Chapter 2: I'll Be There, Whether You Want It Or Not
"It's not like Hiroshi-kun to be this late. I wonder where he is?" Suguru asked, automatically looking in my direction.
I shrugged non-chanteningly. How as I supposed to know where Hiroshi was? It's not like I kept tabs on all my talents, but Suguru did have a point, it wasn't like Hiroshi to be so late. He always made sure to call if he was going to be late, something had to be up.
"What do you mean Hiroshi isn't here?!? We have a concert in less then a week and our guitarist suddenly disappears?!? I told him not to drive that motorcycle! It was an accident waiting to happen!" Sakano exclaimed, nearly tearing out all his hair as he yelled. Seriously, that man just seemed too uptight for the music business. He always took things way out of proportion.
So, I did what I usually do when Sakano overreacts. I pulled out my handgun and pressed the butt of it against his temple, clicking the safety off so he knew I was ready to drive a bullet right through his skull if he gave me a reason to.
"Uhh... well, uhh...," Sakano stammered, causing a smirk to twinge at the end of my lips. "I guess since it seems Hiroshi won't be coming, we'll just work twice as hard tomorrow, right Mr.K?"
I nod as I lower the gun from the older man's temple and put it back in its holder. There ws really no point in holding a practice when not all the members were in the mood for it. Hiroshi was a no show, Shuichi was taking a nap (probably had too much fun with Yuki the night before), and Suguru seemed too worried about Hiroshi to be able to concentrate.
"That's right. So everyone be hear bright and early tomorrow morning and try to get some rest tonight," I said, looking in Shuichi's direction. He doesn't hear me though, since he's still fast asleep, head resting on the table as a bubble goes in and out of his nose. I groaned and went over, popping the nose bubble before grabbing a fist full of the pinkette's hair and lifting him so I could see him better.
"Go home, Shuichi," I told him before letting go of his hair. He fell back to the table, hitting his nose in the process which caused him to whine and complain. I rolled my eyes. I really had no time for this, I needed to check up on our missing link. So, I told Sakano to take care of things, make sure the guys got out safely and the studio was clean before I went down to get my car.
Now, one thing that I really do love is my car. It's a sky blue convertible with a black, leather interior. It runs like a charm and can go 250 km/h. (not that I'd know first hand ¬_¬) When the roof is down, there's always a nice breeze that runs through my hair. It's usually pretty bad if there's someone sitting behind me because they usually end up with a mouthful of my hair.
Since it's still afternoon, I put on my sunglasses before heading out. I vaguely remember where Hiro lives, since I dropped him off once after his motorcycle died. It was a pretty nice place, from the outside that is. Now, if I could only remember which room was his...
After a few -completely- accidental walk-ins, I found the apartment I was looking for. Who would have known that Hiroshi's family name would have been on the door?
It was dark inside, but I could see the form of a figure laying on the bed. Maybe he was asleep, if he was, it would be a real shame to wake him but he deserved it for not showing up for practice and making me worry! Wait a sec... what am I thinking? I wasn't worried, not for a second! I was just... concerned. Yes, concerned for him. Who am I trying to fool? Being concerned is the same as being worried and Hiroshi was going to pay for making me feel this way.
So, for the second time that day, I pulled out my gun and made my way closer to the bed. I was a little surprised that Hiroshi hadn't heard me yet, since I wasn't exactly being quiet or anything, but I thought nothing of it. He was probably still asleep after all.
"Nakano Hiroshi! You have alot of explaining to do!" I exclaimed as I pressed the butt of the gun to the back of his head.
The red head slowly rolled on to his back, almost oblivious to the gun which moved to the side of his head. He opened his dark grey eyes and looked up at me. It was like he wasn't even there, like his soul had been taken away from him...
I unconsciously took a step back and lowered my gun. What had happened to him? Why was he looking like this. It looked like he hadn't bathed in days. His usually dark red hair looked almost black now and lay limply on his head in greasy clumps. His clothes were wrinkled and seemed to stick to him and I could have sworn that he lost some weight.
"Hiroshi-kun...," I said quietly as I sat down on the bed, cringing a bit as I sank down into the unclean sheets. "What's up? Why weren't you at practice? Feelin' a little under the weather?"
Hiroshi didn't respond to me right away, in fact, he seemed to look past me, as if he were trying to come up with some thing to say. After a minute, he looked back up at me, his eyes a little more clearer then before.
"I guess you could say that," he said quietly, before avoiding my gaze once again.
I hnn'ed softly, knowing that there was more to this but I really didn't want to pry it out of him. I was his manager and even though I'm supposed to be concerned about my musicians, I wasn't supposed to butt into their personal lives. Still, I couldn't help but worry about Hiro. Whatever happened to him must have been big. I've never seen him act like this before, it was actually starting to scare me.
"Up on your feet Hiro-kun," I said as I put my gun back in its spot and got to my feet.
Hiroshi looked up at me hesistantly, as if debating whether to listen to me or not, before he sat up and swung his legs off the bed. He stayed like that for a moment before finally getting to his feet. He swaggered a bit before he fell forwards and I caught him in my arms. I didn't notice it, but my breathing quickened as I stood Hiroshi back on his feet, keeping my arms around his waist to keep him steady. He just seemed so weak...
"When was the last time you ate, Hiro-kun?" I asked.
"I-I don't know," he admitted, not even trying to pull out of my hold.
"Okay, we'll get some food into you but first things first, let's get you cleaned up," I said as I started pulling him towards the bathroom.
"What do you mean? You're going to give me a bath?" he asked, and I noticed a faint blush appear over the bridge of his nose. How cute...
"Of course. I wouldn't want you to pass out and drown in the bathtub. That's a horrible way to die!" I smirked as I made him sit down on the toiler so I could begin running the bath water. "Anyways, we're both guys so it's not like you have anything that I haven't seen before."
Hiroshi was pretty silent as I filled the bathtub up with warm water and bubbles, then searched through the cupboards for towels and some wash cloths. I knew that a nice bath would be able to work wonders on him, they always did for me.
"You don't expect to take a bath in your clothes do ya?" I asked as I turned the water off and set the towels aside. "Or do you need some help getting them off?"
I couldn't help but smile as Hiroshi stuttered, blushed then shook his head no. He was really adorable when embarassed... I'd have to try and catch him off guard more often. As the red head began to undress, so did I. Like I had told him before, it's not like either of us had something that the other didn't, plus I though he might need some help in the tub and some added support. Not to mention I -really- wanted to wash that long, gorgeous hair of his, make it all silky and shiny again.
What?!? Where did -that- come from? Gorgeous hair? I've only thought that about my own golden locks before... why am I thinking the same about Hiro-kun?
"K-san?" Hiro spoke up, and I looked over at him, instantly forgetting what I was just thinking about. The nineteen year old was simply breath-taking. Every inch of his tan body seemed so warm, smooth and... perfect. I just never noticed it before because unlike Shuichi, he liked to remain covered up during concerts. My God though! I wonder if there was a way that I could convince him to show a little more skin...?
"K-san!" Hiro repeated, sounding a little irritated this time.
"Yeah? What is it?"
"I'm ready now..."
I nodded and went over to him, wrapping my arm around his waist once again to keep him steady as I brought him over to the bathtub. I helped him get in and settled then started taking my own clothes off again.
I noticed the look he gave me, his eyebrow arched and his lips pursed as he watched me undress. I smiled again at him.
"What? Unlike you, I've been working all day and could use a little bathtime, even if it is with you."
He looked away again, the blush reappearing as he muttered an 'I'm sorry'.
"Forget about it. Just scooch up a bit, Hiro-kun so I can slide in behind you."
Hiroshi did as I told him to, and withing a few moments we were in the tub together, the red head sitting between my legs. He seemed tensed up though, he was probably still embarassed by this whole situation. Oh well! He'd just have to live with it!
Before I had settled in the tub, I had unhooked the shower hose so I could wash Hiro's hair and I turned it on then, making sure to get his hair nice and wet. Once I was sure it was damp enough, I began running my fingers though it, gently coaxing out any tangles that had made their home in it over the past few days. As I worked at restoring Hiro's hair to the way it used to be, I talked softly to him, just about anything that came to mind and he started relaxing. I didn't really notice it until I started working the shampoo into his hair and he closed his eyes and tipped his head back. Then I heard a soft, almost purring, sound coming from him and I knew that I had already started him on the road to recovery.
Hopefully I'd be able to keep him on that road...
To Be Continued...
"It's not like Hiroshi-kun to be this late. I wonder where he is?" Suguru asked, automatically looking in my direction.
I shrugged non-chanteningly. How as I supposed to know where Hiroshi was? It's not like I kept tabs on all my talents, but Suguru did have a point, it wasn't like Hiroshi to be so late. He always made sure to call if he was going to be late, something had to be up.
"What do you mean Hiroshi isn't here?!? We have a concert in less then a week and our guitarist suddenly disappears?!? I told him not to drive that motorcycle! It was an accident waiting to happen!" Sakano exclaimed, nearly tearing out all his hair as he yelled. Seriously, that man just seemed too uptight for the music business. He always took things way out of proportion.
So, I did what I usually do when Sakano overreacts. I pulled out my handgun and pressed the butt of it against his temple, clicking the safety off so he knew I was ready to drive a bullet right through his skull if he gave me a reason to.
"Uhh... well, uhh...," Sakano stammered, causing a smirk to twinge at the end of my lips. "I guess since it seems Hiroshi won't be coming, we'll just work twice as hard tomorrow, right Mr.K?"
I nod as I lower the gun from the older man's temple and put it back in its holder. There ws really no point in holding a practice when not all the members were in the mood for it. Hiroshi was a no show, Shuichi was taking a nap (probably had too much fun with Yuki the night before), and Suguru seemed too worried about Hiroshi to be able to concentrate.
"That's right. So everyone be hear bright and early tomorrow morning and try to get some rest tonight," I said, looking in Shuichi's direction. He doesn't hear me though, since he's still fast asleep, head resting on the table as a bubble goes in and out of his nose. I groaned and went over, popping the nose bubble before grabbing a fist full of the pinkette's hair and lifting him so I could see him better.
"Go home, Shuichi," I told him before letting go of his hair. He fell back to the table, hitting his nose in the process which caused him to whine and complain. I rolled my eyes. I really had no time for this, I needed to check up on our missing link. So, I told Sakano to take care of things, make sure the guys got out safely and the studio was clean before I went down to get my car.
Now, one thing that I really do love is my car. It's a sky blue convertible with a black, leather interior. It runs like a charm and can go 250 km/h. (not that I'd know first hand ¬_¬) When the roof is down, there's always a nice breeze that runs through my hair. It's usually pretty bad if there's someone sitting behind me because they usually end up with a mouthful of my hair.
Since it's still afternoon, I put on my sunglasses before heading out. I vaguely remember where Hiro lives, since I dropped him off once after his motorcycle died. It was a pretty nice place, from the outside that is. Now, if I could only remember which room was his...
After a few -completely- accidental walk-ins, I found the apartment I was looking for. Who would have known that Hiroshi's family name would have been on the door?
It was dark inside, but I could see the form of a figure laying on the bed. Maybe he was asleep, if he was, it would be a real shame to wake him but he deserved it for not showing up for practice and making me worry! Wait a sec... what am I thinking? I wasn't worried, not for a second! I was just... concerned. Yes, concerned for him. Who am I trying to fool? Being concerned is the same as being worried and Hiroshi was going to pay for making me feel this way.
So, for the second time that day, I pulled out my gun and made my way closer to the bed. I was a little surprised that Hiroshi hadn't heard me yet, since I wasn't exactly being quiet or anything, but I thought nothing of it. He was probably still asleep after all.
"Nakano Hiroshi! You have alot of explaining to do!" I exclaimed as I pressed the butt of the gun to the back of his head.
The red head slowly rolled on to his back, almost oblivious to the gun which moved to the side of his head. He opened his dark grey eyes and looked up at me. It was like he wasn't even there, like his soul had been taken away from him...
I unconsciously took a step back and lowered my gun. What had happened to him? Why was he looking like this. It looked like he hadn't bathed in days. His usually dark red hair looked almost black now and lay limply on his head in greasy clumps. His clothes were wrinkled and seemed to stick to him and I could have sworn that he lost some weight.
"Hiroshi-kun...," I said quietly as I sat down on the bed, cringing a bit as I sank down into the unclean sheets. "What's up? Why weren't you at practice? Feelin' a little under the weather?"
Hiroshi didn't respond to me right away, in fact, he seemed to look past me, as if he were trying to come up with some thing to say. After a minute, he looked back up at me, his eyes a little more clearer then before.
"I guess you could say that," he said quietly, before avoiding my gaze once again.
I hnn'ed softly, knowing that there was more to this but I really didn't want to pry it out of him. I was his manager and even though I'm supposed to be concerned about my musicians, I wasn't supposed to butt into their personal lives. Still, I couldn't help but worry about Hiro. Whatever happened to him must have been big. I've never seen him act like this before, it was actually starting to scare me.
"Up on your feet Hiro-kun," I said as I put my gun back in its spot and got to my feet.
Hiroshi looked up at me hesistantly, as if debating whether to listen to me or not, before he sat up and swung his legs off the bed. He stayed like that for a moment before finally getting to his feet. He swaggered a bit before he fell forwards and I caught him in my arms. I didn't notice it, but my breathing quickened as I stood Hiroshi back on his feet, keeping my arms around his waist to keep him steady. He just seemed so weak...
"When was the last time you ate, Hiro-kun?" I asked.
"I-I don't know," he admitted, not even trying to pull out of my hold.
"Okay, we'll get some food into you but first things first, let's get you cleaned up," I said as I started pulling him towards the bathroom.
"What do you mean? You're going to give me a bath?" he asked, and I noticed a faint blush appear over the bridge of his nose. How cute...
"Of course. I wouldn't want you to pass out and drown in the bathtub. That's a horrible way to die!" I smirked as I made him sit down on the toiler so I could begin running the bath water. "Anyways, we're both guys so it's not like you have anything that I haven't seen before."
Hiroshi was pretty silent as I filled the bathtub up with warm water and bubbles, then searched through the cupboards for towels and some wash cloths. I knew that a nice bath would be able to work wonders on him, they always did for me.
"You don't expect to take a bath in your clothes do ya?" I asked as I turned the water off and set the towels aside. "Or do you need some help getting them off?"
I couldn't help but smile as Hiroshi stuttered, blushed then shook his head no. He was really adorable when embarassed... I'd have to try and catch him off guard more often. As the red head began to undress, so did I. Like I had told him before, it's not like either of us had something that the other didn't, plus I though he might need some help in the tub and some added support. Not to mention I -really- wanted to wash that long, gorgeous hair of his, make it all silky and shiny again.
What?!? Where did -that- come from? Gorgeous hair? I've only thought that about my own golden locks before... why am I thinking the same about Hiro-kun?
"K-san?" Hiro spoke up, and I looked over at him, instantly forgetting what I was just thinking about. The nineteen year old was simply breath-taking. Every inch of his tan body seemed so warm, smooth and... perfect. I just never noticed it before because unlike Shuichi, he liked to remain covered up during concerts. My God though! I wonder if there was a way that I could convince him to show a little more skin...?
"K-san!" Hiro repeated, sounding a little irritated this time.
"Yeah? What is it?"
"I'm ready now..."
I nodded and went over to him, wrapping my arm around his waist once again to keep him steady as I brought him over to the bathtub. I helped him get in and settled then started taking my own clothes off again.
I noticed the look he gave me, his eyebrow arched and his lips pursed as he watched me undress. I smiled again at him.
"What? Unlike you, I've been working all day and could use a little bathtime, even if it is with you."
He looked away again, the blush reappearing as he muttered an 'I'm sorry'.
"Forget about it. Just scooch up a bit, Hiro-kun so I can slide in behind you."
Hiroshi did as I told him to, and withing a few moments we were in the tub together, the red head sitting between my legs. He seemed tensed up though, he was probably still embarassed by this whole situation. Oh well! He'd just have to live with it!
Before I had settled in the tub, I had unhooked the shower hose so I could wash Hiro's hair and I turned it on then, making sure to get his hair nice and wet. Once I was sure it was damp enough, I began running my fingers though it, gently coaxing out any tangles that had made their home in it over the past few days. As I worked at restoring Hiro's hair to the way it used to be, I talked softly to him, just about anything that came to mind and he started relaxing. I didn't really notice it until I started working the shampoo into his hair and he closed his eyes and tipped his head back. Then I heard a soft, almost purring, sound coming from him and I knew that I had already started him on the road to recovery.
Hopefully I'd be able to keep him on that road...
To Be Continued...