summary: After putting up with his abusive boyfriend, Bou finally works up the courage to break up with him. But when Bou finds love from another, the ex vows that if he can't have Bou, nobody can.

Preface

So here I was, alone in a bar... not exactly the kind of place I had expected to go, or end up at for that matter. But Teruki was with family, Kanon was sick and Miku was out of town for an interview. So I was stuck here, alone, in a bar.

I couldn't shake the feeling that people were staring at me. Could've been because I decided to be Bou today and wear my girly clothes, rather than being Kazuhiro Saito and look like a boy. I don't know... there's just something about dressing like a girl and wearing the makeup and the skirts that makes me feel... comfortable. I'm jealous of girls and the beauty they have. I guess that's why I mimic it... or try to, at least.

So people were staring, either because of the way I was dressed, or because of the way I was dressed. ...Well, by that I mean, either they were staring because they knew who I was, therefore they knew I wasn't a girl, or they were staring because they had no idea that I wasn't a girl and were... you know... staring.

I sighed to myself while playing around with the straw that bobbed up and down in my red Shirley Temple. Yeah, I know, there's no fruitier drink out there than a Shirley Temple, but they taste good, and I didn't want to get piss-drunk for no reason. My head was in my hand, which was propped up against the very unclean-looking bar table, and I wondered, since I was clearly bored out of my mind and slightly uncomfortable, why was I still here?

Having enough of the dreary look of the bar's interior and the greasy men that inhabited it, I pulled my wallet out of the pocket of my white hoodie to pay for the drink and turned around to leave, when all of a sudden, my life changed forever, when he walked toward me.

I stared out at him and couldn't help but think how utterly good-looking he was, like a model or something. He had light brown hair with random stand-out blond highlights and brown eyes that sparkled even in this pit of gross darkness, and his facial features and body, from what I could tell, were in perfect, chiseled shape. Simply put, he was gorgeous.

I'd never put my sexual orientation out there. I think if you knew me well enough, then you'd see that I pretty much like both sexes. On the other hand, it would be hard to tell, because rarely are bands asked about personal things like relationships and sexuality. But when the question was asked to the band, my answer would be about girls, as were the rest of the band's answers, not because we were all trying to hide something, but because girls were the key sex asked about in topics like that, such as "What do you look for in a girl?" or "What was your worst dating experience?" ...Though, for that question, we would answer with female dates to avoid confusion or the unavoidable awkwardness that came when the same sex was mentioned... All of the members of the band liked girls, but it was... a silent code, I guess, that we didn't talk about when it came to boys. Either we just knew or we never asked, but more importantly, we pretty much accepted whatever romantic decisions that someone in the band made.

This was what made me want to explore the boundaries of bisexuality (well, bi-curiousness, at that moment) a bit further. Not to say that I hadn't; I would occasionally find a guy that I thought was physically attractive, but I never acted on it. If they had the personality of my bandmates along with the looks, I would be happy. But I would be happy with either gender as long as they loved me for hyper, cross-dressing me.

I felt my face heat up looking at him and quickly turned around as I saw him coming closer, still sitting on the bar stool and neurotically taking a large sip of my drink while silently cursing myself for not taking my cigarettes with me. As expected, more like, as I'd hoped, he walked up to me... I could feel it. It's one of those things that you just know without looking, like the creepy stares from the drunks across the bar. I grew tense as I could feel my whole back, the back he was approaching, grow hotter and hotter until-

"Hey there."

I jumped, spilling my some of the red drink that I was nervously gripping onto the bar countertop. I know I should have prepared for it, I thought I did, but something in me panicked. Being close to someone like...that, got me flustered.

I felt him back away a bit, startled as well. "I'm sorry, miss. I didn't mean to frighten you."

My heart leapt as I soaked in every word and tried to preserve it into my memories; his voice was so smooth, like velvet. I tried my best to regain my composure, but still couldn't get up the courage to face him, literally.

"I-it's okay, I'll be fine," I replied quickly, still facing away from him, to which I cursed myself for doing, again. If he looked that perfect from far away... man, I was dying to know how he looked up close. But still, my nerves were getting the better of me.

"Let me make it up to you, " he said, gently placing a hand on my shoulder. Little did he know that his hand felt like it was burning right through me. "I'll buy you a drink."

I stuttered at first, trying to say something to make him realize... "U-umm...I-I, well...no, you don't h-have...to..."

"But I want to." I could feel him smiling through the way he said that, and guilt rushed over me. He thought I was someone else, and my conscious was yelling at me to set him straight. Why was this so hard? I'd done it so many other times before... My heart was racing when I finally turned to face him.

I wore no makeup that day, so, unlike my perception of him, which was so much better than his looks from far away, what he thought I was from far away, he could more or less tell close-up, and I could tell that he could tell, as he took another surprised step back.

"...You...I mean, you're not a- a- umm....I mean, well, you're a...."

I shook my head, feeling badly for tricking him, even if it was unintentional. "Yeah, I'm not a girl. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to confuse you..." I couldn't even look at him, so I stared a hole into the floor.

He took a step back forward, clearing his throat of his own stuttering. "N-no, I'm sorry, I didn't mean offense, I was just... well... aren't you Bou, from Antic Cafe?"

I looked up. 'Figures that's why he came over, he's just a fan...' I thought, defeated. "Yeah, I am. And you're a fan, right?"

I was not prepared for the answer he gave me in return. "Not really," he said chuckling, "I mean, I suppose I could be if I knew your music at all, but I just recognized you from a magazine I read."

"You've never heard our music?"

"Well, I've only heard a couple of your songs on the radio, but to be honest, I only matched the music with the faces just recently." He looked embarrassed as he rubbed the back of his neck with his hand to comfort himself. "Two weeks ago, I probably would have never recognized you." He flashed a meek, but still beautiful smile. It was contagious, and I couldn't help but smile back.

"I'm sorry," he spoke suddenly, "I didn't mean to offend you or anything..."

I laughed, probably looking a bit crazy to him, but still couldn't help but laugh nonetheless. "Don't worry, it's fine. I'm actually glad you don't really know us. I mean, I'm always happy to see the Cafekko, our fans, but it gets tiring sometimes. I just wish I could go away from being Bou and be...normal, I guess." I forced out a hopeless laugh.

"Is that why you're in a place like this?" We looked at each other at the same time, I probably looked confused. "Just," he continued, "you don't exactly fit the...charming qualities this place has to offer." He looked around the drab bar to emphasize.

He was right. This place sucked, and yet I still was wondering why I was here in the first place. "You look too good to be here, too, you know." Realizing what I'd just said, I blushed, quickly looking down again so he wouldn't see.

"Yeah, well, they closed down my favorite bar a couple of days ago, Moonlight, and I was desperate," he laughed again.

Snapping myself out of the trance that that divine laugh had put me in, I jumped back into conversation. "Oh, you mean the one on Sakura Ave.?"

He nodded vigorously, "The very one... They're gonna turn it into another McDonald's." He looked visibly disgusted.

"I'm sorry..."

"Oh! No, it's okay, I'll live, I just really liked that place." We both laughed, finally getting a look into each other's eyes and turned away, blushing.

"So...ummm... do you still not want that drink?"

I looked back at him, shocked. "Seriously? You're still offering?"

"Yeah," he smiled.

"...You do know that I'm not a girl, right? And that only leaves one other gender..." I shot him a skeptic look.

He laughed again, "Yes, yes, I know. But, I'm not looking for anything so...fast. There's nothing wrong with just talking, is there?"

My skepticism instantly went away after that. "Really? Y-yeah, okay."

He grinned and sat in the empty stool next to me, ordering me an alcoholic drink that I didn't quite catch the name of. He turned back to me and we smiled simultaneously. But an obvious question popped into my head....

"I'm sorry, I didn't catch your name?"

"Oh yeah, where are my manners? I'm Toshihiro Kimura. But that's just for work. You can call me Toshi."

I giggled at his mannerisms. "Well, it's nice to meet you, Toshi-san," I said, bowing my head a couple of short times.

In the midst of rising, he took my hand and kissed it, making me blush more intensely than any other time. "And it is a delight to meet you, Bou-san."

~*~*~*~*~*~

And that was how we met, a shining face in a bleak dive. Who would've figured that one, huh? But up until that moment, I'd never been put in that sort of position. I would be the charmer for girls, but I'd never been the one charmed before. I got put in situations like this before: getting hit on by guys who would mistake me for a girl, then excuse themselves when they realized, feeling embarrassed. But Toshi was different. In his mind, I went from a girl to a guy in 5 seconds flat, yet he barely flinched, and he was the first to not feel like he'd royally messed up like the others. It was new and exciting, yet very flustering. But overall, I liked this feeling. It made me warm up, inside and unfortunately outside, which I tried my best to hide from him. We ended up talking for 2 hours at the bar, getting a bit drunk, but still sober enough to remember the other's name and most of the conversation. He gave me his phone number so we could set up a date for next time. His words, so beautifully said, "Next time", rang in my head. There was going to be a next time, and that put me so high up on cloud nine that not even God could bring me down. I hate to say that it was love, but I couldn't deny the chemistry we had at the bar. It felt great and, for once, I was finally willing to pursue it...

That was how it started, 6 months ago.... Now, I just want it to end.

A/N: So, quite a lot of people were asking me, or asking in general, for a new Antic Cafe story to read because, let's face it, the only one's really going are...none T_T So, I'm going to put my best into this, even if it is going slow at the moment ^_^"

...LJ's editing system is so lame...There, I had to edit this 6 times to get the formatting the way I wanted...Though this is from WordPad to LJ XP

This was just the intro, the "get to know the characters better" part. Like Toshi, who is not who he appears to be...clearly XD

Anyways, updates will be soon, since most of it is pre-written already X3 R&R!