Iori turned the knob and opened the door and the two boys stepped into the
Hida household. Iori shut the door behind them and hung his coat and TK's
on the hooks nearby. A delicious smell wafted out from the kitchen as well
as two voices. TK assumed correctly that they belonged to Iori's mum and
grandfather.
"Dear, I'm telling you that you didn't put enough spice in it. With the itty bit you put in you will hardly be able to taste it."
"Now listen here, if I put as much as you like in there we'll all be breathing fire for hours. If you want to melt your own teeth, you can add more after I'm finished cooking it, okay?"
"I don't believe it, my own daughter not making the meal have a kick. Bah. Spicy is good, it builds character. So what do you say? A little more?"
"No." Iori's mother was laughing now, "I don't want dragon breath. You already have it, so don't try to corrupt the rest of us. Now go sit down and wait for it to be done."
"Fine. Kicked out of the kitchen by my own flesh and blood. So this is what the world is coming to." He walked out of the kitchen and saw the two boys by the door, snickering at the exchange. "Ah, Iori is home, and he's brought a friend."
"Hello, grandfather, mum," Iori said as his mum's head appeared around the corner. "This is TK, is it alright if he stays for dinner?"
"Of course it is, Iori," Grandfather said, "now, since you two are here, tell your mum that a meal with no spice is like a car with no wheels."
"Um, well," Iori stammered. "Sure, grandfather, if you say so."
Iori's mum stepped into the room and laughed. "Never mind him, Iori. He's just upset that I'm not cooking like Emeril. He's been saying 'bang' the whole while I've been cooking tonight." she looked at the old man and smiled at him. "No more food channel for you." He waved her off and sat down in a chair and flicked the tv on, flipping channels until he came across a music video channel.
Iori's mum turned back to the two boys who were in the process of taking off their shoes and was about to speak when an old voice started singing along with the tv. All three of them laughed at the sound. She shook her head and regained her train of thought.
"So I finally get to meet the wonderful TK," she said, looking at the boy like he was a store display. "Iori's told me so much about you. Everything is 'TK said' or 'TK this'." Iori was blushing more than a little bit after that comment. "I feel like I know you already.
"Mum, I do not do that," he protested.
"Well it is a pleasure to meet the two of you," TK said. "I'll try to live up to whatever he's told you about me." TK gave Iori a grin and a small nudge in the ribs as the two of them walked into the living room. Iori grinned back more than a little cheesily.
"So can he stay?" Iori asked trying to change the subject.
"Oh of course he can," his mum told him. "We'll be ready to eat in about five minutes. Plenty of time for the two of you to wash up and get ready." the two boys nodded their heads and Iori led the way to the bathroom and shut the door behind them.
"TK, I'm sorry if my mum and grandfather are weird. I should have mentioned it earlier, but I was afraid that you wouldn't come to a nut house."
"Ah, they're not that bad. At least you don't live in the Kamiya household. If you want to observe insanity, spend a few hours there. Now, before you scrub all the skin off your hands, do you mind handing me the soap, Iori?"
"Oh, sure," Iori said and put the bar in TK's hands. TK took the bar and marveled at how soft the boy's skin was. It was like a sheet of finely spun silk. 'Wow', he thought to himself as he washed his own hands. 'I wonder if the rest of his skin is that soft?' he queried as he was drying.
Dinner was quite an experience. Picture the average 1960's television family having dinner. Now throw that into the fire and think more along the lines of the Osbourne's having dinner. They talked about everything from TK's basketball games to Koushirou's accident to how horrible an actor Jim Carrey is and everything in between.
"He is the worst actor since, well, since Elvis Presley. At least Elvis could sing. Carrey on the other hand can't act his way out of a wet paper bag." Iori's grandfather said during the meal and Iori just shook his head and smiled at TK, and TK returned the smile.
After dinner came a big bowl of ice cream with all the fixings, which the two boys devoured in about five minutes and then suffered the consequences of the ice cream headache.
"Oh man, it hurts," TK said.
"Yeah, but it was good," Iori answered him.
"You're right, as usual," TK said as he pushed the bowl away from them. He glanced at the clock on the wall and saw that it was quite a bit later than he thought. About an hour later, to be more precise. "Oh jeez. I'm going to be so late," he said and started getting up from the table.
Iori threw his mum a glance and hadn't even yet begun to speak when she simply smiled and nodded at him. Iori's face lit up like a Christmas tree. "Why don't you stay here tonight, TK?" he asked and hoped against hope that the answer would be yes.
"Well, I guess I could. It wouldn't be a problem, would it, Ms. Hida?"
"Not at all TK, feel free. Just be warned though, Iori has a habit of wetting the bed," she said and tried to keep a straight face.
"M-u-m!" Iori said in the almost-teenager I-can't-believe-you-just- said-that way. Ms. Hida couldn't keep from laughing anymore.
"I'm kidding, he stopped that last week. Now he just snores like a chainsaw." She and TK and Grandfather were laughing in hysterics, and Iori was just looking at her, shaking his head. He finally caught the contagious laughter and they were all giggling for minutes to come.
"I guess I better call and leave a message for my mum," TK said after they'd regained some semblance of control. "Otherwise she'll have the National Guard out looking for me by morning."
"Follow me. I'll show you where the phone is. Maybe by the time we get back the two of them will be asleep in their chairs," Iori said as he led TK into the living room.
After five rings, a beep, and a few words by TK, the whole thing was settled. "Alright. What are we going to do tonight, Iori?" TK asked.
"I'm not sure, but I'm sure we'll figure something out, right?" he asked.
The first order of business was watching tv. It just so happened that it was wrestling night, so time passed fairly quickly. Iori's grandfather fell asleep in his chair at about half past nine and slogged off to bed just before ten.
Iori's mum was still watching wrestling with the boys, trying to figure out exactly what was going on in the male soap opera. "So who is he?" she kept asking every time someone came out to the ring. TK and Iori took turns explaining the story to her.
"That's the Rock. Almost everyone likes the Rock," TK told her as the People's Champion came to the ring.
"I can see why," Iori's mum answered lowly. Iori heard her but didn't answer, he just pretended that he didn't hear it. TK smiled at Iori. Iori mouthed the word 'insane' to him and the two of them broke out with the giggles.
"I'd like to smell what he's cooking," his mum said and the two boys were rolling on the floor in hysterics.
After a Rock Bottom and the People's Elbow, the match was over and Iori's mum headed off to bed. "Really, I don't see why you watch that, it's so silly. I do like their shorts though. Oh well. Don't stay up too late, boys." She walked out of the room and the boys heard the door to her room shut.
"Okay, your mum is weird," TK told him as Iori was getting up from the floor.
"Tell me about it. She wasn't that bad tonight, really."
"That scares me just a little," TK said as he reached up and grabbed the waist of Iori's pants and pulled him back to the ground, proceeding to pin him.
"Hey, that wasn't fair. I wasn't ready."
"Well, then I guess you better get ready," TK said as he prepared to pin Iori again. The two 'fought' for a little while before wearing themselves out.
"Okay, I give," TK said as Iori was using every bit of power he had to hold him down.
"Finally." Iori got off TK and flopped onto the couch. "You have an unfair advantage, you know, TK?"
"What is that?"
"You're fat," he told the blond and started laughing again.
"I'll show you fat," TK said as he sat down beside Iori and began to tickle him mercilessly. Finally he let up and the two of them sat in comfortable silence for a few minutes, letting the tv flash its pictures.
TK was in his own little world for those few minutes. "I can't believe how close we've gotten in the last day," he thought. "I hope we get a lot closer, though," he thought and put his arm around Iori. He got a large smile in return and they snuggled together and talked while some cheesy western played on.
While they were talking, TK slowly nodded off. They were remembering adventures in the digital world when Iori noticed that TK was no longer responding. His head was leaning against Iori's shoulder and he was breathing very deeply. "Sorry if I bored you, TK," he said and smiled. He took this opportunity to study TK. He'd really never seen the boy at rest before. He was usually bouncing around like a superball. Iori traced a finger along TK's jaw line and down his chin and neck. He paused while in the center of TK's chest, feeling the heartbeat a few centimeters below the surface. He focused on the steady rhythm and it soon put him out like a light.
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"Dear, I'm telling you that you didn't put enough spice in it. With the itty bit you put in you will hardly be able to taste it."
"Now listen here, if I put as much as you like in there we'll all be breathing fire for hours. If you want to melt your own teeth, you can add more after I'm finished cooking it, okay?"
"I don't believe it, my own daughter not making the meal have a kick. Bah. Spicy is good, it builds character. So what do you say? A little more?"
"No." Iori's mother was laughing now, "I don't want dragon breath. You already have it, so don't try to corrupt the rest of us. Now go sit down and wait for it to be done."
"Fine. Kicked out of the kitchen by my own flesh and blood. So this is what the world is coming to." He walked out of the kitchen and saw the two boys by the door, snickering at the exchange. "Ah, Iori is home, and he's brought a friend."
"Hello, grandfather, mum," Iori said as his mum's head appeared around the corner. "This is TK, is it alright if he stays for dinner?"
"Of course it is, Iori," Grandfather said, "now, since you two are here, tell your mum that a meal with no spice is like a car with no wheels."
"Um, well," Iori stammered. "Sure, grandfather, if you say so."
Iori's mum stepped into the room and laughed. "Never mind him, Iori. He's just upset that I'm not cooking like Emeril. He's been saying 'bang' the whole while I've been cooking tonight." she looked at the old man and smiled at him. "No more food channel for you." He waved her off and sat down in a chair and flicked the tv on, flipping channels until he came across a music video channel.
Iori's mum turned back to the two boys who were in the process of taking off their shoes and was about to speak when an old voice started singing along with the tv. All three of them laughed at the sound. She shook her head and regained her train of thought.
"So I finally get to meet the wonderful TK," she said, looking at the boy like he was a store display. "Iori's told me so much about you. Everything is 'TK said' or 'TK this'." Iori was blushing more than a little bit after that comment. "I feel like I know you already.
"Mum, I do not do that," he protested.
"Well it is a pleasure to meet the two of you," TK said. "I'll try to live up to whatever he's told you about me." TK gave Iori a grin and a small nudge in the ribs as the two of them walked into the living room. Iori grinned back more than a little cheesily.
"So can he stay?" Iori asked trying to change the subject.
"Oh of course he can," his mum told him. "We'll be ready to eat in about five minutes. Plenty of time for the two of you to wash up and get ready." the two boys nodded their heads and Iori led the way to the bathroom and shut the door behind them.
"TK, I'm sorry if my mum and grandfather are weird. I should have mentioned it earlier, but I was afraid that you wouldn't come to a nut house."
"Ah, they're not that bad. At least you don't live in the Kamiya household. If you want to observe insanity, spend a few hours there. Now, before you scrub all the skin off your hands, do you mind handing me the soap, Iori?"
"Oh, sure," Iori said and put the bar in TK's hands. TK took the bar and marveled at how soft the boy's skin was. It was like a sheet of finely spun silk. 'Wow', he thought to himself as he washed his own hands. 'I wonder if the rest of his skin is that soft?' he queried as he was drying.
Dinner was quite an experience. Picture the average 1960's television family having dinner. Now throw that into the fire and think more along the lines of the Osbourne's having dinner. They talked about everything from TK's basketball games to Koushirou's accident to how horrible an actor Jim Carrey is and everything in between.
"He is the worst actor since, well, since Elvis Presley. At least Elvis could sing. Carrey on the other hand can't act his way out of a wet paper bag." Iori's grandfather said during the meal and Iori just shook his head and smiled at TK, and TK returned the smile.
After dinner came a big bowl of ice cream with all the fixings, which the two boys devoured in about five minutes and then suffered the consequences of the ice cream headache.
"Oh man, it hurts," TK said.
"Yeah, but it was good," Iori answered him.
"You're right, as usual," TK said as he pushed the bowl away from them. He glanced at the clock on the wall and saw that it was quite a bit later than he thought. About an hour later, to be more precise. "Oh jeez. I'm going to be so late," he said and started getting up from the table.
Iori threw his mum a glance and hadn't even yet begun to speak when she simply smiled and nodded at him. Iori's face lit up like a Christmas tree. "Why don't you stay here tonight, TK?" he asked and hoped against hope that the answer would be yes.
"Well, I guess I could. It wouldn't be a problem, would it, Ms. Hida?"
"Not at all TK, feel free. Just be warned though, Iori has a habit of wetting the bed," she said and tried to keep a straight face.
"M-u-m!" Iori said in the almost-teenager I-can't-believe-you-just- said-that way. Ms. Hida couldn't keep from laughing anymore.
"I'm kidding, he stopped that last week. Now he just snores like a chainsaw." She and TK and Grandfather were laughing in hysterics, and Iori was just looking at her, shaking his head. He finally caught the contagious laughter and they were all giggling for minutes to come.
"I guess I better call and leave a message for my mum," TK said after they'd regained some semblance of control. "Otherwise she'll have the National Guard out looking for me by morning."
"Follow me. I'll show you where the phone is. Maybe by the time we get back the two of them will be asleep in their chairs," Iori said as he led TK into the living room.
After five rings, a beep, and a few words by TK, the whole thing was settled. "Alright. What are we going to do tonight, Iori?" TK asked.
"I'm not sure, but I'm sure we'll figure something out, right?" he asked.
The first order of business was watching tv. It just so happened that it was wrestling night, so time passed fairly quickly. Iori's grandfather fell asleep in his chair at about half past nine and slogged off to bed just before ten.
Iori's mum was still watching wrestling with the boys, trying to figure out exactly what was going on in the male soap opera. "So who is he?" she kept asking every time someone came out to the ring. TK and Iori took turns explaining the story to her.
"That's the Rock. Almost everyone likes the Rock," TK told her as the People's Champion came to the ring.
"I can see why," Iori's mum answered lowly. Iori heard her but didn't answer, he just pretended that he didn't hear it. TK smiled at Iori. Iori mouthed the word 'insane' to him and the two of them broke out with the giggles.
"I'd like to smell what he's cooking," his mum said and the two boys were rolling on the floor in hysterics.
After a Rock Bottom and the People's Elbow, the match was over and Iori's mum headed off to bed. "Really, I don't see why you watch that, it's so silly. I do like their shorts though. Oh well. Don't stay up too late, boys." She walked out of the room and the boys heard the door to her room shut.
"Okay, your mum is weird," TK told him as Iori was getting up from the floor.
"Tell me about it. She wasn't that bad tonight, really."
"That scares me just a little," TK said as he reached up and grabbed the waist of Iori's pants and pulled him back to the ground, proceeding to pin him.
"Hey, that wasn't fair. I wasn't ready."
"Well, then I guess you better get ready," TK said as he prepared to pin Iori again. The two 'fought' for a little while before wearing themselves out.
"Okay, I give," TK said as Iori was using every bit of power he had to hold him down.
"Finally." Iori got off TK and flopped onto the couch. "You have an unfair advantage, you know, TK?"
"What is that?"
"You're fat," he told the blond and started laughing again.
"I'll show you fat," TK said as he sat down beside Iori and began to tickle him mercilessly. Finally he let up and the two of them sat in comfortable silence for a few minutes, letting the tv flash its pictures.
TK was in his own little world for those few minutes. "I can't believe how close we've gotten in the last day," he thought. "I hope we get a lot closer, though," he thought and put his arm around Iori. He got a large smile in return and they snuggled together and talked while some cheesy western played on.
While they were talking, TK slowly nodded off. They were remembering adventures in the digital world when Iori noticed that TK was no longer responding. His head was leaning against Iori's shoulder and he was breathing very deeply. "Sorry if I bored you, TK," he said and smiled. He took this opportunity to study TK. He'd really never seen the boy at rest before. He was usually bouncing around like a superball. Iori traced a finger along TK's jaw line and down his chin and neck. He paused while in the center of TK's chest, feeling the heartbeat a few centimeters below the surface. He focused on the steady rhythm and it soon put him out like a light.
Hope you enjoyed this. Next chapter we return to the antics of the Izumi home with Tai and Koushirou. Leave a review or three. Pet a puppy. Where the hell did that come from? Anyway, thanks.
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