Title: Discordant Harmony
Chapter Nine: Wherever the Road May Lead
Italics: Flashback
A mixture of crisp burnt oranges and burgundy reds swirled around the rich canvas as Raito's fine brush strokes completed his latest masterpiece.
'Just a few more minute details, and everything should be perfect...' Raito thought in satisfaction.
Mahogany eyes twinkled in delight as a small smile spread across rosy red lips. Serenity was a hard thing to attain if your name was Yagami Raito, new comer artist extraordinaire. Almost two months had passed since that... err... fateful (insane) night out with Ryuuzaki, and it seemed that things were finally beginning to settle down into a routine Raito felt he could handle.
The young man really shouldn't have gotten so comfortable, so quickly. Things were known to go down the shit hill for him in less than a second.
The mysterious man who had managed to not only confuse him, but attract him (strangely enough) had kept a continuous grasp on the 23-year-old's life. Between the constant nightly calls at exactly 6:00 p.m., and the ravenous attempts at getting the younger of the two to willingly invite him over to Raito's apartment, the light haired man could say, without a shadow of a doubt, that Ryuuzaki was becoming a staple he was steadily getting used to.
And that actually didn't scare the shit out of him.
Raito thought back on their last phone conversation, shaking his head in exasperation as he looked down at his beautiful painting.
"Raito-kun sounds lonely."
The monotone voice almost made the younger man laugh as he held the cell phone precariously between his shoulder and ear. "Lonely? And what makes the self proclaimed hermit-man say that? Especially considering I'm the more sociable of the both of us... and that's just sad, to tell you the truth."
Raito smiled as an awkward chuckle met his ears.
'I like to hear him laugh...' the mahogany eyed artist absently thought to himself...
And then promptly shoved that thought into his 'Shit I did not think!' memory box he held in the far corners of his mind.
Yes, thank god for selective memory and sweet, sweet denial.
"Raito-kun is meant to be around people, unlike myself. However, every time I call him, he is by himself in his apartment brooding about something or another." Ryuuzaki stated knowingly.
"You would rather I were here with a different guy every night?"
Raito could swear he could practically HEAR the man's blood boil in anger.
"I did not say such a thing. Nor is it acceptable to even take into account... so don't." Ryuuzaki's voice tightened considerably, making Raito smile slyly.
"So what, then?"
"Raito deserves to be with someone who can satisfy his social needs."
"Guess that means you coming over is out of the question, then." Raito smirked.
"Of course not, Raito-kun. I believe Raito-kun's company is one of the only substantial persons I am able to stand when it comes to people-related relations."
Raito didn't know if that was a compliment or not, considering who it was coming from.
"Besides... I am sure I would be able to satisfy ALL of Raito-kun's needs, let alone his social ones, should I come over to his home." Raito sweat dropped.
The man wasn't even trying to be subtle at this point... not that Ryuuzaki had made such a point to being all that discreet to begin with.
Raito wasn't even bothered by the dark-haired man's perverseness anymore, and that was the hardest pill to swallow.
... ... ... ... Oh dear sweet honey bunches of oats, he was getting to be just as perverted.
"Ryuuzaki, shut up."
"Raito-kun is so cute when he tries to act like a prude. I think we both know just how much you want me to screw-"
"I SAID SHUT UP, YOU SOCIALLY-STUNTED IDIOT!"
"Socially stunted, maybe, but not stunted in the way it counts."
Raito was speechless for less than a second. Did he even really have the right to even be surprised anymore?
"Does everything have to have sexual connotations with you?" Raito questioned unnecessarily.
"I am only stating the truth. Raito-kun has seen the size of my-"
"Ok! I get it... you want to have sex with me with your huge penis. Message attained."
"Hmm... now all we need to do is set a time and a place, and Raito-kun will have sealed the de-"
Click.
Just because he liked the pervert, didn't mean he didn't get fed up with him. And that was when hanging up in people's faces came in handy.
'Thank God for my ability to not care about rudeness.'
Raito had to chuckle to himself. Even the memory of the other man always managed to bring laughter out of the bright-eyed artist.
Hysterical or otherwise.
It was always funny to listen to the way Ryuuzaki would plead his case, acting as if his coming over to his apartment was at times, a purely innocent affair. When that didn't work, then came the next level of extreme: promises of rough, wild sex. Raito snorted as he began clearing up his small work area within his apartment. 'I already have one crazy stalker, I don't need a perverted kinky one, too.'
Though he was hardly an angel, so who was he to talk?
Although, Raito wouldn't doubt if scaring Mikami (who had yet to show his face since the now infamous 'dong contest') was one of the reasons, other than the sexing up, Ryuuzaki was trying to butt his way over to his humble abode.
"Because that isn't strange at all..." Raito muttered to himself as he walked into his spacious bathroom and began to wash his multicolored hands. "Those two are next level creepy."
The impatient auburn-haired artist sighed as he glanced at the clock to the right of his medicine cabinet and dried his wet hands.
Fifteen minutes to Six.
'Any minute now...' Raito hummed to himself as he exited the bathroom and walked into the living room. The 23-year-old flopped elegantly onto the comfortable couch and stretched, his weary bones popping at the sensation. As Raito leaned back into the cushions, an overwhelming weariness overcame his exhausted frame. He reached into his pocket and pulled out his cell phone, glancing at the expensive contraption.
Raito then attempted to do his best impression of Ryuuzaki and stared unblinkingly at the phone for several seconds.
Wide brown eyes began to dry out as the phone lay innocently within his hand, but still Raito stared...
The handsome young man was then interrupted from his self imposed staring contest by a horrendous banging on his very expensive, and very sensitive wooden door.
BANG, BANG, BANG!
Raito whined to himself as one name popped immediately into mind.
"Sayuuuuuuuuuuu..." The young artist threw his head back on the tempting couch, a part of him wishing he could ignore the obnoxious banging, and the equally obnoxious girl...
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
"RAITO! OPEN THE DAMN DOOR! I KNOW YOU'RE IN THERE, YOU MULTI-FLAVORED SKITTLE! NOW OPEN UP BEFORE I MAKE YOU TASTE THE RAINBOW, YOU MAN-BITCH!"
But could the force named Yagami Sayu really be ignored? Especially while his neighbors were most likely opening their doors and glaring angrily at her?
"I'm coming, I'm coming!" Raito ignored the 'Ew... keep that to yourself!' Sayu muttered through the door as he placed his cell phone on the coffee table and opened the only thing barricading him from the aforementioned crazy person.
Sayu was insane, and would now be able to enter the Apartment of Raito's Solitude. Oh, the Teletubby Horror.
"WHAT THE HELL DO YOU WANT, YOU FREAKING PSYCHO?!" Raito suddenly yelled as the door swung open, ignoring the random neighbors in the hallway staring at the two of them.
"What do I want...?" Sayu asked quietly after a couple moments of silence, her eyes watering in picturesque-cuteness. "What I want is... is..."
Sayu then grabbed her brother and grinned maniacally.
"WORLD PEACE AND WEED! Both in preferably that order, though if you just have the weed..."
Raito rolled his mahogany eyes once again before angrily pulling the young girl inside and locking the door behind them.
Raito's neighbor's shook their heads simultaneously, realizing they would never be able to figure out just what the hell was wrong with both their tenant, and all the freaky weirdo's he seemed to attract.
"O-nii-chan!" The young girl sang out as Raito raked a nervous hand through his gorgeous hair. "Onii-chan! Look at meeeeeeeee!"
Eye twitch. Fist clench. Eye twitch. Fist clench.
"You are going to kill me one of these days, Sayu."
Sayu giggled lightly as she skipped past her brother and dived into 'her' couch. "Rai-chan knows he loves me!"
Raito sighed. "Yeah, when you're not here."
The young girl ignored the negative comment rather admirably.
"So what has onii-chan been up to for the last... two days, four hours, thirty five minutes and... 56 seconds I have not seen him?" Sayu smiled widely as Raito sat on the other side of the couch.
"You keep track of the time when we're apart?" Raito asked in estranged awe.
"Tch. Fuck no. I just like to creep you out by making you think that I do. And from the awkward look on your face, my job seems to be done." Sayu bounced in her seat and turned so that she could completely face her brother. "So how has Ryuuzaki been treating you? Have you guys bumped bumpers yet?"
"Uh, no."
"Done the twisted tango?"
"I don't think so?"
"Completed the jig saw puzzle of love?"
"Wha?"
"Figured out how many licks it takes to get to the center of the tootsie roll pop?"
"Ok, you're just pulling these things out of your ass, now."
"Recorded the next American Idol on TiVo?"
"Wait, why the hell-?"
"So you could totally masturbate to Ryan Seacrest together, of course."
"Ew. Ew. Ew. Did I mention-Ew."
"I'm guessing not, then."
"I'd be saying you were guessing right."
"Well," Sayu exasperatedly began, "what the hell are you waiting for? You've only got one life, Raito! Live it already!"
Raito rolled his eyes as he got up from the couch and walked into his bedroom, gathering a small bundle of clothing from his drawers. "It's not that simple Sayu. This isn't just about sex, because if it was, I would have already have had a ride on the 'Ryuuzaki Train,' as you so eloquently have stated once before. Now, I'm going to take a shower! If Ryuuzaki calls, and hopefully he doesn't while you're still here, tell him to call me back later... when you're not in my vicinity please."
Sayu's mouth twitched in silent laughter as she twiddled her thumbs innocently for a couple of minutes and waited for the sound of water streaming out of the shower to echo within the large apartment. She turned to the cell phone in question, an evil grin overcoming her youthful visage. The maple haired girl picked up the phone and carefully scrolled down the number listings until she found the name she was looking for. She pressed the 'call' button and patiently waited for that certain someone to answer.
"Raito-kun?"
Sayu laughed maniacally in her head.
"Nope... this is his sister. Now, how interested are you in getting lucky tonight, Ryuuzaki-san?"
Oh, she was so going to get her brother laid by the end of the night, and that was a promise.
Raito got out of the bathroom 30 minutes later, his showers always timed to perfection. A towel hung on his bare shoulders as a pair of sweat pants clung to his impeccable hips. Raito blinked, expecting to be mauled by his sister, but was instead faced with a vacant apartment.
'Not that I'm complaining...' Raito thought to himself. 'But usually, this is an omen of much misfortune when Sayu manages to leave my place of her own free will.'
Seriously, the girl had no boundaries when it came to his super cool apartment. Raito was about to go check his bedroom, just to make sure the little demon wouldn't spring out of no where and scare the flawlessness out of him, when an inhuman sound nearly deafened the poor man's ears.
"Upside, inside out, she's livin la vida loca! She'll push and pull you down, livin la vida loca. Her lips are devil red and her skin's the color mocha-"
"Of all things, Sayu," Raito rubbed his temples with his palms, "why, oh why, Ricky Martin? Do you really hate me that much, little sister?"
"She will wear you out livin la vida loca! Come On! Livin la vida loca! Come on! She's livin la vida loca..."
Raito ran to the cell phone and agreed to the call, not even looking at the number... which really was starting to become a very bad habit for the young man. "Hello?"
"Raito-kun..."
"Ryuuzaki?"
"Yes. Would Raito-kun be much obliged to open the door now? I've been calling him for the past 10 minutes with no answer."
"You're-!"
"Yes, and I must say, Raito-kun... Ricky Martin? I know we are both gay, but..." Ryuuzaki's monotone voice gave way to slight amusement as Raito's eye twitched once again. "You do not get much gayer than that."
Raito closed the phone with a snap and made towards the door, forgetting one little detail as he came face to face with the perverted genius.
"It seems Raito-kun has begun without me."
A crimson red blush ran all the way down Raito's face and visible torso as the shameless hentai in front of him ogled his... goodies.
"GAH!"
Before Raito could run back inside and grab a shirt, Ryuuzaki tackled him onto the ground, shutting the door closed behind him.
"It's quite alright, though, Raito-kun." Ryuuzaki stated predatorily as he straddled the younger man's lap. "I'm sure I can catch up."
Raito banged his head on the floor, damning whatever entity did this to him.
'I hate my life, I hate my life, I hate my life, I hate my life, I hate my life, I hate-oh... that... feels nice.'
"Raito-kun likes that?" Ryuuzaki smirked down at the 23-year-old, hands trailing down the other's abdomen, before the younger of the two snapped out of his momentary daze and pushed him off his thighs.
'Hello, molestation. How have you been these couple of weeks?' Raito rolled his eyes as he quickly made it to his room. 'I've been just dandy...'
"Will Raito-kun be gone long? I still have a lot of groping-time to make up for!"
CRASH!
"Raito-kun?"
Raito painfully moaned from his spot on the hardwood floor.
"Oh, why me?"
Disclaimer: I do not own "Living the Vida Loca" by Ricky Martin, but if I did, I would so totally play it everyday... and proclaim my gayness to the free world. Why, oh why do you still live in that prettily decorated closet, Ricky?
Lol! As you can see, this chapter is more in preparation for this next, but I'm sure you guys can tell. ((sigh)) I hate filler chapters, don't you? But still so necessary. So... next chapter. Be there, or be square. And no, that totally didn't sound stupid. I swear. (That rhymes! XD) Responses, maybe? Maybe not? Eh, I don't really care either way. Lol!
