The Gun and the Guitar
Part 10: The BIG Question
It took a whole week before everything began to feel normal again. Bad Luck, K and Hiro, Judy and Michael, even Ark, made their press statements and recounted the events to the police. Ramon was back in jail along with his brother Miguel and their buddy, Carlos. Frank, Adam, Nick and Tank, also got detained but in a lower security prison. Both labelled 'rogue agents', Robert Turner and Agent Price were arrested and tossed in jail on numerous charges.
When all was said and done, Bad Luck was ready to bid Los Angeles farewell for good!
But K wouldn't have any of that!
"I promised to have you guys on the radio before we left L.A, and we're not leaving until I do just that," their manager claimed with a wink.
Bad Luck wasn't surprised to hear that statement.
Tohma, at first, reamed K out for not notifying him of the kidnapping when it occurred, but relented and gave his sincere apologies for what happened to Michael and Hiro. He told K that Nittle Grasper had detoured and gone to Chicago instead, and would be continuing their tour on schedule. K explained Bad Luck would do the same once everything got back on track.
Judy had gotten tired of them at her house and basically kicked them all out. She had been hesitant about her ex-husband, but K told her that he'd had enough of Beverly Hills; he wanted to return to Hollywood. Knowing that everything was safe now, she wasn't so worried when Michael begged her to let him stay with his father for a while longer.
K bid his friend Ark fair well, thanked him more than he could express for his help and returned to the hotel in West Hollywood with Bad Luck and Michael in tow. But this time K booked two rooms, one for him and Michael and the other one for Hiro. The rooms were joined so it was more like a double room, they could leave the door open, which they did most of the time.
A countless number of music industries were now interested in Bad Luck. America had heard about their heroic act of rescue and their names and photos were plastered on television. Dozens of different magazines and newspapers ran stories about them too.
It was a circus!
Hiro was the only one whining most about it. He disliked it when the media forgot about their music. Frankly, it was the one thing that irritated K, Hiro, sometimes, could be so darn ethical! But a few days later, his tone changed when K drop a bag a fan mail on his lap with a knowing look. There were letters from American fans, declaring they loved Bad Luck's music, some claiming they were going to learn Japanese now; others said that it was about time there were some fresh faces in the music industry. K managed to get them a few shows, a spot on MTV and an interview with Jay Leno. And Michael came along to everything, happily standing beside his father, both appearing like the managing duo.
Bad Luck had more exposure than they ever could have dreamed of…
But since K didn't have to work too hard, seeing as all the work was literally coming to them. He spent some time with his two favourite guys. He took Michael and Hiro all over Hollywood, showing them the sites. They ate way too much, spent too much shopping and would go back to the hotel and play in the pool or go down to the beach.
Exactly two weeks later, K burst through the joining hotel door with Michael. And together they jumped up and down on Hiro's bed as he slept.
"Wake up, Hiro, wake up! You got to hear something!" Michael cried.
"Yeah, sleepy head get up!" K urged.
The guitarist groaned and cracked open an eye, "Can't you two let a man sleep?"
"They're playing The Rage Beat on the radio!" Michael announced.
Hiro's eyes shot open and looked at father and son holding hands, jumping on his bed. "Really?!" he clamoured.
Just then there was a knock on the door and someone hollered, "HIIIRROO! WE DID IT!"
It was Shuichi.
Michael ran to open the door and hurried back to jump some more. Shuichi, hair all tousled from sleeping, laughed when he saw K and Michael bouncing on Hiro's bed. He eagerly joined them.
"Wee! We're international stars!"
Hiro flopped back on his pillow. But he laughed.
The fame came quickly. And the only annoying part of it now was the press. They were genuinely interested in K and Hiro's relationship, because this was Hollywood; they breathed the air of celebrity drama. They wanted the scoop on famous actress Judy Winchester's ex-husband's life, the man who had dressed up like a woman with Bad Luck to save his son and his male lover.
The story behind the whole kidnapping was a saturated sponge in need of a good squeezing.
But K determinedly shooed them away.
There was no way he was going to let them rip apart his life, although, they'd done a pretty good job of that anyways. For one, he wanted to protect his son from the media's trash. And another…he wasn't sure Michael would understand Hiro and his relationship if he were to read it in the paper.
Along with fame came awards. The Secret Service gave K, Shuichi, Yuki and Suguru a medal for civic bravery. K was sure they did it only to repair their reputations after the treasonous chief, Robert Turner. Even the LAPD wanted to credit him and Bad Luck; K liked the good publicity for the band. So he went and let them get their medals.
But when no one was watching K held both of his medals in his hand. He tossed the Secret Service one into a wishing fountain. He didn't need medals. His reward was right in front of him…in fact two rewards. K smiled at Michael and Hiroshi. Before he threw away the second medal, he stopped. Instead he handed it to his son.
"You were very brave Michael, and you deserve an honorary mention," K said proudly and exclaimed, "You blew off the frickin door! Do I have the coolest kid or what?" he bragged to Hiro, grinning like a fool.
"He definitely reminds me of you quite often," Hiro teased affably.
K winked cheekily at Hiro.
"But Dad, it was Hiro that set off the bomb. I only thought it up. Where's his medal?" Michael complained looking at Hiro earnestly.
Hmm, K looked at Hiro. He knew his Hiroshi was brave and he watched his lover start to laugh.
"Nah, I don't need any medals." Hiro looked a Michael. "I got my reward, being able to find out what an awesome kid you are." He ruffled the boy's hair with genuine affection. Michael giggled and laughed, and then, he hugged Hiro tightly.
"I love you," Michael told Hiroshi sincerely.
Hiro held the boy back warmly and told him he loved him too.
Both Hiro and Michael heard a sniffling sound and looked over to see K wiping his eyes, "WAAA! You two make me so happy!!" he cried.
Hiro and Michael laughed at K's antics and all three hugged each other.
The next day Suguru came knocking on Hiro and K's hotel door and asked if he could take Michael surfing. The musician, it seemed, had made a friend in the hotel that was a die hard surfer. Every moment he could, he went out to learn. With some practice he was getting pretty damn good.
K and Hiro spied the young woman that stood with Suguru at the door, and then they glanced at each other, trying to hide their glee. Suguru had found a cute blonde California girl surfer.
"Don't worry; I'll watch out for him," Suguru promised, "I just thought it'd be fun."
Michael made pleading, puppy dog eyes at his father. "Please?" he begged. "I won't take off, I promise." His father had been very protective of him since the whole kidnapping.
K wasn't sure. He knew he couldn't hold onto Michael forever even if he wanted to. And Suguru was a smart, responsible young man. "Fine," he sighed. "But no showing off! Stay away from the undertows and wear sunscreen!" K directed his fatherly rant at the three.
Gleefully, Michael went to put his swimsuit on and in moments was out the door, waving at Hiro and K, "Bye Dads!"
Blinking, K stared at the hotel door long after Michael had run out of it. His eyes darted at Hiro, who was sitting on the hotel sofa, attaching a new string to his guitar…or was, but now was staring at the door too.
"Did Michael just called us both 'dad' or am I wrong?" K asked uncertain, twirling a lock of hair as he speculated.
"You're not wrong," Hiro said straight-out. How sweet! Michael had just called him Dad! He put the guitar down…K would just have to bite-the-bullet—he had to tell him about his and Michael's little talk. He was so eager to share with K, Michael's revelations at the time. But when all the drama was over, Hiro felt hesitant. After all, K had gotten them separate hotel rooms.
"Is there something you're not telling me?" K pursued, he could read Hiro like a book.
Hiro sighed and said, "Michael knows about us."
K did nothing but stare at him.
Hiro continued, swallowing nervously, "Michael admitted to me, while we were held captive…that he knows about our type of relationship. I think he saw us kissing or something." He watched K's face for the reaction.
K's right eye twitched, he ran a hand over his hair, he shifted his weight, he swallowed, and he fidgeted with a button on his shirt.
"WHAT?!" he yelled finally.
K's face then turned the brightest shade of red Hiro had ever seen on the man. One could almost say he was, sweating bullets.
"I'm a terrible father!!" wailed K who began to pace around. "Judy will kill me! He's just a kid…pant pant …I don't want him to hate me."
Hiro stood up now looking stern. "K calm down. You are not a terrible father and he won't hate you. Michael is not stupid, you know. He told me Sara, a friend at school I guess, has two daddies. Did you know that?"
K looked oddly at Hiro. "Um…no."
"That's what Michael told me. It would seem that he was unsure about telling you and I can't say I blame him! You're making it very hard for him to talk to you about this stuff. He's already discovered things about life and you don't even know about it. I didn't want to talk to you about this because you seemed so uncomfortable about it. But kids are smarter than their parents give them credit for. He told me that he was fine about us," Hiro finished softly. Damn, K looked ready to tear through the walls.
"He…he told you that...?"
"Yes. And he asked if I loved you, because Judy told him that when people kiss, it means they love one another," Hiro enlightened a little more.
K sank onto the couch; he leaned back and sighed heavily. "I think I've feared that he would make influenced decisions if he knew about us. I'm just scared that's all. I know that's stupid, he'll grow up and make his own choices. I just need to be there to guide him, give advice, if he'll listen when he's a teenager," K said with a snort. He added, "I guess it's time to talk to him about the birds and bees…I'm such an idiot…"
Scoffing at the last part Hiro sat down beside K and patted his thigh. "You are not an idiot, you're just a parent," he teased lightly. He laughed when K visually pouted like an overgrown child. Hiro continued, "Look, Michael is such a strong kid, you're right he'll make his own choices. But I think you need to talk to him before someone else gives him the wrong information. Isn't that what parents are supposed to do?"
K looked at Hiro. His man had more common sense than him sometimes, he thought dryly. "You're right." He moaned, "The most feared discussion for a parent to have with their kid." K massaged his temples to soothe his head. "So he's decided to call you 'dad', eh?" He watched Hiro now with an amused look on his face, wondering how Hiro would deal with that.
Hiro blushed and looked away embarrassed. No one had ever called him 'dad' before. "I don't know what to say. I'm touched…and, I kind of worry you won't like it."
K's face fell, "Oh no, Hiro. I like it very much…I like it so much that it scares me a little. It's like," he thought for the words, "…it's like we're a family."
Hiro flashed his soft grey eyes at K. A family… "You know, Michael also told me that he wouldn't mind if I was his 'second daddy'. Heh, can you believe that? Kids say the craziest stuff." Hiro scratched at his head awkwardly.
Hmm, was that so? K smiled at Hiro's blushing face and the most amazing notion came to his mind. Would he…? Smirking a little now, K studied over Hiro's face, reading him for signs. He loved this man like no other. "Well, he'd be getting the best "second" dad that I can think of," K offered kindly and leaned in to kiss over Hiro's face.
"Stop it, you're making me blush," Hiro said seriously with a wave of his hand, but he craned his head to the side a little, offering more of his neck to K's kisses. "Mmm…it's been awhile since we had some time alone," the guitarist murmured.
"Maybe now's a good time to refresh our memories about the birds and the bees," K said naughtily, reaching over to loosen one of the buttons on Hiro's shirt.
Hiro sighed impassionedly, "Oh yeah." He let a hand roam over K's firm thigh, up along until it reached between them. Hiro massaged his hand almost roughly between K's legs, groping the semi-hard flesh there. He heard K suck in a breath loudly. "You know, you looked kinda hot dressed like a woman, that red dress was sexy," Hiro purred out of no where.
K pulled back and looked at Hiro sharply, "I know you were only looking at my boobs!" he complained playfully.
"Boobs?" Hiro repeated. "I was thinking more along the lines of hiking that dress up over your ass, bending you over a countertop or something and taking you from behind. Of course that's only if you wear those garters for me though."
"Rawr! I love it when you get like this," K murmured with conviction and watched as Hiro unbuckled his belt and undid his pants, "You're right it's been too long." The brunette slipped a hand down the front of his trousers. "I did make a sexy chick, didn't I?" K claimed proudly, growling as Hiro's hand made contact.
"Very sexy chick," Hiro whispered in agreement, still fondling K's cock. This time he leaned in and started to suck along K's neck, drawing his tongue over the crevices and ridges of the man's sweet skin.
"Ahh…ohh...mmm," the erotic sounds spilled from K's throat and he completely surrendered to the pleasure Hiro gave him. His sweet, wonderful, Hiroshi, K thought, thankful to have his lover back safely. He touched Hiro's mahogany hair, gliding his fingers through the silky tresses. And then he grasped Hiro by the head and drew him up, face to face, and brought their lips together.
Seated on the sofa in the hotel room, they kissed urgently with unrestrained ardour. Mouths opened and their tongues met with a drive that never got old. It was something they had discovered about each other over time; how much they loved to kiss. And now, since Michael was gone, they had all afternoon to do just that.
Still attached to K's mouth, Hiro managed to wiggle himself out of his pants and boxers. They might have all afternoon to kiss, but he had wanted more. K had done the same; they shuffled around a lot but still managed to keep kissing. Hiro giggled behind their kiss with wicked amusement. But he pushed himself off reluctantly, grinning down at K's smiling face. He went to retrieve the lubricant.
K sat there waiting, his eyes smoky with desire, stroking himself as his lover fetched the small tube. Hiro returned, tossing the stuff on the couch next to them. His man stood there for a moment simply watching him touch himself. He didn't mind one bit. "Climb up on me, love," K insisted patting his naked lap.
Anytime, thought Hiro and straddled himself over K's thighs. Their groins met flesh to flesh. They groaned with the intimate contact. K wrapped his arms around the brunette, his hands splayed over the fabric of the shirt Hiro still wore, over his slender back. Hiro descended on K's mouth once again.
As they kissed, K finished unbuttoning Hiro's shirt. The blonde swept his hands over Hiro's chest, the shirt now hung loosely past his shoulders, resting lazily around at his elbows. Sweeping his hands around Hiro's body, K gripped into the brunette's back and down over his ass. K let one hand reach blindly for the lube as he kissed his lover, and upon purchase, he wet his fingers generously. Ending the kiss, K searched and slipped a finger inside Hiro's taut warm entrance, making his young lover buck against him. K smiled victoriously and slipped his finger in further.
"Ahh K…" Hiro whined pleasurably, letting his head loll back.
The scene was so hot before K that he moaned with appreciation. There was Hiro, almost naked except for that ruffled shirt, breathing heavily, his mouth open as if he were experiencing the best orgasm of his life, and his hair cascading down his back. The tips were tickling K's legs.
"You're so sexy, Hiroshi…" the blonde murmured, moving in to trail kisses down the brunette's exposed neck. "Ride me…" he whispered past Hiro's ear.
Hiro shivered with delight. K's breath was warm, his voice sensual. Hiro straightened and gazed in to his blonde's warm blue eyes, lips curving into a smile. He reached for the lube that was now next to K's thigh. Sitting back a little so he could see K's full erection, Hiro added some of the cool lubricant, applying it with even strokes.
K sighed and let his head rest back against the sofa. He felt Hiro rise up on his knees and lean into him, the man's length pressed into his belly. Then slowly he descended, and K could feel himself engulfed by Hiro's heat.
"Nnnnn!" went both men.
Using his legs to power himself into a rocking motion, Hiro fucked K's cock, driving himself into a blissful trance. He swept K's shirt open so he could grab into K's flesh, touch him and feel his naked skin next to his. Satisfied, Hiro clung on, flexing his hips, slowly riding K's length. At the same time his own length was rubbing up against K's abdomen. Hiro produced a delicious song of whimpering cries. Deeper and deeper, he felt his lover inside him and with yearning Hiro went for K's lips again.
"Harder…" the blonde urged, opening his mouth to capture Hiro's in a hot wet joining.
To make it harder, Hiro adjusted his legs so his feet were planted on either side of K's thighs. He rode harder, faster, and longer, clinging to K, his fingers gripping into the blonde's back. Hiro's mouth hungrily kissed his lover, moaning and panting as K thrust up with his hips too.
It was time to take charge. Holding onto Hiro fiercely, K scooted forward and stood. With his cock still buried inside Hiro's body, K fuck-walked the brunette to the bed. They flounced onto the bed and K began to thrust into Hiro, driving his love home. He pumped like a jackhammer, slamming repeatedly into Hiro, grunting with effort.
"UNNN! Yeah! Ohhh f-fuck! Claude!" Hiro cried, clinging on to K as he fucked him senseless.
K growled and panted from the divine friction, feeling himself on the brink. But he never let up on his sped, he thrust harder. Hiro was mewling next to his ear, "Fuck Hiro…oh yeah! Come for me baby." But he couldn't stop the flow, and K let out his own shattering cry of release and emptied his burden into his lover. Panting, his eyes glazed over from the tremendous climax, K watched Hiro give in to his own orgasm. This was the best part, because K was sure that watching Hiro in the throes of climax, made his own last longer. It was so hot it almost made him weep. He pushed himself up, but not out, and watched Hiro's swollen member expel. K moaned at the primal sight and removed himself from his lover. He leaned down and nibbled gently over Hiro's now very sensitive penis, making Hiro twitch and grab at the blankets beneath him savagely. K laved his tongue up, cleaning the tip of its bitter fluid, swirling in lazy ecstasy. When he was done, K crawled over of his lover, resting himself on top, and kissed Hiro's damp, beautiful face.
The kissing melted into a loving embrace, man on top of man, holding each other with spent contentment.
"I love you my sweet, my beautiful, my wonderful, my…my, everything. I love you…" K murmured into his lover's hair.
Hiro replied barely above a whisper, "I love you too my brave, sexy and courageous hero. You have no idea how much I love you."
Once more they melded into each other, embracing for a long while.
The guitarist broke the silence. "We have the whole afternoon to ourselves," Hiro purred softly.
K chuckled deeply. "So then, maybe we should take this fun into the shower?" he suggested.
"I like the way you think," Hiro mused.
Surprising Hiro, K jumped off the bed and grabbed at him, tossing him over his shoulder like a rag doll. K smacked his butt gleefully and hauled him off to the bathroom—Hiro howling with laughter.
Both men spent a lazy, sex-fogged afternoon together.
But sensing the evening upon them, Hiro and K had to get dressed. Hiro returned to his guitar stringing and K lay on the bed and flicked on the television, cleaning his Sig Sauer P229 handgun. Both of them yawned at the same time and snickered at each other.
Moments later Michael returned all sun-kissed, chatty and shining with smiles from his day at the beach.
A few days later K walked into the hotel room with a morning paper and coffee. Today was a very special day, or at least K hoped it would be! He'd done a lot of thinking and he knew what he was going to do! He couldn't stop the smirk on his face like he was up to no good.
He had a plan…
K placed the stuff on the small hotel table and crawled over Hiro's sleeping form, the bed creaking under his pressure. He brushed hair from the guitarist's face and started planting soft kisses on his brow.
Hiro smiled sleepily and stretched out his toes, K was waking him up again in his sweet way. But he kept his eyes closed for a little longer just to relish in feeling of being kissed upon. Only today, K's waking kisses seemed more persistent. "Aww, K, why so early?" he heard himself whine.
"It's not early; it's nearly ten o'clock sleepy head," K said unbelievably. "Anyways, I thought we could have breakfast with everyone this morning. They are waiting downstairs."
A sweet offer Hiro thought, how could he resist. "Where's Michael?"
"Already downstairs," K said, tugging the blankets lower and kissing along Hiro's shoulder.
Hiro pulled K down to him for a kiss. The blonde kissed him warmly but quickly got up, "Go on get dressed" he urged rather insistently, "I'll meet you downstairs. Oh, and I left you a coffee while you get ready, to help you wake up and get that cute ass out of bed."
K laughed goofily and grabbed his newspaper, "If you sleep in too late, you'll ruin my master plan." With that he left the room.
Master plan?
Probably some stupid radio gig or another interview with some yappy journalist, Hiro thought and crawled out of bed. Still, something was up. K was acting kind of giddy, mysterious. It wasn't a radio-interview kind of giddy, Hiro knew that smirk well.
Padding over to the coffee, he gladly opened the lid and took a sip…how sweet of K to bring him this. Finding clothes to wear, Hiro then dragged his slothful-feeling self into the shower. He didn't take too long knowing everyone was waiting downstairs for breakfast.
The gang smiled at him when he found their table. They sat around a large square table in the hotel's bistro, which was quiet this Wednesday morning. Actually mid-morning, Hiro realized dryly. He noticed they had waited for him before eating.
"Aww, you didn't have to wait for me guys," Hiro said awkwardly. He tried to figure how long he took from the moment K woke him up, twenty minutes maybe? Hiro sat in a chair next to K and Michael and picked up a menu, but he stopped—he felt everyone's eyes on him, watching him with strange grins on their faces.
"What?" Hiro asked curiously.
They all shrugged at the same time.
"Don't worry, we didn't wait that long, Hiro," Shuichi assured and added, "But now that you're here, I'm starving!"
They all ordered and ate, but Hiro noticed everyone was sort of quiet this morning. Normally there was lots of talking, but today he could hear more utensils clinking and chewing going on than normal.
Plus Shuichi kept smiling at him.
Was there a 'Kick Me' sign on his back or something? Hiro craned his head around and tried to look. Nope, no sign, he shrugged.
After breakfast was cleared up, Hiro sipped his second coffee of the day and continued to observe his friends oddly. Even Sakano looked chipper this morning and Yuki was wearing a poker face—nothing unusual there. Michael was blowing bubbles into his milk. Suguru cast Shuichi a glance and K was tapping his finger on the table sort of nervously.
Something was definitely up and somehow Hiro knew it involved him. He placed his hand over K's tapping, "What's the matter?"
"Nothing at all," K replied softly and handed Hiro the newspaper, "Why don't you read our horoscopes since we're both Leo's."
K never handed him the paper, or, asked him to read the astrology before. Hiro took the paper cautiously. "I guess so," he murmured, quizzing K with his eyes.
But the blonde only grinned.
Hiro flipped through the newspaper and found he had a hard time trying to find the right section. "K, you know I can't read English very well."
"Trust me," K told him and took the paper from Hiro. He found the astrology section and handed the paper back to Hiro.
Shuichi squeaked suddenly as if he were bursting. "Come on Hiro, read it already!"
"What is your problem this morning?" Hiro asked.
"Ignore him," K urged.
Bewildered, Hiro's eyes returned to the paper. He scanned the page hunting for the horoscope 'Leo'. Ah! There it was. "Hey, there's Japanese written here, under the English."
Just then everyone leaned in further as if with anticipation.
"Uh huh, and what does it say?" K pursued impishly.
Shuichi was squealing again from the suspense. Michael giggled.
Hiro read silently to himself…
My dearest Hiroshi, there is no one in this world that makes me feel the way you do. You make my days filled with meaning. Share the rest of your days with me, my love, and after you read this. Tell me that you can't live without me. Tell me that you'll love me forever as my husband?
Hiro's mouth dropped open and he re-read the words again and again to make sure he wasn't dreaming. Was K asking him…? Suddenly it felt like there wasn't enough air to fill his lungs.
"K…I…" he stumbled breathlessly and lifted his eyes from the horoscope to look at K's face. Only, K wasn't seated any longer.
The man was on one knee!
"Marry me, Hiroshi?"
There wasn't the slightest amount of hesitation in his voice. Hiro stared down at K, his blue eyes unwavering as he watched him silently. The guitarist felt like a deer caught in the headlights. K held out a small blue velvet box, inside was a shinning gold band. Hiro swallowed thickly…he glanced over at his friends who all watched on eagerly—his face burned hotly. That's right, they're waiting for him to answer—he was supposed to answer.
Shuichi was ready to scratch his way across the table, but Yuki pulled him back and watched Hiro's stunned face. The guitarist had been clearly taken by surprise. But it would seem as if the surprise was wearing off…Hiro's face broke into a silly grin.
Hiro knew his answer without a doubt. He didn't care what anyone else would think. "Yes," he said, "I'll marry you."
K let out a hoot of joy. With trembling fingers, he pulled out the gold band. "Hold out your hand…no Hiroshi, your left one." K chuckled at his lover's elated confusion.
Hiro couldn't believe this was happening as he held out his hand and let K slip on the gold band. The ring fit perfectly and K leaned in to kiss it softly. "I'll make you so happy," K promised to him.
The entire restaurant broke out in sudden applause.
Very red in the cheeks, Hiro smiled timidly around at everyone that applauded them. He smiled at his friends, who were laughing and clapping. Even Michael was shouting, "Yay!" But Hiro looked back over at K, "I can't believe you did this…I knew you were up to something—the master plan?"
K got up and sat back down at his chair. He wore a smirk now. "I would have asked sooner, but I had to wait until the newspaper would print that horoscope for me. I wanted to surprise you; I wanted it to be special, Hiroshi. I never want you to forget this moment," K offered thoughtfully.
"I don't think I will," Hiro murmured incredulously. He looked at the horoscope again, "You know, instead of answering this horoscope now, let me write my response in my vows," he requested.
Beaming, K nodded, "Alright, let's do that—write our own vows. I like that."
They kissed softly, forgetting the people around them for a moment.
"WAAA! This is so sweet! Do I get to be maid of honour?!" Shuichi gushed and wiped happy tears away from his face.
"Err…if you want." Hiro laughed at Shuichi. "But, I don't think it's going to be that kind of wedding, Shuichi."
It didn't matter what Hiro said, Shuichi jabbed his thumbs into his chest and declared he was the maid of honour. Oh yes, yes he was.
The group chuckled dryly.
"Congratulations guys," Yuki told them, "It's weird and so 'gay', but it's nice." He put an arm around Shuichi.
"Things with Bad Luck never cease to amaze me," Sakano told them and smiled warmly, "I wish you both well. Hiroshi, what are you going to tell your parents?"
Hiro balked. "Um…I dunno." Geez, he hadn't thought of that until now. He felt they'd understand. Well, they would have to, because Hiro wanted nothing more then to be with K. His man was a good provider; he had a good job and all that materialistic shit his parents worried about so much. He shoved the thought as far from his mind as possible. He didn't want to think of that right now!
Michael got up and came between his father and Hiro. He wanted to say something, but by his fidgeting he seemed nervous about it. "Dad, can I come with you?"
K gaped at his son, and then he gaped at Hiro. "You mean in Japan?"
The boy nodded. "I want to be with you and Daddy Hiro." Michael looked hopeful at Hiroshi.
Hiro held up his hands, this one was entirely up to K. His head was swirling, he was getting married! Michael was calling him Daddy! K's son wanted to live with them…oh man…they were going to live in the same place together! This was so exciting and scary all at the same time.
"We need to have a talk with your mother then," K said seriously and hugged his son. He didn't want to promise anything in case Judy threw a fit.
Hiro twirled the gold band on his finger and wondered aloud, "So I guess you all knew what was going to happen, no wonder everyone was acting so strange." The brunette chortled and he smiled at K. "Where is your ring?"
"I thought I'd let you pick it out," K told him, "I picked out yours, so I thought it'd be fair if you got to pick out mine."
The guitarist smiled at the sediment and drifted off in thought. He wondered where they would live, how the world might react to his marriage—would Judy let Michael come to Japan? He sat with a soft dreamy smile on his face as everyone chatted on.
Giggling at Hiro's faraway look Shuichi snapped his fingers in front of his best friend's face. "So when and where are you getting married?"
That was a very good question! Hiro glanced at K for an answer.
"Tomorrow in Toronto," K answered nonchalantly.
"Tomorrow?!" Everyone cried.
"Yeah," K told them with a sprightly wink. "That means we're all leaving later tonight. We have a busy day ahead of us." K started listing off things-to-do on his fingers, "We can't get married without a new tux, Hiro has to pick out my ring, we all have to pack, and I have to talk to Michael's mom. After that we're all going to Japan for two weeks, and then we seriously have to finish this North American tour. Nittle Grasper is staying to finish their tour. But not to worry! We're already one step ahead…you guys have a song playing on the radio, they don't," K finished sounding pleased with himself.
"Man…you've been planning a lot, haven't you?" Suguru muttered, "But why Toronto…why so quickly?"
"I want to make it legal. I can't offer Hiro that in Japan. Toronto allows same sex couples to legally get married. It won't be legal anywhere except Canada, but I'm not fooling around here," K explained seriously, "I don't care if it's in a different country; I just want to do what's right."
Hiro was touched by the sincerity in K's voice. "But like Suguru said, why are we doing this so fast?"
"It's all part of my master plan. I have something very cool waiting for you back home," K mentioned slyly to Hiro. "It's a surprise, but I don't know if I can keep it! Do you all want to know?"
"YES!" the all cried.
K snickered serenely at them. "Ok, I was going to surprise you, but now is a good time as any. For the last few days, I've arranged to have all your stuff and my stuff to be put in our new house—your new house. It's my wedding gift you, Hiroshi. Thank goodness, you didn't say no," K laughed and sipped some tea, smiling over at Michael.
"What?!" cried Hiro.
"I know!" K replied disbelievingly, "Buying a house overseas wasn't a piece of cake. You know how hard it is finding decent property in Japan, something close to downtown Tokyo so we wouldn't have a long commute to work everyday? But with technology these days you can take virtual tours!"
Hiro blinked stupefied, "You got us a house?" It was just one surprise after the other with this man. "Claude, I—I don't know what to say. Thank you."
"Ha, ha just remember to call me "K" when we're working together," the blonde reminded and patted Hiro's cheek, "And, you're very welcome my angel."
After breakfast, everything became a whirlwind. Bad Luck went off to pack. K, Hiro and Michael went shopping for a ring and tuxes, even a handsome tux for Michael. When that was all done, K and Michael drove to Beverly Hills to talk to Judy. Hiro took that time alone to think about his vows. He locked the door to his room, picked up his guitar and let the words come from music. It took longer than he thought, saying the perfect thing to a man that was literally sweeping him off his feet was difficult.
The hours flew by and before he knew it, he was climbing into a taxi with all his friends, with his husband-to-be and Michael.
They had a late plane to catch.
Everyone bid adieu to Los Angeles as their plane took off. Bad Luck had made their mark here, a city in which they were more than happy to leave behind. Since their flight was at such a late hour, Michael slept on the plane and K and Hiro talked quietly.
"So what did Judy say?" asked Hiro sipping on a much needed beer, compliments of first class.
"She was surprised let me tell you," K responded, "We had a nice chat today, Michael seems adamant about coming to Japan. I have to say, I've always hoped Michael would come live with me one day. I feel bad for Judy though, but it's Michael's decision. So, we agreed we'd leave it up to Michael. If he hates Japan and wants to go back home, he can. We'll see how he likes it." K's eyes widened for a moment, "Oh, I never asked you though, you don't mind if Michael stays with us. Do you?"
"I think it's awesome," Hiro said honestly.
K smiled.
"So, she didn't freak out?"
"Surprisingly not, I guess she knew one day that Michael may ask for this sort of thing," K concluded and watched Hiro playing with his wedding ring. "Scared?"
"Kind of, it's so unreal," Hiro whispered. "But I want this more than anything. I want to be yours."
"And I want to be yours, Hiro."
K stole Hiro's beer and took a sip.
"What happens to our tour?" the guitarist questioned.
"We take a hiatus. We'll be going to Japan to see our new house and then we're going on our honeymoon. Now that stays a surprise for now," K insisted. "But, Michael will stay with Yuki and Shuichi, I asked them and they agreed. But I think Shuichi likes it more than Yuki—"
"Not surprising," Hiro quipped.
K nodded and continued, "They'll be coming with us to Japan for two weeks and then, like I said, we're seriously going to tour the main cities of the U.S. Then sometime in September we'll return to Japan, we'll put Michael in school."
"You have it all figured out," Hiro murmured, "Heh, I'm getting married to my manager." He giggled when he said it like that.
K rolled his eyes, "Heh, remember the first time we kissed?"
Hiro guffawed. "You fell on me you big oaf."
The blonde laughed.
"I wondered why you picked me to come with you on that tour bus. I knew that morning you licked my ear that you were flirting with me," Hiro said and snickered.
K handed back Hiro's beer. "And I can't believe it took you so long to figure it out!"
"Oh come on," Hiro countered, "Half the time you act so crazy. I didn't know you then like I do now."
"And now that you know the real me…?"
"I'm so happy you fell on me," Hiro quipped.
They laughed.
Hiro couldn't believe he was back in Toronto. When he arrived here the first time, he'd come with a broken heart. But this time he was here to get married! To marry the man he thought had broken his heart once upon a time.
But that was history.
Standing in front of the mirror, Hiro fumbled with the bowtie on his brand new tuxedo. He had to admit he looked sharp. And so did K, who was in the bathroom brushing his teeth.
"I thought it was bad luck to see each other before the wedding?" Hiro pointed out to K as they got ready.
"Well this isn't a very 'traditional' wedding is it?" K mused heartily.
"True," Hiro replied.
K wandered out of the bathroom and came to stand in front of Hiro. He fixed his bowtie for him with a soft smile, "You have to figure this out one day, you know."
"Why, when I have you?" Hiro said cheekily.
"Daddy can you do up my bowtie too?" Michael complained.
"You see, we both need you in a time of crisis," Hiro said half-jokingly.
K could only smile.
After Michael's tie was done he ran out to find see what the others were up to, leaving his Dad and Hiro alone. K sat on the bed and started to fix his hair but today he was all fingers. He could do bowties, but not his own damn hair!
Hiro sat down next to him and grabbed the hairbrush from K's hand. "Here, let me do it," Hiro insisted and ran the brush gently through K's blonde mane.
K sighed. This gave him a little comfort, considering he was kind of nervous. He tried to hide it, but these types of events were always regarded with butterflies. Hiro was being so gentle, caring, sometimes he just had to stop and let someone else take over once in awhile. He got so used to being in charge. But that would have a change a little; he couldn't go bossing Hiro around at home, at work perhaps, but not at home. Somehow he knew they'd figure it out. Instead he concentrated on Hiro as he brushed his hair into a neat ponytail. K handed over the hair tie that was in his hand and Hiro fixed it into place.
"I'm sorry…I'm just a bit nervous, Hiro."
"Yeah…" Hiro responded breathlessly, "I'm a bit nervous too. Heh, what would a wedding be if the grooms weren't a little nervous?"
K chuckled softly.
"Are you ready?"
"Yes, very ready," K answered.
Without anyone's knowledge, Shuichi had ordered a last minute surprise for Hiro and K.
Both men raised their brows when a white limo showed up, decorated with white puff balls—clearly a wedding car.
"I didn't think it was right for you two to ride in our boring regular black limo. You deserve a wedding limo!" Shuichi exclaimed, "There's a complementary bottle of champagne in there too…don't get drunk before you get to the church." He winked at them and got into the black limo with the rest of Bad Luck and Michael.
"Well, at least it wasn't something corny like a horse drawn carriage or something," Hiro said flippantly.
"Shhh! Shuichi might hear you," K gasped.
It wasn't a church they were going to actually, but City Hall. Inside the lovely building was a beautiful chapel were a real cleric would perform the wedding ceremony. All K had to do was pay the fees and book the date.
The twenty first of June at one o'clock.
They chauffeur opened their door, and K got out and offered his hand to Hiro. Swallowing thickly, Hiro took it and climbed out. Damn, his stomach was swirling now. It was like he was moving along in a dream, the only thing that was clear, was the vows in his head. Numbly, he walked inside the building where they were greeted by a cleric who introduced himself.
Hiro forgot his name a second later.
Oh boy, he was going to have to stand in front of everyone and declare his undying devotion to K out loud. Hiro concentrated on breathing.
Instead of the whole wedding march and bride-walking-down-the-isle bit, Hiro and K simply took their place in front of the altar.
Their friends took their seats in the pews.
The cleric began by asking if any opposed this union. Of course no one said a word. The man then spoke of eternal promises to love and care for each other; in sickness and health until death did them part.
K and Hiro both looked at each other and said, "I do."
Shuichi began to cry loudly.
"Now is the time to share your own vows if you have prepared any," the cleric said. "You can also produce the rings."
K nodded, he would go first. He cleared his throat and took Hiro's hand which already bore his wedding ring. Eyes directed only at Hiro, K spoke, "I never prepared for these vows, so I'm winging it. I know, it's my own fault…I tend to rush things when I want something badly. And I…uh, I never wanted anything as much as I wanted this. Hiroshi, I know when we first met we seemed like worlds apart…but then, I fell in love with you. You let me be myself, accepted me for who I am. You became part of my world. I know we had some rough times, crazy times. But I promise to love you and protect you as long as I'm still breathing. For you to be here today, standing with me right here…" K felt himself choking up, "…means everything to me. I'll always love you, angel."
Sakano blew his nose.
Hiro listened to the words that came from K's heart. It was so incredibly beautiful that he forgot that he was standing in a chapel, he forgot about his nerves. This was their moment and it was his turn to say his vows.
From inside his pants pocket Hiro produced the ring he'd chosen for K. As he slipped the band up along K's ring finger, he began to speak. "Unlike you, I did prepare my vows," Hiro said jovially and smiled just for K, taking his hands in his once more. "This is the biggest decision I have ever had to make in my life. It's more profound than choosing music over education. That being said, the decision wasn't that hard to make. I've learned to follow my heart, and when I do…great things happen to me. You've not only given me success in life, but happiness in love. Claude, you are the greatest thing that has ever happened to me. I couldn't live a day without you and I promise to love you forever as your husband…"
They sealed their promises with a kiss.
Bad Luck cheered and hooted. Michael threw confetti and K and Hiro's faces were bright and flushed with happiness. Everyone began to chatter at once, but the cleric reminded them that they needed to sign their marriage certificate in front of their chosen two witnesses.
Yuki and Shuichi stepped up. They would be the witnesses that signed the certificate.
When that was done, Hiro dragged K out of the chapel, eager to get out of there. Finally he felt like he could breathe! Outside he sucked in air with sighs of relief and everyone laughed. K laughed the hardest and gave Hiro a great big hug.
"Come on, there is no time to waste. We have to catch another plane very soon," K reminded everyone.
Exhausted mentally, K and Hiro pretty much just slept on the plane. When they arrived back in Japan, it was morning. Michael hugged his father and Hiro, and left with Shuichi and Yuki in a taxi. Everyone else grabbed another taxi home.
Once alone, K hailed another cab and gave the driver an address Hiro had never heard of. Wired by curiosity and an overall exciting past twenty-four hours, Hiro knew he was in for another surprise.
And he was right…
The cab eventually came to a stop outside of a newly built two-story brick house. It had a large glass balcony and two tall trees canopying the walkway that led to a glossy black front door. On the other side, behind the trees, Hiro saw a driveway and his motorcycle parked there!
"I can't believe this is happening…." Hiro breathed, "It's incredible."
K beamed. Squee! It was like Christmas!
Their attention was detoured as the cab driver got out, taking their luggage out of the trunk. He helped them carry their baggage to the front door. K paid the man and waited until he left.
Then in one fell swoop he scooped Hiro up in his arms.
"What are you doing?!" hollered Hiro, surprised. His face was already burning with embarrassment.
"Carrying my new groom over the threshold, its tradition," K explained, putting a key that had gotten Fed-Ex'd to L.A, in the door awkwardly. He opened it and stepped in.
"Home sweet home," K ventured in English.
"You fool put me down!" laughed Hiro at his crazy…gee, it wasn't manager or boyfriend anymore. It was crazy husband now, wasn't it?
K put him down and queried, "Now would you like to be Mrs or Mr. Hiroshi Winchester?" He smirked teasingly at Hiro.
Hiro scoffed and swatted at K, "Definitely not 'Mrs'," he said indignantly.
The blonde snickered. "Don't worry, I won't make you change your name, you can keep it for Bad Luck, it would be crazy to change it." Professionally, K knew he was right. He wasn't a top going band manager for nothing! But he did enjoy teasing Hiroshi.
"I'll cut you a deal. You can call me Mr. Winchester in the bedroom though," Hiro offered devilishly.
"Oh, that's a deal!"
A/N: Waa! I have to admit everytime I post this chapter I feel so nervous! XD! This has to be the most fluffiest fluff I ever wrote for K and Hiro. As corny as it is, it's also the sweetest to me. Well, it is and it's not, I still have Part 3 to post and trust me...there is some serious fluff in that one too XD I'll give you a hint, it involves Yuki and Shuichi BIG time and Hiro comes up with a devilish plot and gets the surprise of his life! Terrible hint, eh? I can't give it all away XD Anyways, for the story to progress and K and Hiro's relationship...I had to take it to the next level. At least in my eyes. I wanted them to have it all! And there is more yet to come in Part 3. There is one more chapter after this...of course it is more fluff! A serious lemon and then more fluff...my treat to all the Kiro fans lol! K and Hiro get to discover their new home!
Sorry it took so long to post up...it was such a long chapter in dire need of fixing.
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wolffan - Yay you caught up -squishes- It's great to hear someone taking notice in the development of K and Hiro's relationship. I only hope you agreed with the turn of events in the relationship now XD Big step! I guess I just can't see how much more I can torture them really lol. Thanks so much for supporting me and this story!
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Akiro Muratake - AWW thats so cute! I'm touched! Tee, sometimes I print out stories and read them on the bus while going to work XD! Oh, yes you get a juicy lemon next...it's fluffy and oh so naughty XD
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