The name of this story is: Bunny, Bunny
Author: Kaida
Fandom: DOLLS by Naked Ape
Pairing: Mikoshiba ShoutaxToudou Usaki; given name last
An author's note will be attached to the beginning and end of each chapter. For any additional information, please do not hesitate to review or PM O.Y.F.Inc. I will respond ASAP.
Let the madness begin.
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Chapter Two
Usaki followed the same route to the back of the misleading building. When he entered the plain, unique door, Shouta was there—on time—with no one else in the room.
"I'm impressed." Usaki furrowed his eyebrows.
"…Pardon?" Shouta grinned.
"I'm impressed that you were able to pull out enough of your imagination to be able to think of that."
"…Thank you, sir." The captain rolled his eyes.
"My name," he said, stepping toward his blonde subordinate, "is Mikoshiba Shouta. Please use it." Usaki continued to stare soullessly at the dark haired man, who towered over him by at least half a head. Shouta sighed. "All right, be that way." Running a hand through his straight, dark hair he sought a chair and sat down in it. He waved Usaki to one across from the one where he was sitting.
"…Captain?" Shouta sighed, aggravated.
"What did I just say?"
"…Mikoshiba-san." The captain rolled his eyes once more.
"I guess beggars can't be choosers."
"What have you called me here for?"
"Can't I see you on a friendly basis, and not because of work?" The dark haired man grinned.
Usaki stood up. "Today is our day off, Captain Mikoshiba. I'd like to have it to myself." His face a mask, the blonde began making his way to the door.
Raising an eyebrow, the captain stopped grinning. "All right, if you really feel that way. What do you do," he continued, opening the door to the hall and walking the blonde to the lobby, "on these days anyway?"
Usaki paused, fists clenched. "What is my business is my business. It is not for others to gossip over." He turned and gave Shouta a curt, precise bow. "Thank you for your time." His head never rose fully to give the captain a full view of his face.
Shouta hummed. Had he glimpsed a bit of regret in the boy's normally stoic features? Watching the retreating back, he hummed again. Usaki would hate him for this, but since he hardly had anything better to do…he could follow Usaki.
It was winter, and the both of them were dressed in warm trench coats—Usaki in a nondescript tan one with brass buckles and Shouta in a smart black one with silver clasps. Shouta had slipped on his fake, square glasses so that his identity would be obscured. As Usaki kept up a brisk walk from street to street, the dark haired man nearly lost sight of him once or twice. But as Shouta kept an eye on Usaki, he noticed exactly where the boy was going.
The hospital.
A while ago, Shouta had found with the help of a friend in the intel department files on Usaki. There wasn't much—just the very basic information: name, DOB, place of birth, parents, siblings, and a brief summary of his past.
However, Usaki had a twin sibling—in a coma.
Was that who he was visiting?
They both entered the hospital, Shouta discreetly trailing Usaki to the lobby. The receptionist, a cute young lady, seemed to recognize Usaki.
"Ah, Toudou-san…I'm sorry, but…you can't visit him today."
Shouta sat down at a chair and picked up a magazine, opening it and pretending to read. He glanced at Usaki, who suddenly looked very fidgety.
"…Why not?"
The lady shifted nervously. "Ah, the doctor…I can't say, Toudou-san. I'm sorry."
Usaki fixed her with a steady stare. "You can't say?"
She looked down, abashed. "…He said that Iori-san is in no condition to have visitors today." A small bow to the blonde. "I'm sorry. There is nothing more I can do for you."
Usaki gave a small, uncertain nod and turned around.
Shouta quickly brought up the magazine to his face, avoiding any contact with the blonde.
"…Captain Mikoshiba?" The dark-haired man looked up to see the blonde looking incredulously in his direction.
"…Oh. Usagi. What a coincidence!"
"…Sir, with all due respect…" He motioned towards the magazine in the captain's hands. "…it's upside-down."
Shouta blanched, and turned it right side up hastily. "Ah. Well, you see, you'll learn this as you get older…ah, different viewpoints provide different pieces of information."
"…Again, with all due respect, isn't that common sense?" The blonde raised a fine eyebrow. He sighed. "Captain…you don't need to follow me around. What is my business is my business."
Shouta shook his head. "I know. You've told me that before."
"Then why are you following me around like a common stalker?" Usaki's voice rose a little bit, and the receptionist looked up.
"Is…everything all right, sirs?"
The captain stood up. "Ah, yes. Everything is fine. Sorry to bother you—we were just about to leave." The receptionist smiled easily and inclined her head politely.
"Have a good afternoon, sirs."
Shouta grabbed Usaki's arm and literally pushed him outside.
"H-hey! Cap—" Shouta quickly cut off Usaki's shout of indignation.
"Mikoshiba-san, Kenji." He murmured. Giving the blonde a quick pat on the back, he called out jovially, "Aah, Kenji! I can't believe how long it's been—let us have a drink, to celebrate our reunion, eh?"
Usaki immediately looked panicked. "Mikoshiba-san! What are you talking about? I…have things to attend to today."
"Says the poor, unemployed Kenji! You're coming with me!" And the poor blonde was dragged, protesting all the way, to the subway station.
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"Captain Mikoshiba! Why did you bring me here?"
"Calm down, Usagi, okay? I just want company. It's boring around here."
Usaki inspected his surroundings. "Captain Mikoshiba…Inspector Tamao might come back here, soon, right? And if he sees me…"
"We can tell him that we're trying to figure out something for your 'work' situation, eh? Calm down, okay, Usagi?" Usaki threw a suspicious glare at Shouta, but continued to check the apartment that the captain had brought him to.
"…Rather small, for two people…" The blonde noted as he took a seat on a old, soft couch. Shouta stiffened.
"Yeah, well, it was nice and cozy before Tamao decided to move in…without asking me, of course."
"…Of course."
"He's so spontaneous, it's irksome, sometimes, you know? Hey, you want some tea?"
"Ah…black tea?" Shouta made a face.
"Ew. You can actually drink that stuff?"
"…It…helps to keep me awake," Usaki muttered. Shouta frowned, but turned around.
"Aah! It looks like we don't have that," Shouta called from the pantry exaggeratedly. "We do have white tea, though."
"I'll—"
"White tea it is!" The captain overrode the protest that was just beginning to form on Usaki's lips. A few silent minutes later, Shouta walked out of the kitchen with two steaming cups in hand. "Drink up, eh, Usagi?"
"Ah…Thank you very much…" He accepted the cup politely and took a small sip of the tea. Then he almost dropped the cup.
"Eh? Are you okay, Usagi?"
"So…hot…oww…" The blonde had quickly set the cup on the coffee table, nursing his burnt lips with his fingers. Shouta grinned.
"I thought you were more careful than that, Usagi!" Usaki managed to smile a tiny smile before he picked up the still steaming cup once more. "Careful…" Shouta sang as Usaki blew on the tea warily.
"I know, I know…" The dark haired man watched as his co-worker cautiously took another sip. Usaki winced as he swallowed the tea, but deemed it bearable. When he looked up from his cup, however, he almost whacked his forehead against Shouta's. "Captai—"
"Oh, shut up, Usagi. Your eyes," he sighed wearily, "have circles around them. Are you sleeping at all?" The captain took his seat from across Usaki once more, scrutinizing the teen in front of him.
Silence blanketed the pair, leaving both feeling very awkward.
"…Usagi," Shouta grinned, making the teen feel very exposed (what a predatory grin!) "You've just created a gay baby."
Usaki was at a total loss for words. "…Pardon?"
"You. Have. Just. Created. A. Gay. Baby," Shouta reiterated.
After another few moments of awkward silence, Usaki shot back: "With all due respect, Captain, I'm not a woman, and I'm not gay." His face was red, his nerves were frazzled...Usaki was everything that Shouta had been aiming for for months.
Next step.
Shouta sidled up to Usaki suggestively. Their sides were meshed against each other, and the blonde started to get even more bothered and red. "What are you—"
Dipping his graceful neck towards the teen's face, Shouta offered an undecipherable grin. "Usagi…"
The next moment, Shouta was on the ground, sprawled out with limbs akimbo, and Usaki straddling his waist. There was a metallic gleam in his hands—a loaded gun, safety switched off. Shouta pouted.
"My, Usagi, in a bit of a hurry, eh?" He watched, bemused, as the blonde's face grew redder and redder. With a mixed sense of disappointment and relief, Shouta watched as Usaki switched the safety back on. But he didn't get off.
"…Must I remind you—I'm not gay." Usaki's face was furiously red, and his breath caught in his throat as Shouta began to run his fingers languidly up and down his pants leg.
"But Usagi…" Shouta crooned lowly, eyes lazily directed at the blonde. His fingers kept crawling up and down Usagi's pants leg, taking their sweet time with every step. "You seem like you rather—dare I say it?—enjoy this." The slim, dexterous fingers continued to slither up and down Usagi's leg,
Usaki's head was bowed, his breaths unsteady and shallow. His eyes were closed in a sign of perplexity and discord. Unknowingly, he had laced his long, thin fingers into Shouta's soft turtleneck. "…S…top…" Shouta pretended not to hear and allowed his fingers to travel up, the leg, past the knee. "S…top. Stop. Stop! Captain!" The dark haired man's eyes shot up at the alarmed and almost desperate tone that had taken over the teen's voice. Shouta's fingers stopped in the process.
"Usagi? Hey, you know I was just kidding around, right? Hey, Usagi?" Completely contrary to his bold behavior a few seconds before, Shouta reached out a tentative hand and waved it in front of the blonde's face.
Usaki scrambled off Shouta, his face turned to the side, and his expression masked. The captain sat up, propping himself up on his elbows, and stared at the blonde. Finally, Usaki moved.
"I…" he stood up, hands still quivering slightly. "I…need to attend to some business. Please excuse me." The teen was about to run out of the room, but Shouta called him back, softly.
"Usaki…Don't forget your jacket." The blonde picked it up without a comment, and again tried to leave. "And," Shouta added, "I apologize."
All the teen did was to bite his lip and whisk out of the room.
Well, again, he was about to exit the apartment, but was interrupted once more—by a 5' 2" man entering the very door he was trying to get out of.
Another awkward silence.
Another gay baby, somewhere, in this world.
And another, even more awkward, sentence: "Shou-chan? What's a hobo doing here?"
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I bow to you, reader, as I am very pleased to see that you have completed this second chapter of mine, on the very first story, Bunny, Bunny. You make me feel terribly accomplished as you finish this piece, and I thank you for your tolerance and indulgence in this one particle among giants.
Treat me well, and I will do my best to fufill your dreams.
I realize that the ending of this chapter feels and reads awkwardly--at least, to me. I am still working on transitions, exits and endings and the like.
Again, an author's note will be attached to the beginning and end of each chapter, and for any suggestions or questions, please do not hesitate to review or PM O.Y.F.Inc. I will get to you ASAP.
Thank you, again, for your indulgence.
:-Kaida-:
PS: HALLOWEEN IS COMING UP. HAVE A SAFE WEEKEND, AND DON'T BE EATEN BY DRAGONS (Don't look at me like that!) OR GHOULS. But I have heard that leprechauns (Humans often give them the nickname of 'children') are rather forgiving