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3am Challenge Day 17
Prompt: #66 - Reconstituted Talk (600 words)
Song: Giga-P – Persecution Complex Cellphone Girl (Shoose and Giga-P cover)

Characters: Gakupo, Kaito, mentions of VY2 Yuuma

(continued from chapter 1, to be continued in chapter 4)


Kaito was ignoring him.

Ever since the day before, when he'd unwittingly overheard the more physical side of his friends' relationship and bolted from the house like a half-drowned cat, neither Gakupo nor Yuuma had been able to track Kaito down. They'd tried calling, texting, even venturing out to his dorm, but nothing had worked. It had been well past midnight when they had finally given up.

To say Gaku was surprised to find Kaito in class that next morning was the understatement of the year.

They sat beside each other in silence; Kaito staring resolutely at the front of the lecture hall, Gaku staring nervously at his friend.

The minutes stretched on. Every now and then Gakupo would sneak another look over but each time Kaito adamantly refused to acknowledge his existence. Finally the wall of tension became too much. Gaku flipped though his notebook, ripping out the first clean piece of paper he came to and scribbling hastily before folding it in half. Surreptitiously as possible, he leaned over and dropped it right in front of his friend's nose.

It took a good minute of glaring at the note before Kaito begrudgingly gave in.

'Talk to me?'

He waited with bated breath, fully expecting Kaito to simply crumple the paper up up and go back to ignoring him. Or worse, tell him to fuck off. Just as he was beginning to think he'd made a grim error, Gaku felt something smack against his thigh.

'No.'

His heart sank. He was probably only making the situation worse, he knew, but at this point Gakupo was growing desperate. There was a very real possibility he'd already damaged their friendship beyond repair.

'Please? I want to fix this.'

Hand shaking, Gaku passed the note back over to Kaito, hoping the other would take it.

He did. After a few moments he passed it back.

'Why?'

'Because you're my friend!' was the immediate response.

Kaito took his time reading – even longer responding – and when he passed the paper back there were several spots where he'd angrily scratched something out.

'Then what the hell was yesterday?'

Gakupo sat for a long time with his head in his hands, reading and rereading the words. Fresh guilt settled in his stomach and crept upward, sending tendrils into his lungs, making it hard to breathe.

'I'm sorry. We shouldn't have pushed you.'

For the first time that morning, Kaito looked at him directly – with a glare so dark that Gaku swore the entire room dimmed a little it its wake.

'You're damn right!' Kaito scrawled, handwriting suddenly harsh. 'Why the fuck would you even ask me something like that?'

Gaku hung his head in shame.

'I'm so sorry. We just… like you. We thought you liked us the same way, that's why I asked you to join us.'

Kaito audibly growled, causing Gaku to sink down in his seat.

'So you knew I had a crush on you both and decided to blackmail me into sex? Thanks a lot.'

Gaku blinked, confused. He turned slowly, braving Kaito's fury to gape at him in shock. "…What?" he mouthed.

Kaito made to snatch the note back but Gaku pulled it out of his reach, shaking his head vehemently.

'We'd never do that! I asked you to join us because we thought you wouldn't make a move unless we did first. We want to date you. Both of us.'

The rage slid from Kaito's shoulders like water. Warily, blue eyes slid over to catch Gaku's pleading gaze. "Honest?" he whispered.

Gaku nodded.

"Fine," Kaito sighed. "We'll talk after class."


*disgruntled noises* Apparently this particular story bit is becoming its own mini-series, since I can never get a prompt with a big enough word limit to actually resolve anything. I'm happier with this one than I am The Closet, at least, but I do intend to continue it further because, eventually, I'm going to get them to all three hook up and be happy.