Chapter 2: If i sing you a song, will you shut up?
Kazahaya lay flat on his bed, all limbs hanging off the sides. Exasperated heaves escaped loudly from his lungs, sweat trickled down, everywhere, and dirt covered his face and cloths.
No, my dedicated readers, you did not just miss a sex scene.
I didn't... know there were going to be... DOGS! Kazahaya's eye's widened at the memory.
The sound of a knob squeaking, and water crashing down in the bathroom reminded Kazahaya that he would have 25 minutes of alone time.
Thinking about it, then reaching under his top mattress to grab the small, plain brown book. Kazahaya sat up to lean against the wall, grabbed the pen in the binding, and opened to the second blank page.
They say a good fight builds character...
Kazahaya exhaled sharply, then continued.
Dammit they were wrong...
"Hey, Rikuo, you sure you know where your going?" Kazahaya, reluctantly, stayed close behind Rikuo. Because, though he would never admit it, he was a little anxious of the spooky building.
"Why? Scared of the dark Kaza-chan?" Rikuo smirked, recalling the word Saiga used to address Kazahaya by.
"NO! And stop calling me 'chan'!" Kazahaya moved to walk next to Rikuo, as opposed to cowering behind him.
The boys came to a halt at the end of the pitch black hallway, to stare at the giant room before them.
Only the rays of the moon, visible through the broken glass windows above, were able to light up the place. Dusty, broken and burnt conveyor belts were scattered ubiquitously, making hardly any space to walk between. No wonder this place ended in a fire.
Rikuo moved first, stepping over a jumbled up piece of metal.
Kazahaya followed slowly behind, his hands in tight fists at his chest.
"Why would a mirror be in here?" Kazahaya asked to no one, in order to break the sudden silence.
Rikuo shrugged, crawling over a piece of machine to further cross the room. As Kazahaya swung his leg over the devise, speckled dust floated down in front of his face. Soon regretting it, he looked up, and shrunk away at the sight.
Old, wooden beams covered the ceiling. Some were snapped due to termites and humidity, others still remained, of course, but Kazahaya questioned the strength of the remaining wood.
"You shouldn't worry about it." Guessing his thoughts, Rikuo took Kazahaya by the elbow to help him over. "now, we should split up, get this done and over with."
Kazahaya only nodded.
"You take the west side, I'll take east- are you okay?" Rikuo helped Kazahaya stand up straight, for he had started to stumble.
"Of course I'm okay!" He ripped his arm out of Rikuo's grasp. "I'll be the one to get the mirror first!" Kazahaya smirked and turned his destined way.
"Don't do anything stupid." Kazahaya, his back to Rikuo, waved his hand in the air at his command.
"Shower's free."
Kazahaya snapped his head up from the book.
"Whatcha doin'?" Rikuo grinned, his hair was still dripping wet, wearing his boxers and a t-shirt.
"Uh, nothing!" Kazahaya shut the journal, and sat still, waiting for Rikuo to leave.
He didn't.
"What?" Rikuo stepped closer.
"Um, shouldn't you start supper or something?" Kazahaya looked hopeful.
"Even though its your turn." He rolled his eyes. "but, whatever. Go take a shower, you smell like dog." Before Rikuo went into the kitchen, Kazahaya watched him pull a pair of jeans on from his dresser.
After Rikuo was out of site, Kazahaya stashed the journal under his pillow, grabbed an extra pair of cloths and into the bathroom.
Kazahaya came out of the bathroom, as if he had gotten done taking a swim in the arctic.
Damn him, Rikuo- "Achoo!" Ugh... Sniff. leaving me with no hot water.
Kazahaya crawled over to his bed, and wrapped himself up in a cocoon of blankets and sheets.
"Cold, chan man?" Kazahaya only needed to lift his lashes up slightly to see a Rikuo in the door way to the kitchen, grinning of course. But he was too tired, and cold to backlash him at the moment.
"Aw, would you like me to warm you up?" Rikuo bent down to look sexy.
"Go to hell!" Kazahaya chattered, although the blankets were bringing his temperature up. Rikuo gave one last smile before heading back into the kitchen, to finish making what smelled like barbecued pork chops, yum.
Kazahaya stuck his naked arm out of the blankets to grope under his pillow for the journal. Pulling it out, he followed the ritual of taking the pen out of the bindings-
Wait, i just threw the pen down afterward...
True terror coming to his eyes, Kazahaya hastily opened the book, and flipped the first few pages to find...
Thats brilliant penmanship you got there, aspiring to be a writer now are we?
"..."
"..."
"...?!"
"Argh, RIKUO!!"
Not even 5 seconds later.
"Yes?" Rikuo appeared again at the door way, twirling a spatula in his hand.
Kazahaya shoved the book up. "Explain this!"
Rikuo seemed to study it. "Why, that looks like a diary."
"It's not a diary!!" Kazahaya screamed, then remembered his point. "Why did you read it?!"
"Who said i read it?" Rikuo questioned without hesitation.
"You cant just-"
"Hold that thought, if you plan to scold me, at least allow me to turn the burner off." Rikuo headed back into the kitchen, then re-appeared without the spatula.
"You said you read it!" Kazahaya opened to the page to reveal Rikuo's scrawl.
Rikuo walked to the bed. "Let me see it." He reached down to take it as he said this.
"Yeah right!" He flinched away at Rikuo's hand.
"I thought you said I already read it."
"..."
"So it's perfectly fine if i see it again."
"Ah ha! You admit it!"
"No, I'm just taking your assumptions to thought."
"But-"
Rikuo took this moment to snatch the book away from Kazahaya's loose grip.
"Ah, give it back!" Kazahaya went to take it, but was pushed back by Rikuo's hand on his chest. "Stop reading it!" He saw Rikuo using one hand to hold to book up to his eye's, while using the other one to hold Kazahaya back with.
"I see what you trying to do! And if you think that if you can pull it off!... You are so dead!" Rikuo remained silent, but a slight uplift in his cheek bone revealing a smile.
"What the hell are you smiling about?! Man if it wasn't for the extra weight of the quilt, I would be all over you like-"
And before Kazahaya could guess why Rikuo was suddenly half on top of him, their lips met, one of them wide eyed. Rikuo's eyes closed, he deepened the kiss, letting the book drop to bring his hand around Kazahaya's head, who whimpered, but did nothing else.
"Ah, silence." Rikuo lazily opened his eye's, and without another word, got up and walked away.