Author's note: Below you can find the final chapter of "Voicemail". I know some of you guys were hoping that this story would still go on for a while and that we would get some dating and kissing and perhaps even some action between the sheets. Sadly enough this story was written to be a one shot about Hotsuma's bad luck with his cellphone and it was never intended to let the story go beyond that. I only spilt the story up in four chapters cause the one shot turned out to be so wickedly long. By splitting it into chapters, I was - and am still - hoping that this made it easier to read the entire story than when you guys would have gotten the 25 pages in one go. It felt like such a big amount of text in one go would have gotten in the way of the enjoyment of the story. So my apologies to everyone who was hoping for more.
Situating of the story: Inspired upon chapter 12 and later chapters where Hotsuma discovers that Shusei has a cell phone and is pissed off cause he ain't got Shusei's phone number. The brunet however points out to Hotsuma that the blond hasn't a cell phone to begin with so there is no need for Hotsuma to have Shusei's cell phone number. And as shown later in the small, funny comics with the boys in their chibi-form, Shusei also isn't too thrilled about the idea of Hotsuma actually getting a cell phone. Perhaps God's eyes does have a point …
Characters present in this story at various stages: Hotsuma, Shusei, Toko, Lia, Yuki, Luka, Isuzu, Tachibana, Tooma, Tsukumo
Implied pairing: Shusei X Hotsuma
Warnings: yaoi! If you don't like yaoi or have a problem with boy X boy relationships, then please read some other story.
Disclaimer: I don't own Uragiri. This fic was written for fun. Not to make any profit.
Voicemail
Summary chapter 1, 2 and 3:
Finally having bought a cell phone off his own and having received Shusei's cell phone number, Hotsuma decides to come clean about his feelings for his friend. He calls Shusei and leaves a love declaration on the older boy's voicemail. Or so he thinks cause soon enough it becomes clear to God's Voice that he called the wrong number and actually declared to Isuzu, their resident doctor. An eager Isuzu jumps to the chance to give Hotsuma a thorough examination and the blond Zweilt is now running for his life – or better said sanity.
During his wild escape attempt, Hotsuma comes across Toko and Lia who are trying to have a fun bath time together with Yuki. Hotsuma manages to safe a traumatized Yuki from the two female Zweilts but due to a misunderstanding, Luka comes to believe Hotsuma is responsible for the trauma put upon Yuki. The Opast wants blood, Hotsuma's blood.
With a pervert and a crazy Opast hot on his heels Hotsuma's days seem to be numbered but then he comes upon Tsukumo who decides to take pity upon the blond Zweilt and offers him shelter. Sadly enough what appeared to be a good idea turns out to be a bad one when Hotsuma's newly made fluffy friend's action causes Hotsuma to draw both Luka and Isuzu towards him. Luka quickly gives up, leaving Hotsuma to Isuzu. Despite Hotsuma's pleas for help Shusei and Tsukumo don't feel inclined to help Hotsuma escape Isuzu's clutches. Tsukumo is for once selfish and Shusei seems to have more important things to do. What could the brunet Zweilt find more important than Hotsuma?
Chapter 4:
Some time later …
Shusei didn't jump up in surprise when his bedroom door suddenly got thrown open with so much force that it slammed with a loud bang to the wall. He had long gotten used to this way of entering by his partner and true to his assumption it was none other than Hotsuma who had just manhandled his door. The blond was seething. He stomped into Shusei's bedroom, a look of utter rage decorating his face and a promise of a painful dead present in his golden eyes. His golden locks were a slight shade darker than usual, a testimony that the blond had showered not so long ago which had probably been a very good idea after Hotsuma's adventure with the bunny and the mud pool of the pot-bellied pigs.
Shusei calmly turned on his desk chair to face the fuming blond who had halted a few steps from his chair.
"Where is it, bastard?!" Hotsuma spat out accusingly.
"Where is what?" Shusei asked poised.
"You know damn well," Hotsuma snarled through gritted teeth. "Where is my phone?!"
Shusei's eyebrows rose in a questioning manner. "Only one day and you have already managed to misplace your cell phone?"
Hotsuma's hand shot up and he pointed an accusing finger at his partner. "Don't play dumb with me, Shusei! I know you took it!"
"And why would I do that?" Shusei replied, still as calm as ever.
"How would I know?!" Hotsuma shot back. "Because you wanted too?! Just give it back!"
"And what makes you so certain that it was me who took your phone?" Shusei inquired further.
"Who else would sneak into my room and snatch my phone from my bed?!" Hotsuma yelled back frustrated.
"So it was just laying on your bed? Out in the open for anyone to see and grab it?" Shusei repeated.
Hearing his friend state the facts like this to him, Hotsuma's anger deflated lightly. Perhaps he had been a bit too quick with his assumption. But who else would have a reason to steal his cell phone? Then again, what reason could Shusei possibly have to snatch his phone away from him? Hadn't Shusei even given him his number so he could call the brunet whenever he wanted to? What kind of person would have done that if he wasn't behind the idea of Hotsuma having a cell?
Seeing Hotsuma's anger deflate a bit and his friend standing in front of him looking lost, clearly not knowing what to do now, Shusei decided to help Hotsuma out. "Have you tried calling your cell phone already?" he asked. "Just call your own cell and walk through the house so you pick up on its ringing.
Hotsuma's face lit up as if Shusei had just given him everything the blond had ever wanted. His golden eyes started to dart left and right, scanning the room. Easily guessing what it was that his partner was looking for Shusei sighed and pulled his own cell out of the pocket of his pants. He held it out in offering to Hotsuma. "Just be careful with it," Shusei warned.
"I will," Hotsuma promised, eagerly accepting the offered cell phone.
Shusei watched his friend open the call menu only to see Hotsuma pause right after. "Is something wrong?" Shusei asked.
A blush crept up to Hotsuma's cheeks. "I don't know my own phone number," he muttered, scratching the back of his head whilst releasing an embarrassed laugh.
Shusei sighed. "Didn't you hand it out to anyone?"
Hotsuma's blush intensified. It was true that Toko amongst other people had asked for his number but he had wanted Shusei to be the first one to receive his cell phone number. So he had waited with handing out his own number until his partner had come home. In his excitement over having gotten Shusei's cell phone number however, he kinda had forgotten to share his own cell phone number with anyone.
"You're hopeless," Shusei said. The brunet shifted on his desk chair and turned back to the homework that lay on his desk and that he had been working on before Hotsuma had come barging in.
The delivered insult spurred Hotsuma's anger back to its full height and the blond pointed anew an accusing finger at his friend. "It's all your fault!"
Shusei's pen paused on the piece of paper and the brunet threw the blond Zweilt a regard over his shoulder that challenged Hotsuma to continue that trail of thought.
"Well, it is," Hotsuma continued stubbornly. The blond Zweilt crossed his arms defensively in front of his chest. "I wanted you to be the first one to have my number since you are my partner and all." Hotsuma nodded during his explanation, satisfied with what he had come up with.
Shusei's left eyebrow rose. "Then how come I didn't receive your number either?"
Hotsuma's content look fell from his face. Trust Shusei to poke holes in his excuse. But like hell he was going to admit to the brunet boy that he had forgotten to do so in his over-enthusiasm about finally having gotten Shusei's cell phone number. Damn it all. It just was all Shusei's fault. If the brunet boy hadn't been so secret about his own damn cell phone and hadn't been keeping all the calls he received on it from Hotsuma, then he would never have felt the need to get a cell phone himself and wouldn't he be in this current mess. Not to mention that Shusei himself also could have had the decency to ask for his number …
Hotsuma's inner tirade paused as he suddenly got presented with a way out. The blond Zweilt uncrossed his arms and jabbed back an accusing finger in his friend's direction. "Why didn't you ask for it?!" he demanded hotly.
"I hardly had a chance with how quickly you snatched your cell phone back out of my hands and immediately practically danced up the stairs to your bedroom," Shusei commented dryly.
Hotsuma's cheeks turned beet red again. It was true that he had fled the living room as soon as Shusei had entered his cell phone number in Hotsuma's cell cause he had been terrified that Shusei would change his mind and would have demanded from Hotsuma to delete the entered phone number anew. Hotsuma felt like banging his head against the wall. How could one stupid piece of technology cause so much troubles?! He truly had been better off without. Perhaps he should just let it remain lost … Wait a second …
A new brilliant idea in his mind, Hotsuma turned his attention back upon his partner but before he could even open his mouth to utter a single syllable, Shusei already shot him down.
"No," the brunet said stern and firmly.
"What?!" Hotsuma fumed back. "I haven't even asked you anything yet!" he yelled angrily.
Shusei lay his pen down and turned to face Hotsuma again. "You want me to use my Eyes of God to locate your missing cell phone," Shusei said. Hotsuma's facial expression told him right away that his assumption had been correct. "My Talent isn't something that needs to be misused just cause you can't find something back in your messy room. Try cleaning up now and then. It can help."
Hotsuma growled. "I didn't lose it. It was stolen! And you use your Eyes of God all the time to help out others! Just the other day you helped Katsumi to find back his favorite oven mitts!"
"His kitchen isn't a cluttered mess. Your room is a cleaning nightmare. For all we know, your cell phone just tumbled off your bed and got swallowed up by your junk."
"It did not!" Hotsuma came close to stamping his foot on the ground like an angry and petulant child. "It was stolen!"
"So you keep saying," Shusei replied. "But where is your proof?"
"Where else could it be?" Hotsuma stubbornly shot back.
Shusei's eyebrows rose, challenging Hotsuma to come up with the answer himself. The blond's golden eyes narrowed.
"Fine," Hotsuma complied. He pointed a finger in a challenging manner at Shusei. "I'll clean up my room and proof to you that my cell phone ain't there anymore!" Hotsuma then turned on the ball off his feet and stomped back out of Shusei's bedroom. In the hallway he turned to the left and proceeded to make his way towards his own cluttered bedroom.
Shusei regarded Hotsuma leave and waited patiently until he heard the blond enter his own bedroom. Soon after noises rose up from Hotsuma's bedroom, signaling that the blond was indeed digging around through the stuff littering God's Voice's bedroom. Shusei whirled back on his desk chair towards his desk and pulled one of the desk's drawers open. On top of the papers in the drawer lay Hotsuma's shining cell phone. It was completely turned off. Shusei glanced a few moments longer at the cell phone before closing the drawer again. Hotsuma could clean his room all he wanted, but in the end the blond was right. The phone was no longer there. It had indeed been taken and it had indeed been Shusei who had snatched the phone away. He had said from the very start that giving Hotsuma a cell phone was asking for a disaster to happen and the recent events only had proven how true this statement was. His partner needed to be protected against himself and Shusei was more than willing to do so. After all, it was what Zweilt partners did. They watched each other's backs, even if it sometimes meant lying to the other.
A loud crash sounded from Hotsuma's room and brought Shusei's attention back to his partner's current and mad cleaning activities. At least one good thing had come out off this whole cell phone business. Hotsuma was finally clearing out his room, an event people had been asking for for weeks now ever since Aya had nearly found her death by the hand of Hotsuma's junk that had come tumbling out of the blond's wardrobe when the girl had wanted to put a few washed and ironed shirts off Hotsuma away. Hotsuma's bedroom had been labeled a health risk ever since but from the sounds of how Hotsuma was currently throwing himself into his newly adopted task, Shusei was convinced that this problem was going to be solved pretty soon.
Shusei's pen tapped the paper in front of him whilst a smile crept up on the brunet's face. And then there was still the whole wrongly delivered love declaration fiasco. It was too bad that Hotsuma had managed to dial the wrong number when declaring his interest, but at least thanks to Isuzu's mad chase, it had been voiced clear and loud enough for everyone to hear. Shusei couldn't wait until Hotsuma's mind would finally catch up and make the blond realize that he and Isuzu had been vocal enough about it for Shusei to know now. He wondered what Hotsuma was going to do then. Would his blond friend try to deny it and backpedal away from the declaration whilst sprouting out a ton of excuses? Or would Hotsuma step up and repeat his declaration but this time around to Shusei himself?
As if Hotsuma could sense what Shusei was thinking about, the rummaging suddenly stilled in Hotsuma's room. It became eerily quiet only to suddenly be torn apart by a scream off Hotsuma that could rival with the screams of the damned any day.
Shusei's smile turned wider. Oh yes, the next days certainly would become quite interesting, the brunet thought pleased to himself.
THE END
Author's note: Hotsuma's idea to have Shusei look for his cellphone using God's Eyes is inspired upon chapter 13 where Shusei offers Tooma to use his Zweilt talent to help the resident cook find an important recipe Tooma seems to have misplaced.
The whole Hotsuma not knowing his own cellphone number is actually inspired upon myself. I fear I am such a klutz who can't even remember her own cellphone number. Thankfully I have handed it already out to my friends so I am able to call my own cellphone should it ever be necessary.
Author's note 2: And so we have come to the end of my very long one shot. To everyone who made it till here, thanks for sticking with me throughout the ride and who knows, perhaps I will see you again with a new story of my own or in a review for a story written by you. Keep loving Uragiri!
