For the second time in a row, I came home looking like shit landed on my lap. And for your information people, I'm talking figuratively here. Because being openly duped in the head is in the same league as having an actual shit land on your lap. Trust me. It annoys the hell out of you and stays with you until the smell goes away or until you forget about it.
Anyway, I decided to throw another temper tantrum since I figured out that yesterday's count doesn't carry on with the count today. Oh yes, one temper tantrum a day keeps the doctor away or something as lame as that.
I open the door to my unit as hard as I could and slammed it just as hard when I closed it behind me. Isn't it just relaxing? If only just for a little while? I strongly recommend breaking off things or making lots of noises to burn excess energy and excess irritation. It really works. Honest.
I made my way somewhat furiously and with much stomping of feet towards the living room. I promptly sat on the couch as soon as the back of my knees touched its surface. I whip the cigarette pack out of my pocket, tapped one out and lit it up.
I puffed on it as hard as I could and blew the smoke out of my lungs in a furious release of air. I was so mad that some of the smoke escaped out of my nose. I don't care. The smoke could come out of my ears and I won't even blink an eye. Being so fucking angry makes me more indifferent - if that's even possible!!
Tatsuha's head popped out at the entrance of the living room. Unfortunately he witnessed the smoke-coming-out-my-nose scene. He raised his eyebrows at me dubiously.
"Wow. Could you do that again? This time try it with your ears!! Ooh… And a make a whistling sound too!! You'd sound and look like a freight train then!!"
"Fuck off, Tatsuha." I say venomously as I took another deep, deep puff. I decided to calm myself down before releasing the smoke. I figured that what Tatsuha suggested earlier would become reality if I didn't rein my scorn over the world and towards the goddess of fate. The smoke came out of my mouth in slow, smooth circles.
"Bah. That's boring." Tatsuha says as he pointedly ignores my command and made his way towards the couch to sit beside me. I stubbed the cigarette in the nearby glass topped side table and looked at him scathingly. He shrugged his shoulders as if saying that he doesn't mind if I murder him later. I scowl and let him be.
We sat in comfortable silence for awhile. Even though Tatsuha's been teasing me earlier I knew he was just lightening up the mood. And as opposed to what I said earlier, I don't mind the company.
"Bad day, aniki?" He suddenly asks in his small ototo voice. I looked sideways and noticed that he'd gone from teasing mode to sober mode. That was quick. I told myself as I noted his transition. And if you knew him like I do, you'd know that he's really worried over me. Hah. Of course, he'd be worried.
Tatsuha'd know that something is wrong with me. I'm always indifferent and cool with everything that's happening around me. I always come home looking bored and tired. For him to find me looking like a just exploded volcano must be alarming. I bet you that the warning signals in his head were ringing over time when he saw the smoke coming out of my nose. If I were Tatsuha I'd be pretty scared by now too.
"Yeah." I finally say after what seemed like an eternity. He sighed in relief as he took note of my just calmed exterior.
"Tell me about it." He demands as he sat back in the couch with his arms folded behind his head. He looked at me imploringly.
"I'd rather not, Tatsuha." I say exasperatedly as I draped my arms over the back of the couch and I repositioned myself in order to feel the most comfortable.
"You'd feel better if you talk to someone about it." He said again in that same ototo voice that I absolutely hate. I hate it because that voice always manages to break my barriers down. Hmmp. You know how I just hate being emotional.
So I sigh as I look in his direction. He looks so earnest and stubborn about it that I felt my walls starting to crumble a bit. He really does want to help me out. I realize with a pang of happiness.
Tatsuha really is sweet when he wants too. I say to myself as a ghost of a smile touches my lips. Tatsuha doesn't notice as he suddenly dropped his gaze at his hands to hide a blush.
"If you still don't want to talk about it… I'd give you hug! It always makes me feel better…" He says when I still didn't oblige to spill the beans or acknowledge his suggestion. He said this almost shyly that the ghost of a smile on my face turned a notch higher.
I snake my arms over the couch to reach for him. I drape them over Tatsuha's shoulders and pulled him closer to me.
"Thanks. You made me feel better already." I whisper in his ear as I let him go and scooted away in a respectable distance. He looked at me with that same blush tainted cheeks. He looked disconcerted for a moment but when he smiled back he was back to his normal cheerful self.
"So want to talk about it? I promise I won't make fun of you because of it!!" He says as he puffs his chest in male pride. I chuckle.
"Yeah sure you won't."
"Talk to me about it?" He asks his voice edging on whining mode. I mentally shook my head. There goes little brother Tatsuha… I said to myself as I noticed that he switched modes again. But why not? I ask myself. Tatsuha's really genuine about this one. And besides this isn't the first time he did this for me. I can trust him.
"Well, it all started at the concert…" Tatsuha rolled his eyes as he sat back and mirrored my seating arrangement. I looked at him with my eyebrows raised in curiosity.
"What? I'm just making myself comfy!!" He protested as he reached for a pillow that he left lounging in the couch. He grinned at me.
"Well? It's going to be a long story isn't it?" Tatsuha asks me. I smirk. Long story is an understatement.
"Well, I really couldn't blame Shindou-kun." Tatsuha remarked after I finished telling the long, horrid story. I looked at him and scowled angrily.
"What?! He's the one who…"
"I know, I know. He was flirting with another guy right in front of you." Tatsuha interrupted as he raised his hand in the air and made twisting motions with it.
"Exactly." I answered smugly. Good thing he was listening to my story earlier, I would so not appreciate it if I have to repeat any part of it.
"But I bet you were boring the poor guy to his death!!" He interjected with a smile. Talk about being one-upped!! I told myself as I rolled my eyes at him indignantly.
"I was just getting warmed up." I replied as I crossed my arms over my chest. Well, technically that was a lie, I'm not really getting 'warmed up' as I said but lying to cover my weakness is better than loosing this argument.
"Heh. Getting warmed up my ass!! Aniki, I'd bet my entire savings account that you had no intentions of getting into any conversation!!" He vehemently said. Tatsuha suddenly leaned over, put his elbows on my knees and looked into my eyes exploringly. I sat back further when I notice that his gaze had turned from exploring to predator mode.
"What are you looking at?" I ask coldly. Hah. Told you I'm so good at acting like a cold bastard even though I'm nervous as hell. I tried to control the twitch in my eye as Tatsuha continued staring.
"You need help. Badly." He stated finally with an arrogant smirk. The nervousness I was feeling earlier had all but vanished like a puff of smoke and was replaced by indignation and a little anger.
"What?! I do not need any help whatsoever!!" I said as coldly as I could. I see Tatsuha wince at the ice in my voice but then he suddenly gathered enough courage and tried to smirk although that came out a little bit shaky. I smiled triumphantly to myself.
"Yes you do. Shindou-kun's not like the others you've dated."
"Oh he is."
"No he's not."
"He is."
"He's not."
"He is."
"Well if he IS then he would've been here and you'd be boinking like bunnies in your room and you wouldn't be pissed as hell." Tatsuha said with a flourish. I opened my mouth but when I couldn't think of a good retort I closed my mouth and settled for glaring as hard as I could. Tatsuha turned his head to the side and raised his brows at me.
"I'm so right am I aniki?" He taunted. I growled.
"What's that? I can't hear you…? Who's right aniki? Who's so right?" Tatsuha said in a singsong voice as he stood up and did rain dancing steps in front of me. I groaned as I covered my eyes.
"No."
"No what?"
"I won't admit it."
"Won't admit what aniki?" He asked as he leaned over with his hand cupped in his ear.
"That you're right." I mumbled as I lay on the couch, stomach down.
"Who-hooo!! Yeah that's right!! Bow before me, you inferior mongrel!! Hahahaha…" I turned my head away from his sloppy victory dance and groaned to myself. Great, now Tatsuha will be in my face about this 'courting' business. And right after that thought left me Tatsuha plopped into my back and poked the back of my head.
"Hey… Are you dead?"
"Ouch!! Get off me… You big, heavy blundering oaf!!" I say each word heavily as I try to swat him with my hand. Damn… If I wasn't lying on my stomach I could have made better, and harder, slaps than the pathetic ones I have landed on my dear brother. Have I really thought that I loved this oaf earlier? I must be delusional!!
"Ah, ah, ah!! You better be nice to me or else you won't get any help from me." He said warningly as he dipped my head into the pillow. I couldn't breathe at the sudden pressure but before I could feel threatened and be violent Tatsuha let off.
"Why you… Get off!!" I growled angrily. I swear I just hate him sometimes. I turned my head to face him – with much difficulty of course, I could feel the muscles in my neck getting strained with the effort – I shot him the iciest glare I could muster.
Tatsuha backed off with his hands raised above his head. He smiled sheepishly as he watched me struggle to a sitting position all the while glaring icicles in his direction.
"Ooops… I've gone to far haven't I?"
"Damn right."
"Sorry." I looked at him with the scowl still firmly in place. I gave him a nod indicating that I wasn't so mad anymore. But that doesn't mean that I'm still not annoyed. I said to myself.
"Hey don't worry… I was just teasing!! I'll really help you with Shindou-kun!! That's a promise!!" He says as he crosses his hands over his chest. He grinned at me playfully. I rolled my eyes.
"As if you'd be any help!!"
"But of course!! I'm Tatsuha the love master!!" He says happily as he points to himself proudly. I looked over at him dubiously.
"Yeah, right."
"Uhuh."
"How come I get more dates that you huh?" I ask with a smirk. He frowned.
"That's because you're a kickass celebrity." He says as he smiled.
"So?"
"Well, you don't need to court!! They come begging on their knees to be with you!!"
"I miss the part where that's bad." I say as I lift my brows slightly in his direction.
"Che. What I mean is if you're not a celebrity like me, I bet you I'll definitely kick your ass when getting dates!!"
"Really?!"
"Oh definitely!!" I nod as I consider this. But of course. Tatsuha's a playboy. I've watched him bring home various men and women of different personalities, cultures and such. Oh yes… I think he'll beat me if wasn't a celebrity. But of course I won't ever admit that out loud.
"Why not?" I whisper to myself.
"What? You said something?" Tatsuha asks me. I looked over him and gave him an encouraging smirk.
"I say, why not?"
"Hell yeah!!!" Tatsuha says as he strikes his fist in the air. He sat beside me again, his arms wrapped around my shoulders. Tatsuha smiled as he wiggled his brows at me.
"With my genius and with what little charm you have…" I whacked him in the head and shot him a dead glare as warning.
"Ouch!! That hurts aniki…" He whines as he rubs the sore spot in his head.
"Baka."
"Well anyway… With my help I'd wager you that before the week is out Shindou Shuichi will be yours!!" Tatsuha says as he lifts his fist again in the air as a victory sign. He suddenly mumbles to himself immediately after about the marvelous plans he should develop over the night.
I think he forgot all about me as he stood up still mumbling quietly to himself about romance, chocolates and flowers and the word 'traditional' was heard every other sentence. I smirk to myself as some of the things he mumbled did sound good and suddenly the wager didn't sound so far-fetched after all.
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