Title: Little Conversations

Author: Hawk Clowd

Disclaimer: As always, I own nothing and I want nothing. I think these boys would cost me too much money in condoms and lubricant, quite frankly, if they didn't run me dry from with the beer and cigarette runs.

Blood Type: NyQuil

Warnings: Sleep-deprived insanity.

Part: Seven

Author's Notes: I have a terrible habit of writing these while I'm at work. Well, I think it's a terrible habit because I'm supposed to be doing other things aside from entertaining my fancies, but I don't know how bad of a habit you all would think it is. Whatever. I guess it's good in the long run; at least I showed up to work!

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Sometimes when he was one the phone with Eiri, Tatsuha would ask a question and his elder brother would answer him with only silence. On some occasions, the silence didn't last long -- a minute maybe, or two. Other times, though, the silence lasted for a long time -- sometimes up to half an hour or so. Tatsuha had at first assumed his brother fell asleep while on the phone and he had simply hung up, but in most instances Eiri had called him back and scolded Tatsuha for cutting him off. Now Tatsuha just kept on the line and waited. And waited. And waited.

Eiri was apparently going for a new record this time. Tatsuha checked his watch. Eiri hadn't spoken in twenty-nine minutes. Four more and he'd have beat himself out. Which wouldn't be bad, Tatsuha reasoned, except that he was starting to nod off. It was already early morning, after all, and Tatsuha was expected to show up for class in the morning, so he really should have gone to bed hours ago, but...

What was Eiri doing, anyway? Tatsuha busied himself by thinking up a few possible answers. He knew that if he said something now, Eiri would respond -- he had tried that experiment several times before -- so Eiri was probably awake, but the elder wasn't making any noise, so he couldn't be doing all that much, right? Tatsuha thought about that. The only things he knew Eiri could do quietly were meditating and reading. Tatsuha was pretty sure Eiri wasn't meditating -- so far as he knew, Eiri had all but given that practice up -- and reading didn't seem too likely, as Eiri had been complaining earlier that his eyeglass prescription needed to be adjusted and he developed a headache every time he tried to read or write. So... what?

Tatsuha glanced longingly toward his bed. It looked so sweet and inviting and soft and --

Eiri snored.

It took Tatsuha a moment to realize what exactly that snore meant and, once he figured it out, he recoiled from the phone, disgusted. He forced the phone back to his ear.

"Aniki!"

Eiri seemed to snap instantly awake. "Yes?"

Tatsuha scowled. "I'm going to bed," he declared.

"That's hardly fair," Eiri argued. "If I'm going to be forced into another sleepless night, you shouldn't be allowed to taunt me by sleeping."

"Taunt you?" Tatsuha repeated. "What the hell do you mean, taunt you?"

"You snore," Eiri stated simply. "Loudly. I can hear you all the way in Tokyo and it still sounds as though you're snoring through a megaphone. Your snores cause earthquakes in England."

"England?"

"A European country. The one with London in it." Eiri scoffed. "Idiot."

"England doesn't get earthquakes!" Tatsuha protested.

"Sure they do," Eiri answered. "Volcanoes, too, and typhoons. I can hardly turn on my television without hearing about some natural disaster happening over in England."

"All caused by my snoring?"

Eiri considered that. "Maybe not the volcanoes, but the rest are, yes."

Tatsuha glared at the wall, pretending it was his brother. He considered kicking it, too, but opted against it. It would probably wake up his father. "You're full of shit."

"Am I?"

"You are." Tatsuha scowled. "I'm going to bed. Go wake up Shuichi and torture him if you've got to have someone keep you company."

"Your snoring would ruin the mood."

Eh? Tatsuha frowned, thinking that over, and then paused. He gagged. "Ewww."

Eiri was obviously trying not to titter at Tatsuha's disgust. "Problem?"

"I don't want to hear about what you and Shuichi and your mood," Tatsuha complained. "Then my brain starts thinking about it and I picture it and that's gross!"

"Says the boy who used to share women with me," Eiri said. "And who used to molest the other party in question, I might add."

"I could care less about fucking your girls or Shuichi," Tatsuha snapped. "I don't want to have to picture you."

Eiri did laugh this time.

Tatsuha groaned. "Now I'll never be able to sleep," he mourned. "Never ever again!"

"Good," Eiri said. "England will be glad to hear it."