Ch.2: First Date
Only one thing crossed his mind, repeating itself over and over in his mind until he
couldn't stand it: why was he there? Why was he there anyways, standing in front of a
tiny little café, dressed back in whatever clothes Manx had given him, and feeling
incredibly guilty? For the first time in a long, long time, butterflies fluttered around in
circles. He hadn't felt the feeling in so long...it was still when the 4 members of WeiB
were still together. He had been dating Yuriko back then, but Fate had tugged its strings
and he had ended up here, in front of a little café at 8:00 for a date. Dressed in girl's
clothes. Nervous, jumpy. It seemed he and Yuriko had switched; he was now a girl.
He had tried. Really, he did. He had tried to make Youji forget about him, or her,
whatever Youji thought he was. But he had failed miserably. After all, persuasion was
never his forte. And Youji's forte was women. That was him. At least, he was trying to
act like one. A little more rationed though. At least he didn't faun over him. But all had
failed, and he had gone to the limits of his patience to make Manx stop chuckling and hand
over some clothes. He obviously couldn't get the clothes anywhere else.
He pushed open the door, and it seemed, for a moment, that the warm air that blew
through the vent above the door blew away all his worries as well. He would play the part
alright. It wasn't the end of the world yet. And even if Youji did find out, it still
wasn't the end of the world even then. But this couldn't go on forever. Lies, all lies,
they were. He had told Youji (as a boy) that he would be out of town and touring with the
soccer team. It was partly true, and he would be staying out of town, but only for a day.
This proved to be a good excuse. Ken told his friend that it was for 2 weeks, due to the
fact that he just wanted to 'get away from it all' and visit some people; fool around for a
bit.
Youji had suspected nothing. If the blonde did, he didn't show it.
He was already there when he got there. A table near the back, his back turned.
His head turned as he entered, still clad in his girly clothes, and the waitress immediately
knew where to take him. She showed him (or her, whichever you prefer) to the other seat,
but even before Ken could say a word, Youji turned to the waitress girl and began to flirt.
The waitress girl, obviously noting that there was nothing wrong with Youji teasing her,
took the bait and began to talk with him. Ken turned a deep red, but then realized that he
would have to stand it. It was just the way it was. Perhaps Youji was even testing him, to
see if he reacted. Perhaps he already knew it was Ken. But one way or the other, Ken was
angry, now. Youji had invited a girl (him) on a date, and now he was there, flirting with
the waitress. But he held his temper, only once glancing behind him to find a path to the
door, then turned back, face calm and unembarrassed. After the waitress left, he smiled
that stupidly shy way he did the first time, his head ducked down in an attempt to hide
bitter tears, and murmured something about the restroom. He took his wallet, everything,
the coat, the purse, and walked as dignified as he could to the bathroom, making sure that
it was the one labeled "Girls" not "Boys". He flung open the door with a vengeance, but his
anger faded once he entered and met cold white walls. Not minding if someone came in, he
slunk against the wall, his palms pressed against the cool surface, and sat there, just for
a moment. He could almost see Youji, still trying to wait for him, or for the waitress. He
couldn't tell, but it was probably the latter. He buried his head into his hands, but
didn't cry. The tears wouldn't come.
He got up. He had to get out of there, and fast. He couldn't stand looking at
Youji another time, or he would break down. Him, a guy dressed as a girl, would break down.
But this wasn't the time for it. He would break down in his room, back at home. He hated
leaving his friend like this, but he realized that this would solve everything, and he
wouldn't have to tell Youji anything. Tachibana Tamiko would just be a memory. All the
better.
He opened the door with resolve, his hands almost white against the steely metal,
and he calmed his face into a neutral expression. Vaguely, he thanked Wei? for teaching
him that; masks were there for you to wear, and even though it took a great effort to make
sure it didn't slip off, he was more than glad to make sure it didn't come off this time.
He had to get out of the restaurant.
The door open, he stalked out, putting the wallet in his pocket with one swift
movement, shoes on the carpet, thumping with every step. He couldn't bring himself to look
at the table on the right, not at him, not at him. But his vision blurred a little, and
quickly he ducked his head down, pretending to be submissive to whatever came his way, and
walked the path to the front door. As he did, he felt his steps get heavier and heavier, it
was so hard to just walk away...but he walked just as fast as he could, and stopped only
when he reached the proximity of the door. He raised a shaking white hand to the gilded
golden doorknob as another hand closed on his left wrist.
He turned, and gasped when the blonde was there, face unreadable, but green eyes a
little hurt and a lot apologic. In a very futile attempt, he tried to turn away, but a hand
lowered onto his shoulder, and he couldn't move. Paralyzed in time, until softly a tear
made its way down his cheek, splashing on the carpet. He froze as Youji's eyes grew even
more saddened, and for a moment, he almost could convince himself that Youji really did love
him, really did respect a woman for what she was worth...
And it came true as Youji held him still and leaned down.
Chaste, quick. Nothing overly romantic, nothing flashy, no French-kiss, no tango
position. It was just a reminder, a note that Youji was still there, and Ken would have to
go through him before he let go. Unbidden, he threw himself into Youji's arms and sobbed,
silently. The oldest member of WeiB was silent, for once, just stroked the brown wig that
mopped on Ken's head. Then he slowly led his date, presumably Tachibana Tamiko, back to the
table, back to reality, and back to love.
* * *
His hands shook as he shook the card out of the envelope and slid it through the
slot. The hotel door clicked open, and he pushed it open further into the room he had
rented for the 2 weeks. After the door closed, he took off the stilettos and threw himself
on the bed. Slowly his mind began to calm down from the dizzy, whirling sensation in his
mind. He turned himself over, looking at the blank ceiling, totally exhausted. A smile
stole across his face as he touched his lips and blushed, a final thought entering his head
before he dropped off to sleep.
Gosh, Youji's a good kisser.
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Author's note:
The other day I found the fanfic I stole this idea from. It's by Mystikal Essence,
and it's called "Seizing the Moment". It's a bit too comedic for me, but it has good plot
and good potential to become a good story with some describing. Just consider it rewritten
with a different ending and a different style of writing. I usually don't write really
gaudy-sounding stuff. The serious stuff is more of my type.
This was put together in a flash. Next one will have bit more action. Sorry this
one is so short; I just had nothing to write on, and I just wanted to breeze over this one
so I could get onto the next chapter. But this was almost copying the other fic, but the
next chapter will have nothing to do with it. It has roots back in "Let's Call It A Day",
so you might try reading that one first.
Andrea Weiling
Only one thing crossed his mind, repeating itself over and over in his mind until he
couldn't stand it: why was he there? Why was he there anyways, standing in front of a
tiny little café, dressed back in whatever clothes Manx had given him, and feeling
incredibly guilty? For the first time in a long, long time, butterflies fluttered around in
circles. He hadn't felt the feeling in so long...it was still when the 4 members of WeiB
were still together. He had been dating Yuriko back then, but Fate had tugged its strings
and he had ended up here, in front of a little café at 8:00 for a date. Dressed in girl's
clothes. Nervous, jumpy. It seemed he and Yuriko had switched; he was now a girl.
He had tried. Really, he did. He had tried to make Youji forget about him, or her,
whatever Youji thought he was. But he had failed miserably. After all, persuasion was
never his forte. And Youji's forte was women. That was him. At least, he was trying to
act like one. A little more rationed though. At least he didn't faun over him. But all had
failed, and he had gone to the limits of his patience to make Manx stop chuckling and hand
over some clothes. He obviously couldn't get the clothes anywhere else.
He pushed open the door, and it seemed, for a moment, that the warm air that blew
through the vent above the door blew away all his worries as well. He would play the part
alright. It wasn't the end of the world yet. And even if Youji did find out, it still
wasn't the end of the world even then. But this couldn't go on forever. Lies, all lies,
they were. He had told Youji (as a boy) that he would be out of town and touring with the
soccer team. It was partly true, and he would be staying out of town, but only for a day.
This proved to be a good excuse. Ken told his friend that it was for 2 weeks, due to the
fact that he just wanted to 'get away from it all' and visit some people; fool around for a
bit.
Youji had suspected nothing. If the blonde did, he didn't show it.
He was already there when he got there. A table near the back, his back turned.
His head turned as he entered, still clad in his girly clothes, and the waitress immediately
knew where to take him. She showed him (or her, whichever you prefer) to the other seat,
but even before Ken could say a word, Youji turned to the waitress girl and began to flirt.
The waitress girl, obviously noting that there was nothing wrong with Youji teasing her,
took the bait and began to talk with him. Ken turned a deep red, but then realized that he
would have to stand it. It was just the way it was. Perhaps Youji was even testing him, to
see if he reacted. Perhaps he already knew it was Ken. But one way or the other, Ken was
angry, now. Youji had invited a girl (him) on a date, and now he was there, flirting with
the waitress. But he held his temper, only once glancing behind him to find a path to the
door, then turned back, face calm and unembarrassed. After the waitress left, he smiled
that stupidly shy way he did the first time, his head ducked down in an attempt to hide
bitter tears, and murmured something about the restroom. He took his wallet, everything,
the coat, the purse, and walked as dignified as he could to the bathroom, making sure that
it was the one labeled "Girls" not "Boys". He flung open the door with a vengeance, but his
anger faded once he entered and met cold white walls. Not minding if someone came in, he
slunk against the wall, his palms pressed against the cool surface, and sat there, just for
a moment. He could almost see Youji, still trying to wait for him, or for the waitress. He
couldn't tell, but it was probably the latter. He buried his head into his hands, but
didn't cry. The tears wouldn't come.
He got up. He had to get out of there, and fast. He couldn't stand looking at
Youji another time, or he would break down. Him, a guy dressed as a girl, would break down.
But this wasn't the time for it. He would break down in his room, back at home. He hated
leaving his friend like this, but he realized that this would solve everything, and he
wouldn't have to tell Youji anything. Tachibana Tamiko would just be a memory. All the
better.
He opened the door with resolve, his hands almost white against the steely metal,
and he calmed his face into a neutral expression. Vaguely, he thanked Wei? for teaching
him that; masks were there for you to wear, and even though it took a great effort to make
sure it didn't slip off, he was more than glad to make sure it didn't come off this time.
He had to get out of the restaurant.
The door open, he stalked out, putting the wallet in his pocket with one swift
movement, shoes on the carpet, thumping with every step. He couldn't bring himself to look
at the table on the right, not at him, not at him. But his vision blurred a little, and
quickly he ducked his head down, pretending to be submissive to whatever came his way, and
walked the path to the front door. As he did, he felt his steps get heavier and heavier, it
was so hard to just walk away...but he walked just as fast as he could, and stopped only
when he reached the proximity of the door. He raised a shaking white hand to the gilded
golden doorknob as another hand closed on his left wrist.
He turned, and gasped when the blonde was there, face unreadable, but green eyes a
little hurt and a lot apologic. In a very futile attempt, he tried to turn away, but a hand
lowered onto his shoulder, and he couldn't move. Paralyzed in time, until softly a tear
made its way down his cheek, splashing on the carpet. He froze as Youji's eyes grew even
more saddened, and for a moment, he almost could convince himself that Youji really did love
him, really did respect a woman for what she was worth...
And it came true as Youji held him still and leaned down.
Chaste, quick. Nothing overly romantic, nothing flashy, no French-kiss, no tango
position. It was just a reminder, a note that Youji was still there, and Ken would have to
go through him before he let go. Unbidden, he threw himself into Youji's arms and sobbed,
silently. The oldest member of WeiB was silent, for once, just stroked the brown wig that
mopped on Ken's head. Then he slowly led his date, presumably Tachibana Tamiko, back to the
table, back to reality, and back to love.
* * *
His hands shook as he shook the card out of the envelope and slid it through the
slot. The hotel door clicked open, and he pushed it open further into the room he had
rented for the 2 weeks. After the door closed, he took off the stilettos and threw himself
on the bed. Slowly his mind began to calm down from the dizzy, whirling sensation in his
mind. He turned himself over, looking at the blank ceiling, totally exhausted. A smile
stole across his face as he touched his lips and blushed, a final thought entering his head
before he dropped off to sleep.
Gosh, Youji's a good kisser.
/ \ / \ / \ / \ / \ / \ / \ / \ / \ / \ / \ / \ / \ / \ / \ / \ / \ / \ / \ / \ / \ / \ / \
Author's note:
The other day I found the fanfic I stole this idea from. It's by Mystikal Essence,
and it's called "Seizing the Moment". It's a bit too comedic for me, but it has good plot
and good potential to become a good story with some describing. Just consider it rewritten
with a different ending and a different style of writing. I usually don't write really
gaudy-sounding stuff. The serious stuff is more of my type.
This was put together in a flash. Next one will have bit more action. Sorry this
one is so short; I just had nothing to write on, and I just wanted to breeze over this one
so I could get onto the next chapter. But this was almost copying the other fic, but the
next chapter will have nothing to do with it. It has roots back in "Let's Call It A Day",
so you might try reading that one first.
Andrea Weiling