Chapter 2: Jazzing Jester
Akisunai Seifu really wasn't an eye-catching individual. Well; That's what he told himself, and desperately craved for. Through the years, his skills in hiding in the shadows and melting into a crowd had increased enough for Seifu to deal with.
In his early childhood he was just an average boy, nothing really outstanding. Okay, he had some nice features… but the only trouble he got with it at that time, was a bunch of mothers and grandmothers pinching his cheeks playfully.
But when he got older, he noticed girls started to act quite strange towards him. They would stare at him, and when he looked back, quickly study the ceiling or gaze out of the window. Their cheeks would flare red if he asked them if they wanted to play a game. All such things; Resulting in hateful stares from his male friends.
No, Seifu rather kept quiet, kept distance, hiding all emotions but his anger. Scaring people was the perfect way to stop them fuzzing over his looks. Oh, and baggy, dark clothing were quite helpful, too.
And there he was, walking out of school, wearing an orange/red scarf which belonged with Jyouka (and was attracting far too much attention, why did he accept the stupid scarf anyway?), walking next to a loud chatting and half-dancing boy who made the spring-sun look dull and weak next to his appearance.
Seifu realized that all his efforts to keep on the background would proof to be useless; and this shattered his already cracked mood.
Suddenly Seifu heard a shift in the conversation; Jyouka cut off his sentence (which was about his far away cousin who had farted in some Dutch queen's presence).
"Oh, I see you are catching quite the attention." the serious tone in his voice made Seifu's eyes lock on the gypsy's face.
"That's because there's a dancing idiot of a clown walking beside me." Seifu bit out.
"Oww, that hurts, angry Seifu-chan!" he pouted. "they give you just as much stares as they give me, Raven Angel. Just look!"
He smiled widely again and spread his arms to the audience around him. "Isn't it wonderful, my beautiful Swearing Boy of Cuteness?"
Seifu glared at him. "Shut up, drag-queen. If you ever call me names like that again I'll shove a telephonepole up your ass."
"Oooh, impressive. My ass is all yours."
"WHAT DID YOU SAY?"
"Something a gentleman like me won't repeat in company of such lovely ladies." He bowed politely while they were passing through a group of giggling girls.
"..." Seifu glared.
"I beg you a pardon... I shouldn't be so informal already, we only just met! But then again, we áre having a date right now..."
"We are NOT..."
"having a date? of course we are! you, the boy of my dreams, will buy me a nice cup of chocolate coffee, with pure white whipcream..."
"You must be joking." Seifu snorted.
"Jyouka's the name, splendid to meet you. Seifu, I'm sorry for the sudden change of subject, but... Can you tell me why we just passed three cafés?" Jyouka looked at him in utter interest, still smiling.
"Because I am not taking you to one of those."
"Why not? You clearly want to get rid of me as soon as possible. Or... maybe... you want to take me somewhere... special..."
Jyouka stopped walking, and grabbed Seifu's hand. he turned the surprised boy around and enclosed him in his arms, pushing his cheek against he raven. Seifu stiffened, and to his utter surprise felt something wet on the cheek pushed against his... No, that certainly couldn't be a tear!
"You are so sweet! I've never had someone care about me that much! So sweet! So sweet!" his voice was shakey and a bit high. Still it sounded very pretty...
"Ok, ok! now let me go! LET ME GO! can't...breathe..." Seifu pushed the crying bile of colors away, panting for air.
Jyouka let him go and wiped a tear away with his pinky, his brown eyes resembling those of a puppy. "So sweet, Seifu-chan..."
Seifu almost believed it, if it weren't for the sneaky smile tugging the brunet's lips. But then again... was it an act? or was the sneaky smile something Seifu wanted to see? Jyouka sniffed his nose in a orange napkin of silk, interrupting Seifu's thoughts.
"Ok, now... excuse me for that, my love... I didn't plan on spraying my tears of happyness into your black silky hair... Oh my, I must say, your hair smells delicious... what shampoo do you use? Herbal Essences?"
"Mind your own business." Seifu's mood started to drop again. He opened the door to his uncle's café, The Jazzing Jester.
"Wow! I really like that name... fabulous! Although the interior seems a bit... plain to match the name..." Jyouka said while eyeing the big neon sign above the door.
"Hey Seifu! nice to see you again! Oh, I see you brought a friend?"
"A friend? You must be joking, Aruberto-san. He just helped me out of detention so he owes me a drink. Er... where's Mira?"
"Oh, she's helping in the kitchen. I'll call her right away... but first, can I take your order?"
