Entertain Me
(Tenshi Ja Nai) A collection. 03 Hikaru knew Izumi was always crazy, but then the degree of insanity was prone to change given certain situations.
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Entertain Me
A Tenshi Ja Nai collection
Exhausted
Hikaru knew Izumi was always crazy, but then the degree of insanity was prone to change given certain situations.
Now, when she'd come home to her (not his) apartment, and he was there... He hadn't greeted her.
No.
Instead, she had an encounter with him being all high and mighty.
And he said, after all that she had to endure that day, that he was bored.
It was late in the evening and Takabayashi Hikaru, for lack of a better word to show exactly how drained she was, was exhausted.
She stepped into her apartment, having had trouble with keys and keyholes in her current state, and greeted a weary 'I'm home' from sheer habit.
No one should have answered back.
So, when a soft but reeaally scary at times voice answered back, Hikaru would have cringed if she wasn't too tired and if she didn't consider that as a waste of energy in her current state.
"Welcome back."
She didn't get it. Izumi shouldn't even be here this late at night. Or, if he was, he'd be asleep and not sounding like...
... Like he'd been waiting up for her.
Oh.
Oh. But then, she thought, he'd have to be disappointed because she'd consider it a miracle if she could make it to her room, much less hug him or whatever it was he wanted of her.
"Hikaru?" he said imperiously.
There was an arrogance about him, one usually used to describe certain high-class, snobby women, a especially arrogrant group of men or...
... or certain homosexual males.
She almost chortled to think that Izumi-san's attitude was very much like one of those gay stylists that she had become friends with during her life as an actress.
But Izumi-san was expecting an answer and she would suffer greatly eventually if she refused to answer him.
"Yes," she said, pitching her voice low enough to not hurt her ears but loud enough to be carried over to him. She kept the answer short, hoping that her tiredness can carry over to him and he'd shut up.
And hopes were little imaginary dots you saw when you were hallucinating.
"Hikaru, come here."
She did come, mostly because his voice was coming from her bedroom.
The bedroom she believed -she- had the right to. Especially after all she'd gone through, thank you very much.
"Izumi-san," she started once she managed to cross the threshold and she felt the soft fluffy flooring beneath her feet. "May I reclaim my bed?"
"Hm," he smirked. "No."
The arrogant twitching of his lips she knew was on his face even though she wasn't facing him.
"... Out of my room, Izumi-san."
"I don't want to," he said, and as if to prove a point, he deliberately stretched on her bed, catlike. "I need to tell you something, by the way."
She just looked at him, bleary eyed, and a little unsteady on her feet. He didn't notice the latter.
"Hikaru," he said flatly. "I'm bored."
His tone was so flat he could have been talking about the weather.
He could have been imitating a robot.
Hell, he could have been the robot.
She trudged forward bravely, painfully, ignoring him.
She managed to flop onto her bed before going completely limp.
"Hikaru," he repeated. "Hikaru." Izumi knew she was tired, but figured that Akizuki wouldn't push Hikaru too much.
Tche, fat chance.
Izumi has someone to add onto his hitlist.
She mumbled, the mattress muffling her words.
He sighed deeply. Hooking his legs easily over the side of the bed, he mumbled something about Akizuki and making Hikaru do things she can't and her being a pushover and working too hard and having a talk and Yasukuni coming with him.
"Hikaru," he repeated, lifting her up easily. He carried her to her bed, tucking her in.
The room was silent.
"Izumi-san?" Hikaru's eyes fluttered open, squinting in the half-light of the room.
"Hikaru?" he looked at her. "Sleep, you need it. You have a shoot tomorrow, too."
She blinked slowly, twice. "I... What did you need to tell me?"
He sighed deeply. "Go to sleep."
She shook her head. "Tell me."
"I was going to tell you I was bored and was going to ask you to entertain me. However, that us impossible in your current state. Therefore," he said, patting her pillow for emphasis, "sleep."
She looked tired, but she smiled. "Come here, Izumi-san," she said softly.
He rolled his eyes at her, but came close anyways, leaning forward to be able to brush his lips to hers in a heartbeat.
He won't though, just this once.
(She was tired, and he did care for her wellbeing. Someone had to, if she was going to let other people run her ragged.)
She smiled at him weakly, before pushing herself up and kissing him quickly, full on the lips, her smile growing stronger as he gaped at her. "How's that?" she said before closing her eyes and snuggling deeper into the covers.
He brushed a few locks of hair from her face, watching her peaceful face. She was beautiful.
He paused a bit, hesitating slightly before lying down, on top of the covers.
"Sleep," he whispered, kissing her forehead softly and draping an arm around her waist.
She looked fragile, looking small compared to him, covered with bedsheets up to her chin. He breathed in the air deeply, once, before going to closing his eyes.
The only movement in the room was the gentle rise and fall of their breathing, and the slight movement of his arm, up and down with her heartbeat, where it rested on her waist.
