"Where are my pack of cigarettes?" Yohji muttered, while searching all over his bedroom for them. His clothes were flung into the air, tossed to the side and all his draws opened up like staircases. His room had became more of a natural desaster then it was before.
Damn it! He wanted a nicotine now!
Last thing he remembered. He had left them on the table before opening up the shop.
He had probably lefted on the counter while flirting with the female customers again. Or probably have smoked the last one yesterday?
A short blond stood outside his bedroom "What's the matter, Yohji-kun?" Omi asked in his cheerful toning voice; carrying a broomstick and a dusting pan. "You seem to be making a total mess..." He continued, blinking at the choatic room before he set himself back to doing part of his chores.
The tall blond glanced at the youngster, crouching down on his knee and having the other leg up and his arm resting on his kneecap before him. "Ah well. I can't seem to find my pack of cigarettes, kiddo." He answered lazily; looking through a box that contained a pile of old junk that had playboy magazines, beer bottles and old pictures of his pervious female dates he once had gone out with.
"Hmm." He thought to himself. "Looks like I might have finished the whole pack already." Yohji shrugged and gave up looking. He really needed a nicotine to calm down. And yet he had another yahoo argument with the red-head earlier. He was quite stressed.
"Well I'm going to go back to work now." The youngster chirped making his way back downstairs to help with the clean up. "Tomorrow is your duty to watch the shop" Omi reminded him.
The tall blond nodded his head while he tries to clear up his own mess before he prepares himself for a night out at the bar.
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The night came. Neon lights flickered on the streets like glittering stars through-out the city district of Tokyo. It had been a pretty quiet afternoon for the playboy after the disagreement he had with the unproclaim leader. The playboy had dozed off shortly afterwards he had cleaned up his own messy room. Kudou had set his alarm clock at midnight so he could greet some females and have a few drinks at his usual night-clubs.
Yohji tossed back and forth in his bed for a few minutes before his clock started to ring like mad. He didn't feel comfortable. The tall blond set up placing his hand over his face while he brushed his hair back. He leaned back against the head-board and sighed. "What the hell is wrong with me today?" Yohji thought quietly, pressing the off button to the damned clock on the side of table lamp.
The playboy got up and sat on the side of the mattress. He clenched his hand on above his chest. Nah, it couldn't be. It was probably some minor chest pain from working and cleaning all day. Kudou glanced at his alarm clock; it was twelve pass one. Ah heck why not? He grabbed his jeans from below the bed and his T-shirt that was flung onto the chair. The tall blond hurl them on quickly as possible or he might wake up the others.
He ran downstairs and snatched his jacket from the coat rack and headed out the door. The tall blond left a small yellow sticky note on the fridge; just in case the unproclaimed leader starts snapping at him when he gets back.
Kudou sniffed the evening air as he walked down the bright lights of wonderful Tokyo. He walked several blocks down the long paved road and made a turn. "Ah this is life." The playboy thought to himself. Yohji continued trotting down the path which lead into an alley way. He then directed himself to a small staircase that lead down to the club.
People everywhere were dancing and drinking happily. Some were overly drunk and had crashed on the side. The place was surrounded with extreme hyperactive techno music. He sat himself down at the bar comfortablely, ordering a large size beer and munched on a few chips and peanuts that was served.
This was certainly his place for quiet times. Females. Cigarettes. Beers. It was quite the best place to get away from things.
Well. Well. If it isn't Balinese? A familar voice sang in his head. Yohji glanced around the club. Shit! Where the hell is that bastard?! He cursed angerily. For sure if he did find that annoying German he was going to tear him apart from head to toe.
Just great. First the red-head and now -him-! Just what he needed for a break...
Damn it! He wanted a nicotine now!
Last thing he remembered. He had left them on the table before opening up the shop.
He had probably lefted on the counter while flirting with the female customers again. Or probably have smoked the last one yesterday?
A short blond stood outside his bedroom "What's the matter, Yohji-kun?" Omi asked in his cheerful toning voice; carrying a broomstick and a dusting pan. "You seem to be making a total mess..." He continued, blinking at the choatic room before he set himself back to doing part of his chores.
The tall blond glanced at the youngster, crouching down on his knee and having the other leg up and his arm resting on his kneecap before him. "Ah well. I can't seem to find my pack of cigarettes, kiddo." He answered lazily; looking through a box that contained a pile of old junk that had playboy magazines, beer bottles and old pictures of his pervious female dates he once had gone out with.
"Hmm." He thought to himself. "Looks like I might have finished the whole pack already." Yohji shrugged and gave up looking. He really needed a nicotine to calm down. And yet he had another yahoo argument with the red-head earlier. He was quite stressed.
"Well I'm going to go back to work now." The youngster chirped making his way back downstairs to help with the clean up. "Tomorrow is your duty to watch the shop" Omi reminded him.
The tall blond nodded his head while he tries to clear up his own mess before he prepares himself for a night out at the bar.
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The night came. Neon lights flickered on the streets like glittering stars through-out the city district of Tokyo. It had been a pretty quiet afternoon for the playboy after the disagreement he had with the unproclaim leader. The playboy had dozed off shortly afterwards he had cleaned up his own messy room. Kudou had set his alarm clock at midnight so he could greet some females and have a few drinks at his usual night-clubs.
Yohji tossed back and forth in his bed for a few minutes before his clock started to ring like mad. He didn't feel comfortable. The tall blond set up placing his hand over his face while he brushed his hair back. He leaned back against the head-board and sighed. "What the hell is wrong with me today?" Yohji thought quietly, pressing the off button to the damned clock on the side of table lamp.
The playboy got up and sat on the side of the mattress. He clenched his hand on above his chest. Nah, it couldn't be. It was probably some minor chest pain from working and cleaning all day. Kudou glanced at his alarm clock; it was twelve pass one. Ah heck why not? He grabbed his jeans from below the bed and his T-shirt that was flung onto the chair. The tall blond hurl them on quickly as possible or he might wake up the others.
He ran downstairs and snatched his jacket from the coat rack and headed out the door. The tall blond left a small yellow sticky note on the fridge; just in case the unproclaimed leader starts snapping at him when he gets back.
Kudou sniffed the evening air as he walked down the bright lights of wonderful Tokyo. He walked several blocks down the long paved road and made a turn. "Ah this is life." The playboy thought to himself. Yohji continued trotting down the path which lead into an alley way. He then directed himself to a small staircase that lead down to the club.
People everywhere were dancing and drinking happily. Some were overly drunk and had crashed on the side. The place was surrounded with extreme hyperactive techno music. He sat himself down at the bar comfortablely, ordering a large size beer and munched on a few chips and peanuts that was served.
This was certainly his place for quiet times. Females. Cigarettes. Beers. It was quite the best place to get away from things.
Well. Well. If it isn't Balinese? A familar voice sang in his head. Yohji glanced around the club. Shit! Where the hell is that bastard?! He cursed angerily. For sure if he did find that annoying German he was going to tear him apart from head to toe.
Just great. First the red-head and now -him-! Just what he needed for a break...