Guardian Gates: Fretfully Exasperated
Disclaimer: Dis- is a prefix which is close to "not", and claim means "to own", so to y'all dumb lawyers out there who don't know your own language very well, this is what I'm tellin' ya. "I do not own." All righty?
Warnings: DUCK!
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"Arigatou gozaimasu, we will be sure to come back soon!" A spiky brown-haired man yelled over his shoulder as he wrapped an arm around his companion's waist, a dark blonde woman with a short pixie cut. A slight bulge protruded out from her belly and the couple looked at it happily. They walked out of the nicely furnished lobby and out onto the street, where they were cut short by another man. He was of a below average height, small frame, and flaming red hair that seemed to make the smirk on his face even more devilish. The color from the couple's faces drained immediately.
"Konnichiwa, Takeshi, Mio. Wonderful day, ne?" The man said in a casually light voice.
The brunette known as Takeshi coughed a few times before spluttering, "Ahem, uh, yes-s, it's a very nic-c-ce day. What a s-surprise to s-s-see you here, Dai-s-s-suke!" Mio gripped his arm tightly with one hand, and she bit her lip slightly.
"Hai, it is. It's just as nice as the day when you conned me out of my own home." Takeshi and Mio were uneasy. Why was Daisuke talking so nonchalantly?
Mio spoke first. "You know, Daisuke, we were panicked. We didn't know what to do. There wasn't any choice for us."
Daisuke smiled kindly and replied. "Well, there wasn't any choice for you. You'd do anything for your child. If I'm not mistaken, you practically jumped at the idea when Takeshi concocted it. No forethought at all."
At this point, the blonde woman blushed, and nodded. "I didn't really think about it at all."
"But your husband, on the other hand, did. If he was a good friend, he wouldn't have done that." Daisuke continued to speak, with the manner of an experienced lawyer in a mildly easy court case. "Takeshi has always enjoyed the most drastic route possible. He had fun with the plan. Didn't you, Takeshi?" There was a lot of coughing and hacking from the brunette. "By the way, Mio, did you know he watches porn when you're not around? I found it all on my TV when I came home."
"WHAT?!" Mio's eyes bulged and Takeshi's coughing and hacking increased in volume by a decibel or two.
Daisuke smiled cheerily. "You know, Girls Gone Wild, Playboy, and all those other ones that are even more graphic and it disturbs me so much that I dare not utter their names. That kind of stuff." It felt liberating to exact revenge.
"Takeshi, is this true?" The blonde looked at her husband, looking for any sign that Daisuke was lying. But all she saw was a guilty puppy face. Her look of desperation quickly turned into one of anger. "You promised me you stopped when we got married! How could you look at such disgusting, vulgar, horrifying, garbage? I can't believe it!"
"Well, maybe if we did it more often I wouldn't have to just watch it!" Takeshi snapped.
Suddenly, without warning, Mio began to sob. "Am I not good enough, Takeshi? Is it because I'm pregnant? Or because I'm not as skilled as those girls you watch? I'm just a piece of garbage that you pity!" Takeshi was just about to give his wife a comforting hug when she burst into a fit of anger again. Daisuke smiled and just turned in the opposite direction.
The best way to get revenge at your ex-best friend is to set his pregnant, mood-swing prone, wife on him.
It was a very nice day, indeed.
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Meanwhile, Satoshi ran his hand through his hair and Krad rubbed his temples with long fingers in frustration, pacing back and forth. The studio buzzed in an uneasy silence. The cameramen and the sound crew waited, fidgeting. The cast, most especially the prima donna-like ones, were crossing their arms and demanding to know the full situation from their managers, who explained in hushed whispers as to not attract the notice of one sky-blue haired producer and one golden-eyed manager.
"He was supposed to be here an hour ago…"
"They've called him repeatedly…"
"We'll be sure to get our people on that matter, sirs…"
Dark was late.
It was funny, Krad thought, that Dark was the center of attention and he wasn't even there. Dark was always the center of attention. Krad was never jealous, no, he would rather work in the background, controlling everything like a master puppeteer. Krad enjoyed control a lot more than he would enjoy fame, although he still he had the occasional fan club. Oddly enough, those fan clubs were usually a joint work with a Satoshi fan club. The public seemed to like the idea of the two together. Golden eyes glanced at the producer. Satoshi Hiwatari was handsome, intelligent, and sarcastic. Krad was, according to the world's norms, handsome, intelligent, and sarcastic. Their many similarities was what the world saw.
But, there were many differences as well. Satoshi was stoic and serious in nature, but he was very soft-spoken in the way he handled conversations. Krad was rather amiable, but he tended to be very loud and crude when something bothered him. The manager was glad not many people knew that little fact because Krad had been cursing an awful lot lately, most especially when the blue-eyed man was nearby. If a fan club somehow managed to piece the fact that Krad was boorish when he was nervous and the fact that he was very unsophisticated around Satoshi…well, Dark definitely wouldn't be the center of attention for a while.
Speaking of Dark…where was that attention-seeking rascal, anyway?
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Said attention-seeking rascal was not, contrary to all the rumors, dying in a hospital in a clandestine location nor was he having raucous sex with Japan's hottest actresses and actors at another undisclosed location. The truth in reality was that Dark Mousy was…
Sleeping in.
Yes, sometimes the truth is much more unbelievable than all the lies. The very idea of Dark just sleeping into the afternoon was an extremely crazy one, considering he had a reputation from the tabloids for doing the most outrageous things, like supposedly having a four- or five-some at some party a few years back. Dark never denied or confirmed the rumor, so the general public took it to be true. The truth was in fact, that it happened. But it was a foursome, not five. Well technically, it was two couples who happened to be in the same room and the more dominant ones decided to switch partners every now and then in the dark.
The violet-haired man didn't have go to bed late, but he did fall asleep late. After Daisuke had finally managed to pin him to the ground and draw an expert representation of a Rolex watch, the two went to their respective rooms, changed, and went to bed. For Dark though, the gap between the time he got into his large bed and the time he fell asleep was a very long gap. He spent hour upon hour thinking about his redhead roommate, although he tried to unsuccessfully think about his character in the movie he was working on. Something about their evening together made Dark think. All night, despite his best efforts, Dark couldn't get Daisuke Niwa to leave his mind alone. By the time sleep had captured the actor in its clutches, Dark had memorized every fine detail of the artist, from his brilliant ruby red hair to his very pale little toes. Dark had fallen asleep at about five, the typical time he would wake up and go for a run. It was now eleven o'clock, four hours since Dark was supposed to have arrived at the set. But there he was in his bed, waking from his slumber.
Violet eyes stared blankly at the ceiling, trying to find some answer to all of his questions in the intricate patterns. But there were none, and there would be. There never would be some sort of book with all one needed to live a perfect life, so people have to find out on their own. Life was so much harder this way, but of course, so much more entertaining. Finding answers to questions was pretty much made up all of life. Questions like:
Where should I live?
Why am I living like this?
What am I willing to do for the ones I love?
When will I get my chance at success?
Who is the one I love most?
Most of the time, the answer one wanted was not pleasing. So people spend their lives searching, seeking, in hunt of the "right" answer. Dark sighed, brushed his thick locks out of his face, and rolled himself to the edge of the bed. Unfortunately, he estimated the distance between him and the edge a little more than he should have and came crashing to the ground with a loud thump.
"Uggghhhh…" he groaned as he pulled himself off of the floor. Trudging slowly to the bathroom, Dark turned on the faucet and rinsed his face rigorously. The murkiness that occupied his mind quickly went into the drain, leaving a sense of clarity. He continued to wash his hands, but stopped as he saw the "Rolex" Daisuke had generously given him. The violet-eyed man continued but took care not to get any water on the drawing. Afterwards, he went downstairs into the kitchen, hoping to spend the rest of the day stuffing his face and napping.
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Daisuke had been wandering around the shopping district all day, browsing with no intention of buying. He blithely ignored the tempting calls of the merchants, trying to get the redhead to buy their wares. It was almost dusk when the artist felt a tingling in the back of his mind and so he looked up. A mop of hair, a distinct crystal blue, was moving around at a brisk pace. Daisuke completely forgot about the paintbrushes he had actually considered buying and tore off towards the blunette. He ran after for a few blocks finally putting in a sprint and shouting,
"Hiwatari-kun!"
The figure Daisuke had been pursuing turned around. "Niwa-kun? Daijoubu desu ka? " he asked when he saw that Daisuke was red in the face.
"Hai!" Daisuke gasped. When he finally got some air back into his system he asked, "What are you doing here, Hiwatari-kun?"
"Someone failed to come to work today, someone who is very important to the movie, and we didn't have much to do without him so I called it off today. Hopefully he'll come tomorrow."
Daisuke, trying to be understanding, managed an, "Oh. I'm sorry to hear that."
Satoshi cleared his throat and adjusted his glasses. "Let's not talk about my day. I'm walking to the Italian restaurant nearby; would you like to accompany me, Niwa-kun? Unless you're too busy, that is."
"No, I'm not busy! I'd be glad to—" At that moment, Daisuke's phone rang. He sighed, already knowing who it was.
I knew I shouldn't have brought my cell phone.
"Yes?"
"Daaaiiiiii-chan! I'm hungry!"
"Don't call me that. There's some food I made in the fridge. Besides, you know how to cook."
"But I don't feel like eating what you made and I don't want to cook!"
Daisuke sighed in exasperation. "Fine. Bye." He turned to look at Satoshi. "Gomen ne, Hiwatari-kun. I have to go home. Could we reschedule dinner for another time?"
"Of course." Satoshi nodded. "Would you like me to accompany you home? It is getting rather dark out."
Daisuke looked up. The sky was turning from a golden brown to a deep blue. He hadn't noticed how much time had passed since he had left Takeshi with Mio that morning. Hiwatari-kun with him wouldn't be such a bad idea; he had an intimidating presence although he was rather thin, but he was a great comfort to Daisuke. He smiled, grabbed a pale hand, and took off running towards home.
Satoshi was surprised Daisuke had pulled on his hand. No one was ever comfortable around Satoshi to do so. He nearly tripped, but Daisuke was ahead and didn't notice. The manager smiled a very genuine smile (Daisuke didn't notice that either) and just ran after the redhead.
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UWAH! I'm so pathetic. It's been like two months and I come out with this measly little thing of a chapter. I'm so sorry. –sigh-
Basketball's over, and we were ranked third in our district! Woo! I think that's pretty good, considering we lost three of our best players since they felt like a league team would be better for them.
I saw History of the World Part I again a few days ago on TV. I haven't seen that movie in years. Surprisingly, it's still as crudely humorous as it was when I first saw it.
"It's good to be the king." -snicker-
I will make an oath. My next update will be in less than a month, hopefully between two to three weeks.
Sorry once again!
Ja ne,
Vi