The Gun and the Guitar
Chapter 12: The Ponytail was Sort of Cool
The holiday literally flew by. Nittle Grasper returned to the city yesterday—no one breathing a word about the spin-the-bottle game. It was best kept in the vault.
It was just after supper and Hiro was sitting on the edge of the creaky wooden dock, smoking a cigarette and fishing. The water was lapping gently against the shore, there wasn't anyone else around. It was tranquility at its best. He wasn't catching anything, which he partly blamed K for. But he wasn't really trying either; instead his attention was on K, who was talking on his mobile with his son. Hiro had never heard K talk to his son before. It was sweet. He loved to watch the blond, his face aglow as he talked to the younger version of himself.
K was pacing around the dock as he spoke.
"Do you miss me?"
"I miss you too. I'll work something out soon and then I'll come see you. I might bring a friend, would that be ok?"
Hiro's eyes widened, he understood enough to make that out.
"You're a good boy..." then K laughed. "…oh you will, will ya? Save it for when we come down, so we can try it out together."
"I love you too, Michael," K said softly, "Bye hun."
Hiro was smiling as K got off the phone.
"What are you so smiley about?" K asked, stuffing the phone into his pocket. He took a seat next to Hiro on the dock.
"Nothing, I just thought how cute you sounded just now."
K felt a blush warm his cheeks. Hiro sometimes had a way of doing that to him, with his sweet words. K always thought of himself as sort of a tough guy, but Hiro saw him for who he really was. He also loved that about the guitarist, his ability to see things in a deep perception but yet he still held a tough guy image himself. Because Hiro wasn't a loud, obnoxious guy, he was thoughtful and witty; he'd give you his right arm for the ultimate cause.
"So how are things, how is Michael? What do you want him to save till you see him, I didn't understand enough English to figure it out," Hiro questioned, not feeling abashed to ask K more personal questions. He turned his focus away from the red and white bobber floating on top of the water to give K his full attention.
"Michael misses me a lot, Judy wouldn't let him come up for the Film Festival which is really too bad. I should take a trip out there soon," commented K, looking a little forlorn. "Oh, and it was just this new video game. He wants to play it together…I know he won't wait that long though." K chuckled and then he sighed, "I wish he was here with us."
"I'm sorry you couldn't see him in Toronto. But you should go to Los Angeles and see him there," the brunette offered empathically. He noticed often from just a mention of his son, K got a little down.
K smiled at Hiro sitting here with a fishing pole in hand, a smoke dangling from his lip. He plucked the cigarette from him and hauled on it.
"I want you to come with me," K said blowing out the smoke, watching Hiro closely.
Hiro's eyebrows rose, he wasn't sure what to say. Going with K meant entering his world completely, fully. It scared him a bit but it also made him feel significant to K. Before all of this, Hiro never would have thought to have these kinds of thoughts. It was funny how his life worked out, he thought.
He finally declared, "K…I'd follow you anywhere you want me too. I would like to go with you," Hiro offered, even if the thought of meeting K's son, scared the shit out of him.
K pulled the brunette close, flicking the cigarette away and kissed him. Hiro meant so much to him, that he didn't think life would mean much without him anymore. A few sweet moments later K pulled back and said, "After we're done in Toronto, we'll go. It'll be a lot of work readjusting the tour dates, but I can do it. Maybe we'll backtrack, start in L.A and work our way back." K noticed that Hiro looked a bit scared.
Hiro nodded, K was reading him, he hated that the blonde could do that so easily. There was a nibble on his line and broke away from K's gaze to try and catch a fish.
K grabbed the fishing net, "Don't jerk to quickly now, let him bite the hook," K offered. When the bobber plunged under the water, K hollered, "Now!"
Hiro yanked the rod and sure enough he felt a wriggling, tugging sensation through the pole. He reeled in the feisty fish and K scooped it up with his net.
"Yea!" cried Hiro triumphantly.
K set the net on the dock, "A small mouth bass, nice size, let's keep him." But as K went to pick up the fish it wiggled and squirmed, he gasped as he got sprinkled with water. The fish flopped out of his hands, K tried to grab at it in midair, but it landed back in the water with a splash.
"K…" groaned Hiro, "That's like the third fish you let get away. What, can't you handle something slippery and wet?" teased Hiro, snickering at his own dirty joke.
K rolled his eyes and wiped the water off his face; he wasn't proving to be a very good fisherman, he sighed.
Hiro laughed. "Ah, don't worry. Do you don't really want to clean and cook them?" he asked. Cleaning fish was such a mucky job.
"Hey, I'm a great cook, I'd cook it," K claimed indignantly.
"Well, not if they keep getting away from you," taunted Hiro.
K stuck his tongue out at him. Hiro laughed more, K was being so cute.
"I'll make you giggle if you don't stop teasing me," K threatened playfully.
"I dare you too," Hiro countered, looking at K with mischief.
K dipped his hand in the water and flicked his fingers, sprinkling Hiro graciously.
Hiro gasped.
K snickered. But the brunette held strong and didn't retaliate. Hrmph, no good, thought K. That was what he wanted to see. The blonde scoffed and lowered himself to the ultimate torture—tickling. Now he had Hiro laughing and uncontrollably screaming. K laughed heartily, almost evilly.
They were like two over-grown kids.
Someone cleared their throat.
Stopping in mid-giggle, K and Hiro turned around to look at Yuki.
"Hey buddy, what's up?" asked K who sat up straighter, looking pleased with himself.
"Nothing, I just came out to see how the fishing was coming along. But I see that you two aren't really concentrating on that," Yuki said coolly, he enjoyed teasing them.
Hiro looked Yuki up and down. If he did say so himself, Yuki seemed to like here too. The man was actually wearing a sweater and a pair of casual looking pants. His face didn't look so hard.
"How's Shuichi?" Hiro questioned.
"Driving me insane," Yuki said and glanced down at Hiro, "He's getting suspicious you know. Hiro this, K that. Do something about it or I'll do something for you."
Hiro blushed. "I guess I can't keep it a secret forever, I'll tell him really soon, ok?"
Yuki nodded. "So, when are we going back?"
"Tomorrow—aren't you enjoying it here?" K asked.
"Hrmph…it's alright," Yuki muttered and walked off.
Hiro looked at K, "He likes it here…I'm surprised."
K was still watching contemplatively as Yuki walked off, "I'll never really understand that guy."
"Sometimes, I don't get why Shuichi loves him off so much," Hiro admitted, "But, he makes Shuichi happy and that's all that matters to me."
"'You can't help who you fall in love with'," K reminded, using the very same words Hiro had said to him.
Hiro smiled softly, "That's right." He ran his hand along the inside of K's thigh sensually.
K's dick twitched.
"Actually, I'm getting bored of fishing." Hiro offered naughtily, "Let's go find something else to do."
The fishing rod got left on the dock as they raced back to their cabin urgently. He laughed, his body budding with desire from the anticipation.
Slamming the door shut, they grabbed each other fiercely and kissed. But Hiro felt like playing, he pulled away from K and sat on the couch like he was the king of the castle.
"Strip for me," Hiro ordered mischievously, continuing the fun they'd started before Yuki interrupted.
Stopping short, K gawked at Hiro, "Say what?'" he questioned aghast. He laughed incredulously, "Why you little pervert."
Unfazed, Hiro said, "And don't be cheap about it. Touch yourself a little…mmm, yeah."
K howled with laughter, but it came to a halt quickly. The blonde swallowed thickly as Hiro brazenly began to touch himself, his hand down the front of his pants, massaging and sighing. "Geez, Hiroshi…you bring a grown man to his knees," K murmured enthralled, Hiro could be such a naughty boy.
Hiro just grinned at him.
"Alright then," K said, he grinned wickedly and began peeling off his holster, dropping it to the floor.
Hiro smiled, but he wanted one more thing. He rushed into one of the bedrooms and came out with his guitar. He resumed sitting and began to strum as K stood there unbuttoning his white shirt, smirking at him. This was so hot, Hiro thought. He had this tough blonde wrapped around his little finger and he was exploiting it for all its worth!
"Don't stop," Hiro encouraged, letting his eyes drink up the patches of naked skin that slowly got exposed. He wondered if K really knew how gorgeously built he was. Smooth, broad shoulders, lightly muscled chest, a flat, toned stomach. His eyes lowered to those abdominal lines that lead to… Hiro's groin twitched. K was looking down at his belt as he slowly unfastened it. He pushed down his pants and his underwear, bringing up each leg to pull off the pants.
Hiro's eyes landed on K's perfectly shaped, and fully erect bouncing woody. He licked his lips.
K, lost in his play with Hiro, enjoyed being center stage. He was enjoying as Hiro's eyes traveled over him. It was extremely exciting, such a turn on. Feeling desired for, he trailed his hands over his stomach, over his pectorals.
"So, hot…" the brunette whispered, agape.
Hiro then grinned mischievously and paused playing his guitar. He had an idea. He removed his own shirt and bent to pick up K's shirt off the floor. He slipped it on, and then he grabbed the holster and put that on too.
"Ooo, look at me, I'm you, playing the guitar," the brunette sang and twittered with amusement.
K blinked at him and then laughed heartily. Hiro looked so cute in his shirt and holster. Being caught up in the moment, K grabbed Hiro's bright, blue shirt and put it on. He also let his hair down. The 'Hiro' look wasn't complete unless his hair was wild and free.
Hiro was bent over laughing, "We're being so stupid." But it was fun! He got another idea and stood up to take the hair tie from K. With it he did up his own hair into a ponytail.
"Looking good," K said with approval. He plucked Hiro's guitar from him. And there in the middle of the livingroom K pretended to wail on the guitar.
The brunette laughed so much his sides hurt.
When he stopped he'd thought of something. "You know, it's not fair. You taught me all about your gun and I think it's only fair I show you how to play a basic chord. You're not even holding the guitar properly," Hiro whined, "You're left-handed right?"
K nodded.
"So, you should be holding it this way," Hiro told him and got up. He placed K's hands in the right places. This was his baby, "Shouldn't play with something if you don't know how to use it," he teased.
"Smart ass," K replied good-naturedly. He was content to listen to Hiro explain a little about the instrument. The brunette even showed him how to play a few chords, simple ones.
With that Hiro let K strum away for real this time. It brought a smile to Hiro's face, listening to the random chords bleating from his guitar. In a way it excited him the way it had excited K when he was using his gun. He hurried to remove his pants, so he could be as naked as K was. He purred and walked around K, running his hand over his bottom, squeezing it.
The guitar released a high pitch note at that.
The brunette chuckled and thought K had caught on quickly with the note placements. Hiro turned the tables and pulled out the magnum from the holster he was wearing. He was reminded of the tour bus and he licked the barrel seductively.
K gaped at Hiro, "Oh yeah!" He got to his knees like a rock star, leaning back on his legs, wailing on the guitar.
Hiro got to his own knees, giving the gun another lick.
They were so caught up in their own world that they were oblivious to the fact their cabin door creaked open.
"Hiro, why are you playing your guitar so…bad-ly," Shuichi stammered and gaped, he'd walked right in on his best friend and manager playing naughty dress-up. Hiro froze in mid-magnum-lick and K held a guitar over his nether regions.
"HIIIRROOO!!" Shuichi screamed loud enough for the whole park to hear.
Hiro could have died right then and there. He dropped the gun and pulled the ponytail out quickly. Remembering he wasn't wearing any pants, he covered himself quickly with his hands and looked at Shuichi, his face red as a beet.
Shuichi stood there like a deer caught in the headlights. His lips moved but he didn't speak for a moment, the whole situation still registering in his mind. Being fairly carefree, it didn't take him long before he started howling with laughter.
"I CAN'T BELIEVE IT! My best friend and our manager!" the pink-haired singer roared. He grinned like a fool. "K was the new person you mentioned in Kyoto... I admit I wondered about you two, so chummy and hanging out with each other all the time. I thought it was because of the mugging, but…"
K chuckled, imagining what they must look like at this very moment to Shuichi. It was a bit embarrassing, but not nearly as much as it was for Hiro. But geesh, he was half naked, "Ok Shuichi, soak it up and scoot already."
"Yeah right…" Shuichi drawled, "You guys keep this from me ALL this time and you expect me to just leave?" Shuichi plopped himself down on the couch leisurely, looking over at them.
"Oh! So many things make sense now! You guys had a big fight in Kyoto and that's why Hiro was so depressed," the overexcited Shuichi said knowingly. He went on recalling all the strange events he'd stumbled over, putting the pieces of the puzzle together.
Well, it was good that Shuichi wasn't taking this as badly as he might have thought. "Shuichi, maybe we could talk about it another time," offered Hiro, blushing and wishing he was wearing pants right now. Instead, he grabbed the blankets off the mattress nearby and wrapped himself up. He looked over at K who had just sat on the floor cross-legged, still using the guitar to cover himself.
Shuichi wasn't listening. He was enjoying their torture too much! He'd always wondered if Hiro was willing to actually play on both sides of the team. Hmm, but then his best friend was always reassuring him that it didn't matter who you fell in love with, that you just do. Obviously, Hiro practiced what he preached.
"HA! And K, you're such a liar! You gave me some line of bull that you were straight as an arrow. This is too much," Shuichi continued, smirking delightfully.
K shrugged. "Don't worry none of this will interfere with my duties as your manager," K added, feeling the need to point out his dedication to Bad Luck.
Shuichi jumped up and cried, "Are you kidding?! Hiro is happy, you're obliviously happy. I think it's cool! But, you could have just told me!" Shuichi cried, glaring at his best friend. He paused to let his eyes travel over their get-ups. "You're wearing each other's shirts." He whined, "I wish Yuki would play dress-up..."
Hiro and K blinked at each other. Their game was definitely over now, Shuichi was going to run back to Yuki and tell him everything. They groaned with the thought.
Shuichi saw their faces and relented, "Ah, alright, I'll leave you two alone. I'm just so floored!" He got up and headed to the door, but then he stopped and spun around, glowering at Hiro and K. "At dinner when K shot the curtain down and scared the shit out of us…you guys were playing footsie! Weren't you?!" Shuichi jumped between them and grabbed them by their scruffs and shook them both, "YOU TWO RUINED MY JOKE!"
Obviously, he hadn't forgotten about that.
Hiro tried to hold back a fit of giggles now, "I'm sorry, Shuichi," he said with mirth.
Shuichi let go of their collars. He got up and stood in the kitchen area.
"Why did you come here anyways? Isn't Yuki, wondering where you are?" questioned K.
"Yuki, is the one that told me to come over here…he told me to go hang out with Hiro," Shindou offered as another look of revelations came to his face. He gasped, "Yuki knew!"
Hiro and K sighed. It was bound to happen.
Damn that Yuki!
Suddenly Shuichi took on a defiant look; he narrowed his eyes on his manager. "You better treat my best friend well, don't make him sad again or I'll…I'll break all of your guns!" he threatened determinedly.
"Shuichi!" cried Hiro, a little embarrassed.
K was snickering at the little ball of pink fury. "I love Hiroshi too much to hurt him again. I'll protect him with my life," K said earnestly.
Hiro blushed hotter now, "Can we please stop talking about me..."
Shuichi ignored Hiro for a moment. "You…you love him?" His eyes went big and round, they welled with tears.
K blushed now, "I do."
Hiro groaned.
Shuichi clasped his hands together, "Aww! That's so cute! I never thought I'd hear K say he 'loves' anything." Satisfied, Shuichi grinned again and went over to flick Hiro's hair, "You know the ponytail was sort of cool."
"Get out of here!" growled Hiro in a brotherly way. Then he teased smugly, "Shuichi, I've got important guitar lessons to teach K here, do you mind?"
Screeching with naughty glee, Shuichi saluted his friend and ran out the door singing into the evening, "Hiroshi and K, sitting in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G!"
Hiro slumped forward, knocking his forehead softly on the floor. "I might need to kill with this gun after all," he moaned, he could still hear Shuichi singing throughout the campground, telling everyone with ears that he and K were together.
"My sediments exactly," K said.
Hiro stopped thumping his head and sat up.
K shrugged, "Oh well, that just means I can kiss and hug you anytime I want."
Hiro smiled. That was true. He reached over and took the guitar from K and placed it on the table. Then he crawled over and K scooped him up in a big warm hug. He sighed, "I'm glad Shuichi, wasn't mad at me."
K pet over Hiro's hair. "Why should he be mad in the first place? He understands better than anyone what love feels like. He wouldn't deny it for his best friend. It sucks though…that he had to walk in on this."
Hiro snickered partly from embarrassment. "He will never let me forget it," he said.
"No, probably not"
No one said very much on the rideback to the city the following day. For one they didn't really want to leave just yet, and another they all knew about K and Hiro's torrid love affair, thanks to Shuichi. But Hiro and K didn't care it they knew; it was a burden off of their shoulders. They didn't have to hide it, and everyone would just have to live with it. The only annoying thing was that Sakano and Suguru were wearing a constant blush and had a hard time making eye contact with them. And Shuichi would giggle each time they did anything remotely boyfriend'ish.
"So are you gonna move in together like me and, Yuki," Shuichi asked as they sped along the city highway.
"Shuichi…" K and Hiro groaned at the same time.
"Aww, don't be that way," Shuichi complained, "Finally, I have someone to relate with and you guys won't talk. No fair."
K and Hiro blushed. They hadn't discussed how they would live when they returned home.
But Hiro lightened the question, "I always had these images of what K's place would look like."
"Oh?" K asked, "I'm interested in hearing this."
"I imagined your place to be armed like a fort and that if I touched the wrong thing, I'd probably blow myself up," Hiro explained, fiddling with his drawstring on his hooded shirt.
K didn't think he could laugh any harder. "Then your impression is really off. See, I'm used to keeping my place clean and tidy. It's a drawback from having a young son. Besides, I keep my toys under lock and key," he finished, grinning like a Cheshire cat.
"So…there isn't anything that'd blow us up?" Hiro asked.
"Now, I didn't say there wasn't…"
Hiro gave a weak laugh.
Everyone else made a mental note to never enter K's place.
"You mentioned something's going on tonight. What is it?" Suguru asked, hoping to talk of anything except his friend's new relationship.
"When we get back we're going to a fundraiser for film students, part of the International Film Festival. It'll be a black-tie affair at some place on the lake, some five-star joint. There will be actors, musicians, directors, writers, everyone. It's a meet-and-greet really, a media circus. So be on your best behavior," K told them as they approached their hotel. He also took the opportunity to explain what else they would be doing. They had to get that music video done with Nittle Grasper and play at Lee's Palace tomorrow night.
Everyone nodded.
Situated back in the Metropolitan hotel everyone got ready for this evening's fundraiser party. K didn't bother getting his own room this time, there was no point.
And after a good fuck in the shower, Hiro and K got dressed.
"I hate wearing a monkey suit," complained Hiro, his hair still wet and cold on his back. He was pulling on a pair of pants.
"Hey, I have to wear a suit to work everyday, well, not a tuxedo, but still," K pointed out.
"But it seems a bit casual the way you wear it," Hiro claimed, trying to figure out how to do his confounded bow-tie.
"I guess so."
The blond came over and fixed the bow-tie that was on the verge of strangling him, "Thanks, Claude."
K smiled at Hiro for that, "No problem."
In the mirror, Hiro inspected K's perfect bow-tie job.
Everyone met downstairs in the lobby and filed into a white, stretch limo that was waiting for them. They didn't have far to go, since the place was down alongside the lake, an old part of Toronto's history, where the big money hung out.
Ten minutes later, the limo pulled up to a red carpet that led to a glass set of doors.
Bad Luck was greeted by a doorman who also opened the glass-paneled entrance. "Welcome to the Palais Royale."
Up a few steps, it brought them to a podium where a girl took their names. She checked a list and gave them directions to the bar and ballroom, which was on the other side of the wall behind her. They walked past cream leather couches, up three carpeted steps and into a huge room. Soft lighting perfected the mood here. Soft purple lights, illuminated the bar area and in the middle of the room was a circular wooden dance floor. To the right was a small stage, very open and very intimate with the crowd. At the moment a lively jazz band was playing. Across the ballroom were tables adorned with the most delicious looking food.
The people inside this place made it shine even more. Hundreds of people dressed to the nines, men in tuxes and women in sparkly dresses and even outrageous high fashion.
Bad Luck was taken aback by the splendor.
But Yuki had no problem fitting in here; he quickly grabbed himself a glass of champagne that was offered by a hostess. A moment later someone recognized him and came over.
"Yuki Eiri, the famous novelist? Honored to meet the man behind your award winning books," a woman in a pink dress gushed and added, "I own a publishing company downtown, I admire your work." She nudged him, "So romantic."
Yuki nodded his thanks and took her hand; he placed a kiss on it. The woman simply giggled and floated off to tell another woman what just happened.
Shuichi thread his arm through Yuki's after that, but he knew how woman acted about Yuki's books. It made him happy, but he also had to stake his claim. "Where's the stars at?" he wondered aloud, stealing a glass of champagne.
Sakano, who was fidgeting with his tie replied, "These people are all somebody's. But mostly we're here to get noticed by the media. Sometimes that's all it is."
"Yea, so just enjoy the party," K told the singer, who was guzzling down some champagne. "Better slow down on that stuff too," K warned. Last thing he wanted was Shuichi creating a scene under such scrutiny.
"Aye, aye captain," Shuichi remarked in English, something he'd learned from T.V today.
Everyone laughed.
Hiro stayed with K, but everyone else wandered somewhere around here. He noticed a few famous actors, actresses. But he didn't know much about this North American scene. But a photographer knew who he was and the guy snapped his picture. Eventually they all ran into the rest of their group where another person took a group photo. K, Sakano or Yuki translated when someone asked Bad Luck some questions. It wasn't as hard as they thought, being plunged into this English speaking world. It was working, they were what you call, networking.
But as the night began to wind down, K and Hiro stood outside on the patio to have a cigarette. They sipped some champagne, looking over the moonlit lake. In the distance the breaker was lined with noisy birds. As Hiro looked out over the scenery, K turned to admire his Hiroshi all decked out in his handsome tux.
Hiro felt K's eyes on him and gave him a quick peck on the lips.
"Claude?" suddenly questioned a woman with a high-pitched, incredulous voice.
The two men turned towards the voice and K's eyes shot open.
"Judy!"
The woman with medium length blonde hair, all wavy and curled; wearing a shockingly silver high cut dress eyed her former husband with narrowed eyes. "Were you just kissing…" she found her composure, "…I see you've found yourself a boy toy, Claude," she looked at the handsome younger man standing next to ex-husband, "Careful honey, he might choose his gun over you," she warned.
Whoa! This was Judy! But Hiro only blinked at the crass tone of her voice. All he heard was the words boy toy and gun. He frowned.
"I see you haven't changed at all," K said, sipping his champagne coolly.
"It's tough being a Hollywood star," she sighed dramatically and laughed.
Hiro watched, and he could tell by her body language that she was a real piece of work. Ego radiated from her, confidence. She had a loud laugh. Were all American's so noisy?
"Honey, here's your…drink," came another familiar voice as a tall, handsome man with short, dark hair approached. His eyes widened.
"Ark?" K's eyes narrowed this time, brows stitching together in a puzzled frown. Who was he calling, 'honey'?
"Yea that's right, Claude. I'm with Ark, now," Judy said grinning and sipping her drink.
Hiro just watched the drama unfold, wordlessly. He knew who Ark was; K had told him about him on their holiday. And by the looks of it, Ark really did seem to be with Judy in a more personal way. Quickly he looked at K who seemed nonplussed about it.
"I thought you didn't care for, Ark that way," K asked. He drained his glass and grabbed another roughly from a waiter nearby.
"Claude, don't overreact," pleaded Ark, his brown eyes shinning. He hated scenes and Claude was damn famous for stirring up trouble!
K sighed, so it was really true. The man that had saved his life, his best friend, his boot camp buddy…was now shacked up with his ex-wife. Hrmph, he should have seen this coming. As he told Hiro just recently, Ark loved Judy off for as long as he's known.
Still it was surprising to actually see it.
K held up his hands and said, "Screw it…you're my best friend, just be happy alright?" he said, making Judy's mouth drop open in surprise.
Ark gave a brief smile, relieved.
Best friends hugged each other, clapping one another on the back. They wouldn't let a woman get in the way of their friendship.
Hiro was surprised to see K now hugging Ark. What just happened?
Feeling as if he was leaving Hiro out of the loop, K introduced him, "Ark, this is Hiroshi Nakano, guitarist for Bad Luck."
"His boy-friend. I saw them kiss," Judy tossed in for the element of surprise.
Ark's eyebrows rose and K turned crimson. Did she have to put it that way so blatantly? But K had nothing to hide; there was nothing to be ashamed of. He said, "That's right."
"Damn…what did they do to you in Japan?" Ark asked jokingly and blushed.
K laughed. "Oh, get over it…it's not that big of a deal. You're lucky I'm not taking pot shots at you for messing with my ex-wife, there is a code among men and you know it."
"Hrmph," went Ark, "You'd be lucky if any of your shots landed on target, I'm still pretty quick you know," he retorted. "So, have you always swung that way or have I just never noticed?"
"Don't worry. I never defiled you while you slept or anything," K said sarcastically. "Anyways, I'm still way faster than you," bragged the blonde.
Ark scoffed, "Yeah right. Dream on, Claude…I can still kick your ass," his friend countered.
"Oh for the love of god," Judy groaned, "Give it a rest, why do you two always get like this everytime we're around each other."
"He started it!" both Ark and K cried, pointing a finger in each other's direction.
Judy rolled her eyes.
"Anyways, I talked to Michael the other day. I'm coming down to visit soon," K told Judy. He explained to Hiro what he was saying. "I'm bringing Hiro with me and the rest of Bad Luck. I'll switch the tour dates around."
"If that's what you want," Judy said. "Just behave yourselves around, Michael," she warned her former husband and eyed Hiro.
K looked at her incredulously, "I'm not stupid you know."
Judy scoffed.
K had had enough. It was nice seeing his old friend, but he also just wanted to make some distance between them. He told them he'd be seeing them soon and that he had to get back to work. K practically grabbed Hiro by the arm and dragged him off.
"Sorry about that," K said to Hiro, he felt he'd put him in a tough place back there. "Judy just pisses me off sometimes…"
"Don't worry about it," Hiro replied, he really didn't know what else to say.
When Bad Luck declared they were ready to leave, K let them all get into the limo, but he stayed behind with Hiro. They decided to walk back to the hotel. K wanted the fresh air and the exercise. He needed to work off the tension from the evening.
A/N: Haha I loved this chapter, it still makes me laugh. Although not Judy. It's funny but when I wrote her into this fic I hadn't read the Manga yet. So I really had no idea what she was like. I think I got her pretty well for not seeing her character from the books. Anyways, in my eyes Ark was like K's best friend, although, in the manga they fight all the time and bicker like children. I personally think it's all because of Judy and because they are just that way...though they are friends and they keep it a secret. I dunno if any of that just made sense lol. Anyways, this story is almost coming to an end. There is a couple more chapters and then I'll post Part 2. Wee! The next chapter is just a lemon...I debated on whether or not to post it...but it was one chapter I was really proud about XD
Anywho thanks guys for reading and for your comments!! Much Love!
