Title: Discordant Harmony
Chapter Twenty-One: Under the Same Gray Sky
"It's time to go, Aizawa. I will call Raito-kun at a later point in time. Please," L turned to look back at Raito's form as he began to enter the car, that perpetually empty gaze giving him the once over rather annoyingly, "do not attempt to contact me before then."
Raito blankly gazed at a stain that lay on the (unsanitary) table of the shady restaurant he now resided, a cup of black, sugarless coffee sitting beside him untouched.
Was it sad that he already missed the big pervert?
'You are such a little bitch. What's it been, two hours? If that?!'
'Shut up, you ass-hole.'
'Oh, aren't you a tough guy, calling yourself an ass-hole. Would you like some bravado with that crazy?'
'Hm… you are an entity onto yourself, you know that? A dumb-ass entity, but an entity nonetheless.'
'And Mc-Crazy was his name-o…'
Raito tuned himself out, trying to pull his thoughts together before he finally went off the deep end and start acting like Mikami of all people.
Raito shuddered, managing to creep himself out without even trying to.
'Now for that, I should just bitch slap myself in the face…'
Raito actually thought about it-
'Nah. My gorgeous face is too sexy to hit.'
Only to discard the thought a second later.
Truthfully, the young man didn't know how to react to the sudden departure of his raven haired lover, considering he was the one that was usually doing the exiting. In fact, Raito was down right dumbfounded by the situation.
'But, he probably won't keep me waiting for too long, right?' Raito rested his arms on the table as doubts began to bubble up in the back of his mind. Mahogany eyes gazed blankly at the scene in front of them; couples eating together, couples smiling at each other, couples kissing each other, and…
Oh shit.
Raito's eyes widened as strangely explicit images conjured themselves up within his head as he turned his head and stared down at the stained tabletop.
Now who was the sexually depraved one?
'Two hours. I repeat, two hours. You seriously need some counseling.'
Raito wouldn't disagree with that one.
"Yagami-kun!"
Raito blinked out of his reverie as a pair of dark brown eyes encased his vision, a goofy smile making him cringe in horror.
"Matsuda…"
Oh, if only Raito could get rid of all the buffoons that surrounded him.
What a happy man he would be.
"Aw… Yagami-kun looks so depressed." Matsuda pouted as he plopped onto the chair next to the moody artist, waving a waiter over so that he could order. "I haven't seen you act this way since you met-"
"Could we please not bring… him up?" Raito sputtered out, gripping the coffee cop now cradled within his hands rather tightly. "I already have a headache just by seeing you today, letting alone opening up that crazy can of worms."
"Alright." Matsuda agreed rather quickly, a concerned look etching itself across his face. Raito grunted as the manager began speaking about… something.
Raito didn't really pay attention to Matsuda when he spoke, especially when he was already in an agitated enough mood.
"Blah, blah, blah, whatever, whatever, whatever, pie is yummy, yadda, yadda, yadda, I'm not getting laid, does Yagami-kun know anybody that is available? Oh, yay, pie!"
As much as Raito hated to admit it, that was pretty much the gist of it, 99 percent of the time.
The chocolate eyed artist sighed as Matsuda yammered on, thinking back how crappy his day was turning out to be once again.
L quickly slammed the phone shut and turned to Raito with a blank stare, actually managing to creep the man out more than usual without being his perverted self. "I apologize, but it seems that there is something that needs my immediate attention, Raito-kun."
'Needs his immediate attention, huh?' The 23-year-old kept his eyes on the coffee cup in front of them, his mind on another planet. 'I guess I've got to respect his need for privacy. Don't want to be one of those overbearing boyfriends that stalks them and leaves weird notes on their doors.'
Once again, Mikami came into his mind unbidden as Raito suppressed another shiver.
He really needed to get some new fans.
"What do you think, Yagami-kun?" Matsuda gave Raito an expectant look as the young man blinked, his attentions once again focused in on his manager.
"Whatever you say, Matsuda."
And that was all Raito said before he laid down his money and got up from his chair. "I've got to get going now-"
"But we've only talked for five minutes?!"
"And that's five minutes I'll never be able to get back, thanks. I'll see you later, alright? Anything else we can discuss over the phone."
The anxious manager watched his client silently leave the restaurant in a daze, barely noticing the other people around him.
"Yagami-kun… I hope you're ok."
He then proceeded to eat some pie.
Raito sighed as he sat down on one of the many benches the park he was residing had to offer and stared up at the darkening sky.
Three hours…
And no phone calls to show for it.
'Oh fucking hell, if this keeps up, I think I'm going to go crazy.'
"Yagami Raito?"
A feminine voice tinkled within his ears, familiarity sparking almost immediately afterwards.
"Wait…" Raito blinked a woman of medium height, short dark hair twirled over dark brown eyes smiled down at him. "Takada Kiyomi, right? We used to have Lit. class together in college."
"You remembered! I didn't think you would, considering how absorbed you were in all your classes." The young woman giggled as she calmly sat down, the picture perfect example of normality.
Raito almost forgot what normal actually looked like.
"It's been awhile since college…" Kiyomi smiled over at the artist, before pausing her reminiscence and frowning. "Is something the matter? You look kind of…"
"Like crap?"
"Well… yeah."
Raito grinned as he leaned back on the bench and soaked up the dying sun's rays. "I've just had a lot on my mind, is all."
"You mean after being out-ed on national television?"
"… … … WHAT?!"
"Er.."
"What do you mean by that?!"
"Uh…" Kiyomi shifted uncomfortably as Raito's eyes widened to the point of falling out, his mouth down to the grassy floor. "It's been all over the news. 'Police chief's artist son is a total fruitcake.' I believe is what they've been saying. I haven't reported on it, but-"
"I think… I'm going crazy. Yes, that must be it. Crazy."
"It's not that bad, really!"
"People are calling me a fruitcake, and who knows what the hell else! I think that's bad enough as it is, thanks! Dear sweet mother of all that's good in this world, what if my father sees a broadcast like that?!"
Meanwhile… in the Yagami Household…
"WWWWWWWWWWWHHHHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAATTTTTTTT??"
Sachiko sighed as she continued to wash the dishes, her husband glued to the front of the television as he brought the sound up fifteen notches.
"You heard it here first, folks. Yagami Raito, up and coming artist and son of Police Chief, Yagami Soichirou, has been rumored to be a complete fruit basket of gayness! The rumors began in Tokyo National Museum, where Yagami Raito has his newest collection of artistry posted for all to see. Apparently, patrons within the gallery heard him speaking of kinky gay sex and orgies over his cell phone, igniting the fire of questions towards his translucent sexual-"
"GOD DAMN YOU, TELEVISION AND NEWS CREW! GOD DAMN YOU TO HELL!!"
The exasperated wife simply sighed as she continued to wash dishes, ignoring the spastic yells coming from her living room.
She dreaded to think what her poor son was going to do once her husband got a hold of him.
"I am so screwed up the ass."
"Ah, apparently from what they're saying, you already have-"
"Ok, I get that enough from my boyfriend. Don't need that from you too."
Kiyomi smiled sympathetically as she stood up and brushed her immaculate suit off. "Well, at least now you're prepared, right? And maybe your boyfriend won't mind being in the public eye!"
Raito sweat dropped.
'Yeah, the famous anonymous artist who goes by who knows how many pseudonyms really won't mind being attacked by random strangers and, from what I'm guessing, getting his picture taken continuously by paparazzi if this really gets crazy. He'll be so excited.'
"Yeah… maybe."
"Oh, I'm sorry to have to have been the one to break the news to you, Yagami-kun. I have to get going now, but was really nice seeing you!" Kiyomi waved as she began to walk off in the opposite direction she had come from. "Good luck with everything…?"
The artist smiled as genuinely as he could, half-heartedly returning the wave. The brunette's eyes once again gained a far away look to them as he thought back on his crazy day.
'Thanks. If things keep going like this, I have feeling I'm going to need it.'
Two Weeks Later…
Raito sniffled as he scooped out another helping of Ben & Jerry's ice cream (L loves this brand of damn ice cream! Stupid ass…) and brought it to his lips, not even daring to look at how many calories he was downing with each spoonful.
Though, the five empty tubs scattered around the couch, along with the empty soda bottles and Twinkie wrappers might've been a testament to that as well.
"You jack ass!" Raito screamed at the TV, his fist flying into the air in a flurry of fury, disrupting the mountain of blankets scattered around his cocooned body. "You left your baby's mama alone for two years and then expect for her to welcome you back home with open arms?! SHE HAD YOUR BABY! YOUR BBBBAAAABBBBYYYY!"
A woman's sobbing was heard over the artist's wails as he shoved another spoonful of delicious ice cream into his mouth, tears gathering at the corner of his eyes.
"POR QUE, JÈSUS? POR QUE?!"
"Men are ass-holes…" Raito muttered, not acknowledging the penis between his own legs as he nodded continuously. "Big ass-holes..."
Before Raito get back to his ranting-o-uke-ness, a banging began reverberating throughout his apartment. Without even blinking, the young man covered himself with his blankets and quickly turned off TV, ignoring the steady… knocking at his door.
"RAITO?!"
BAM!
BAM!
BAM!
"RAITO, OPEN THIS DAMN DOOR RIGHT NOW, MISTER!"
"Go away!"
"Fuck you, fan boy! Open the damn door and stop being such a pussy!"
"Well fuck you too! That's why God hates you, God hates your dog and God hates your stupid hair cut that is so last season!"
"You didn't!"
"I did!"
"Fine!"
"Fine!"
Thinking he had won the battle, Raito re-emerged from his shelter of blankets, sticking another glob of delicious ice cream into his pouty mouth.
SLAM!
"HA-HA!"
CRASH!
Ice Cream Spill of Doom!
"Damn it, Sayu!"
"Kiss the key-rings, bitch!" Sayu shook her key chain in front of Raito's face as he stared at her rather awkwardly, the silence stretching for a couple of strained seconds.
"…"
"…"
"…"
"Yeah, that was pretty stupid, wasn't it?"
"I didn't think it needed to be said."
"Well, fuck a cow side ways and call me Chevy Chase."
"What?"
"Just shut up and listen, oh Prince of Douche Bagginess."
Sayu strolled into the apartment, flicking her hair back as if she owned the place. Raito pitifully buried himself within his blankets once more, sluggishly blinking back the glower that seemed to be permanently attached to his face.
"Raito, get out of there and listen to what I have to say."
"No."
"Onii-chan, I'm asking nicely."
"No. This is my fortress of solitude. Now go back to your swamp, She-thing."
"You're being so immature, Raito."
"Don't care."
"I'm sure he has a good reason for not calling you, Raito."
"For two weeks?!"
"Ok, that is a bit… extreme. But I seriously think that something's going down."
"That he doesn't want me to know about."
"I-"
"He doesn't trust me."
"I'm sure-"
"He secretly hates my personality."
"Raito-"
"I bet he was just in it for the ass. I damn my ass in all its sexiness! Why can't I ever seem to just get one of the good ones?! Who aren't crazy and perverted… and sexy."
"Onii-"
"Really sexy. And did I mention really good in be-"
"RAITO!"
"Can't you just let me stew in peace, Sayu?"
"No. Now, I know he told you not to 'try to contact him,' but have you tried calling his house at this point?"
"Yes. No one answers."
"His cell phone?"
"Called and text. Nothing."
"Went to his house?"
"The staff says he refuses to see me until a different appointed time."
"Really?"
"Yes."
"… … … … what an ass-hole."
"Exactly."
Sayu plopped down next to the immobile mound of Raito-ness and poked him in, what she was guessing was, his stomach.
No response.
She poked him again.
Still no response.
"Raito, I have an idea. Now don't make me poke you again."
The artist stayed silent for one more moment before slowly poking his head out and eyeing the young woman beside him.
"I'm listening."
"I think," Sayu began, twirling a piece of hair between her fingers. "You need to forget about Ryuuzaki for one night and just have fun."
"Oh God, please don't tell me-"
"YES! GIRLS (and Raito) NIGHT OUT!"
The russet haired young man sweat dropped as he slowly backed away from his sister as far as he could in fright and shook his head.
"Sayu…"
"Raito, you have done all you can to try get this man to realize that you only want to help him, less of being some crazed stalker! (Like Mikami, but less creepy!)" Sayu jumped off the couch and struck a dramatic pose, pointing at Raito in righteousness. "It's not fair that you get stuck sitting here, moping, while he's doing God knows what! You need a life!"
"Sayu-"
"You need excitement!"
"Sayu-"
"You need a pair of hands on that body at all times, getting your automatic freak on!"
"Wah?"
"You need someone to rock the boat and go with the commotion of the locomotion!"
"You're starting to freak me out, Sayu."
"Well… you get the point and that's all that matters."
The youngest Yagami pulled out her cell phone and dialed a number, smirking in delight as Raito flinched in fear.
"Misa, get your shit together!" Sayu yelled into the phone, ignoring the squeal heard on the other line. "We're taking Raito out for a good time!"
'Oh God, don't do this to me…'
"C'mon, Raito! We're gonna sex you up by the end of the night!"
"But-"
"If Ryuuzaki wants to ignore you then dole out the same treatment, and ten-fold! Come, mush my older brother! Mush!"
Sayu hefted to young man up (Jesus, was she Hercules?! Raito thought to himself) and pulled him onto his room and locked the door.
In the midst of all the chaos, neither noticed Raito's cell phone, which lay on the coffee table across from the couch, light up and begin vibrating; the name 'Ryuuzaki' shining on the small screen.
"It's too late to apologize… it's too late… I said, it's too late to apologize… it's too late…"
Oh, if only L had called earlier…
"It's too late…"
"Gah! Get that eyeliner away from eyes, damn it!"
He could have spared Raito a whole lot of pain that night.
Disclaimer: I do not own "Apologize" by OneRepublic, which is actually a song I do like. And now, I hopefully have the song stuck in all of your heads. Mwahahahahaha!
I promised angst, and yet I did not deliver. Woe. But I'm sure you guys will enjoy this just a bit more. The angst is officially on hold. Lol! Next chapter shall bring a whole new meaning to the word clubbing. XD Thanks to Kitsune55 for beta-ing, and thanks to you guys for reading! See ya soon!