Chapter 14:
"Having What You Want, Wanting What You Have"
"So Tsubame... uh... do you... like... stuff?"
Yahiko was at a complete loss for words. Misao had never really told him anything about conversation starters and he had never even considered that they would be talking at all. He only asked for assistance on what was the most important thing he wanted to know about at the time, and that was sex. He had assumed that they would kinda just hop to it and jump into bed; he wasn't really expecting to have to talk to her at all before or after.
Silently, Yahiko cursed under his breath for not considering all the issues he could have stumbled upon in the first place, because now it was too late and he was acting like a total fool in front of the very girl he had been preparing so long for. Yahiko wanted to smack himself silly for saying something as stupid as asking her if she likes stuff, but he kept his hands restrained from doing so since it would most likely make him look even more idiotic.
"Um... I like most stuff..." Tsubame said with a shrug and Yahiko nodded in understanding, although he was screamingly angry at himself beneath the completely fake grin.
'Of course she likes stuff, you idiot!' Yahiko scolded himself for the umpteenth time of that night, 'Man, I knew I was gonna screw up... Maybe I should just get someone to sew my mouth closed, that way I won't ever have to be blamed for saying something stupid in front of pretty girls like Tsubame ever again! Or any girls for that matter! Crap, Tsubame's looking at you! Smile!'
Yup, communication skills were definitely not his best subject as Tsubame could tell, but she thought it was just short of adorable that he was nervous around her. She couldn't blame him either; she was really pretty. It was obvious of what she really came here to do and it was also obvious that Yahiko knew it too. He had to know. After all, she had hinted and hinted and hinted in all her letters of just what she expected as soon as she got back.
But thinking about what they had both been looking forward to made her blush slightly, now getting nervous too. Here she was, having traveled half across Europe to see a guy she hadn't seen in a year, that she had a huge crush on, and they were both thinking about sex, but they weren't having it! All in all, their lack of sex charges (otherwise known as not being horny) was getting more frustrating than cute.
"So... What are your best memories of high school?" Yahiko asked finally, his question taking Tsubame's concentration off the fact that Yahiko kept itching at his scalp. He knew it was a weird question, extremely random if anything, but it was the only thing he could come up with on such short notice. Yahiko never considered himself too much of a quick thinker.
"Memories of high school? I have a few good ones, but when you travel as much as I do, you don't really get that many by staying in only one place," Tsubame replied, swinging her light green sandals with her arms as she briskly walked beside him along the beach.
The party had been loud, crowded, and well... kinda smelly. It didn't exactly set the mood for what the two had planned so Yahiko had suggested that they take a walk. But without the noise of the party in the background, there was no excuse to stay quiet, but neither had anything to talk about.
Sighing, Tsubame's face suddenly brightened as she spotted a rock nearby and she happily skipped over to it, grateful for an excuse to ease her aching feet. It was about five minutes later and Tsubame had already gotten comfortable in her seat by the time Yahiko realized where she wasn't walking anymore. Embarrassed for not catching on earlier, Yahiko jogged on over and settled down next to her on the huge boulder.
"I have a few good memories with my friends from last year though. Like sleep-overs at Megumi's house, going to the mall with Kaoru, getting advice from Mina, and.... watching you on the internet..." Tsubame continued, her eyes shifting a bit when she mentioned the unforgettable internet incident that had happened last year and she smiled at Yahiko's crimson face color. Seeing that he wasn't up for reminiscing about blowing his load, Tsubame quickly changed the subject to something less... mortifying and personal. "Anyways! I have my good memories of high school, what are yours?"
"Mine? Well, let's see... There's uh... you," Yahiko mumbled out sheepishly and earning himself a sweet smile from Tsubame, "There's hanging out at the diner with Sano and Kenshin, stuff at Saito's parties, prom. You know, all that fun stuff."
"Hm... Well, what's something that you think you're gonna remember for the rest of your life?" Tsubame asked innocently. There was nothing sexual about her question, but the way she was running her hand over Yahiko's knee and thigh was definitely a little distracting; not that he was complaining or anything. Leaning a bit closer to him, Tsubame spoke again. "Is there anything that you think was just so great that it left a big impact on your life? And not just high school, I mean, for your whole life in general."
Yahiko smiled at her question, partly because the first thing, or event, that came to his mind was the time he had spent with Misao at the beach house watching the movie, 'From Hell.' He had been really surprised to see her at his doorstep that day and he was even more surprised when she said that she was concerned about the whole super glue charade. (He still had no idea how in the world she had found out about it since it was only a day later and HE obviously hadn't told her.)
Yahiko smiled at the remembrance of how they both stood up in unison to yell at the stupid characters on screen and ended up shouting out the same things. Sure, they'd been silenced by Saito and everyone else within three yards distance, but they had a great time prancing around and singing, "Can't touch this!" He didn't even want to think about how bad his day could've been if Misao hadn't been there.
With everyone at the house knowing about his 'sticky situation' (pun intended), already that morning, they had all given him the beat down about how stupid they thought he was. Yeah, he knew that confusing super glue with lubricant wasn't exactly something you hear about everyday, but still, he felt dumb enough already without having to hear all their shit. So when Misao showed up at the door, his friends all quieted down and agreed to watch the movie without bugging him. Misao had gotten him through that day and in a way, he was forever grateful. Besides that, it was good to have someone besides himself get scolded for not being quiet during a movie and he always had fun dancing around by himself, but with another person, it was even better.
"Well, this one time, at the beach house, I had just gotten out of the hospital for uh... something and everyone was on my back about it. So Misao showed up and we were watching this movie, I dunno if you've heard of it, but it's called, 'From Hell,' and these people on screen had no idea what they were doing and it was so funny! So I got up and started yelling at them and yelling at them and then Misao joined in too. And then Kaoru got all mad at me for some reason and so me and Misao started singing, "Can't touch this." And then Saito got mad and we just kept singing and singing and no one had any idea what we were doing and it was so funny! Oh! And this one time, at band camp ...." Yahiko suddenly trailed off in his explanation as he finally realized just who he sounded like and he turned away from Tsubame to mutter something under his breath about tales at band camp.
"What? Go on, tell me!" Tsubame urged on, strangely interested in what Yahiko had to say and he gave her a look of puzzlement, "What happened at band camp?"
Yahiko closed his eyes for a moment, remembering that day when he had met up with Misao once again at East Falls and he smiled in memory of his impersonation of the mentally retarded child, "Petey," and his horrible playing of the trumpet in her concert. At the thought of a concert, Yahiko's eyes instantly shot open when he remembered that Misao was having another concert that very night and he quickly stole a glance at his K-Mart watch.
It read seven- fifteen PM, less than half an hour from when Misao's band performance was going to take place, and he quickly glanced over at the driveway of the beach house to where his car was clearly parked. Yahiko sighed as he realized that if he hurried, he'd just make it in time.
"Tsubame... I have to go," Yahiko said finally and he started toward his car, his keys already out of his pocket as he took a step away, but Tsubame latched herself onto his arm like flour to water.
"What?! Why?!" she demanded, frantic and confused. If he left now, there was no telling if she would ever get this opportunity again. This was her last chance to be with him, and if things didn't happen right now, they never would. "Did I say something wrong?" Tsubame asked, her hand still gripping his upper arm, his tan skin so dark compared to her own complexion, "Did I miss something here or what? I thought... I thought we were having a good time..."
"Tsubame, we were having a good time, it's just that... I don't want you to take this the wrong way or anything, but... I can't do this. I mean, I know that you traveled all the way from China to see me, but there's somewhere I really have to be right now and there's someone I really need to see," Yahiko explained, giving her an apologetic look, "I'm really sorry, I just... can't."
"You want... you want the noisy band dork that pinches your nipples?" Tsubame concluded with a nod and Yahiko gave her a small smile.
"Yeah, actually. Yeah, I do," Yahiko replied, his smile growing wider until there was simply no more room left on his face.
Misao was the one that had helped him try and gain what he wanted when, honestly, all he ever really wanted was her. All the funny feelings that made him queasy and ridiculously happy whenever she was around, now began to make sense. Misao was the one that he wanted to be with, it just took him a little while longer to realize it.
"Thanks for understanding, Tsubame!" Quickly, Yahiko planted a kiss on her pale cheek and he ran off to his car without turning back, leaving Tsubame by herself on the rock with an encouraging smile growing on her pretty face, "Wish me luck!"
"Good luck, Yahiko! I'll be rooting for you! You go get your nipples pinched!" Tsubame called after him as his car drove out of the driveway. His car was already half way down the road when Tsubame finally whispered to herself, a tiny sigh escaping her lips, "Misao is one lucky noisy band dork..."
"And our next soloist will be Misao Makimachi on the flute," the man announced on the stage, his voice loud and clear ringing through Misao's pounding ears and she warily stood up on nervous legs. A girl beside her tugged a little on the white sleeve of her collared shirt and gave her a quick thumbs up for luck. Misao faked a smile.
Tired, she gave an exasperated sigh as the band camp counselor announced her name for her to stand up and perform her flute solo up on stage. She was usually so open and outgoing towards even complete strangers, but now, in front of almost three hundred onlookers that she had known practically all her life, Misao could feel her courage slowly melting away.
Hopeful, she scanned her eyes over the audience of the auditorium, looking for Yahiko's spiky black set of hair and Tsubame's brown shag, but it wouldn't have mattered if Yahiko had been in the front row; the lights on her were so bright she wouldn't have been able to distinguish man from woman only a few feet in front of her. And even so, Misao could tell that they were nowhere in sight and she had a pretty good idea about what they were doing instead. The thought brought on another series of bricks piling up on her shoulders for a complete emotional break down. Misao prepared for her legs to give out.
Politely, she curtsied to the man as he took a step back to allow her freedom to the small microphone and the audience gave a light applause. Misao heaved a big breath before wobbling over to her place in the center of the light and carefully bringing the flute up to her lips, she placed her fingers gently over the instrument's holes. She softly blew into the end notch of the flute, bringing out a low tone, and dragging away her breath. Misao continued playing the song with a few more higher notes, a bit dull but still beautiful, when suddenly a huge trumpet's horn was heard in the back of the auditorium. Everyone in the audience turned to stare.
Misao squinted under the light, trying desperately to see just who exactly she was doing a 'duet' with, but by the sounds of the horrible trumpeting, there was definitely a pretty good idea in her mind. She smiled when her eyes came to focus on Yahiko running down the steps of the auditorium and in seeing that she recognized him, he lifted the trumpet up again and let out another instantaneous blow.
"Petey?!" the announcer questioned as he watched the familiar looking boy run down the steps with the golden trumpet and the man turned to his friend standing next to him, "Isn't that Petey? What the hell is he doing here?!"
Misao smiled, her grin reaching from one ear to the other as she raised her flute up again to her mouth and blew, adding to their little song together and in response, she received a loud blare from Yahiko's borrowed trumpet. Ending the song with a few last notes, Misao dropped her hands down at her sides as she watched Yahiko descend down the millions of steps in the back of the stadium, waiting for him to come close enough so she could give him the initial hug.
Yahiko paused again, placing the trumpet to his lips one more time and let out another loud sound that was obviously not at all practiced and he hopped down a few more steps. 'Jesus! I didn't think there were so many damn stairs here!' Yahiko thought as he tried to get down to the bottom as fast as he could. Unfortunately for him, that wasn't very fast. 'Need water... need rest... maybe I should just take a seat and see her later... Aw, get your lazy ass up and go get her! You heard Tsubame! You go get your nipples pinched!'
With that thought in mind and his nipples burning, Yahiko ran down the steps again, but he paused when he was about a third away from the bottom so he could catch his breath, much to the audience's amusement. Yahiko barely noticed the boy he had talked to before, the one that had told him where he could find Misao on his first visit over to band camp, until he irritatingly tapped him on the shoulder.
"You suck, retard!" the boy said, his voice not at all demeaning, but Yahiko could tell that it was meant to sound like it. Yahiko stopped in his tracks, half thankful for the boy's interruption so he could have a moment's rest.
"Blow me!" Yahiko shot back and he lifted up the huge trumpet to the boy's face and blew as hard as he could, quickly extending the rod so that it came into direct contact with the younger boy's nose. This made the trumpet scream out another blaring roar while also muffling the boy's startled cry.
After the boy fell back in his seat and Yahiko finished contemplating if he should hit him with the trumpet again, he ran down the rest of the steps with the instrument high in the air.
It took him eight minutes in total but Yahiko was finally able to get to the bottom of the steps. Eagerly, he ran up the stage, discarding the trumpet to the side as if it were of no importance whatsoever and took up more of his time trying to get to Misao. The counselor frowned at the crude display towards the expensive instrument, but he didn't interfere with Yahiko and Misao as "Petey" went over to embrace her.
Yahiko, sweat overridden on his face because of the huge rush to get there in time and then his run down the millions of stairs, was forced to practically crawl over on his hands and knees to where Misao stood, anxiously awaited him with open arms. Immediately, he stood up from his almost fetal position and grabbed her by the waist, spinning her around in huge circles until they were both too dizzy to remember where they were. Finally, he set her down on the ground, holding her as close as he dared with all the little kids in the audience.
"Yahiko, what are you doing here? I thought you and Tsubame were..." Misao started, but Yahiko cut her off as he placed his index finger to her lips.
"Shh!" he said, smiling brighter than she had ever seen and he pointed at himself.
"How's this for a band camp story?" Yahiko asked, a winning smile playing across his lips as he leaned down and kissed her as best he could, pulling her closer to him and using all the tips and tricks Misao had ever taught him on the subject. Misao smiled against his mouth, thinking all the while of what a great job she did in teaching him all he knew.
"Come on, everybody! Give it up for Petey!" a man yelled from the audience and the entire crowd exploded in an uproar of applause, almost startling the couple out of their kiss.
Suddenly remembering where they were, Yahiko and Misao reluctantly pulled away, only to realize that they had an entire crowd of spectators on their hands. Smiling nervously, Yahiko took hold of Misao's hand and they both bowed and curtsied before the crowd, their deafening clapping exceeding in it's volume.
"Let's go, Bitch," Misao said, offering her hand to his and he gladly accepted it before they both climbed down from the stage, running out of the auditorium hand in hand as even the young boy, now with a bloody nose and a bruised ego, cheered the happy couple on.
Meanwhile, Chou lazily stood in the doorway of the kitchen, a cup of beer in each hand, one intended for himself, the other for whoever the "lucky" girl was that had the misfortune to get hit on by him. Of course, Chou didn't think this.
'Sweet digs,' Chou thought with a nod of approval as he overlooked the party and it's guests. He was looking for something original; someone that stood out from the crowd, someone that grabbed his attention, someone with... Chou's thoughts trailed off as he unconsciously gave his full concentration to a very pretty looking red haired woman standing in the corner by herself. 'Well, whadda ya know? Sweet ladies too. Mina now has been targeted for Chou-ination...'
Confidently, Chou strolled over to her, his best smile on his face, and he dished out his usual line.
"Mina... The Chou-inator depicts strange heat at a distance of a few meters. Preparing to deploy beer," Chou began as he handed her one of the beer cups in his hand.
Mina wasn't sure if he saw her rolling her eyes and just chose to ignore it or if he really was as thick-headed as she thought and hadn't noticed at all. After a while, Mina started to figure that maybe Chou got off when girls rejected him.
'Good,' Mina thought as she accepted the cup he offered and gulped down as much as she could manage, 'I could use a drink if I'm gonna stand with this creep.' It took only a few seconds, but Mina was successfully able to finish the beer in one long chug. Then, setting it down on the mantle piece of the fire place, she contemplated on whether or not she should just crush the empty cup against Chou's head as he droned on and on about his Chou-inating "skills." Frankly, Mina was getting sick and tired of it and she was sure that the whole world was too and it was time he knew it.
"So the Chou-inator said to him, 'I ain't no broom...'" Chou continued, grinning that stupid grin of his that Mina wanted to smack right off with the heaviest object she could find, but instead, she settled on some other kind of abuse.
"Okay! That's it! Chou, shut up and listen to me," Mina suddenly interrupted, giving him her most serious look that was torn between being majorly pissed off and wanting to pull out all her hair and scream.
None the less, Chou kinda took this as a good sign since she had been listening to him for about two minutes now when most girls would already told him to fuck off. He found the fact that she was actually gonna start conversation as well was also a four star job on his part.
"Yes, Mina?"
"You're a dork," Mina stated bluntly and Chou managed one blink before he stuttered out something along the lines of 'Please repeat previous statement.' Mina sighed even louder. "Think about it. This whole Chou-inator thing isn't working. It hasn't worked before, it's not working now, and it never will. And you can bet your sorry ass that isn't gonna work on me! Think of this as my favor to you and take my advice. You gotta try using some other way to pick-up girls. I mean, seriously, if I wanted to get it on with a machine, I'd go hump the microwave. And I'm sorry to be the one to tell you this, but even the damn refrigerator has more sex appeal than your whole wannabe Terminator act does. And it's NOT because the magnets are shiny!"
"Whoa! Warning! Warning! The Chou-inator does not compute such misuse to the equipment. Don't try to override the system!" Chou exclaimed, sounding slightly hurt and still not able to get the picture that his weird way of speaking was not at all attractive, "Hasta la vista, Mina!"
And with that, Chou walked away, his pride taken down a few notches more than usual after hitting on a girl. What Mina said about his Chou-inator thing was hitting him; and it was hitting him hard. In fact, Chou found that her telling him to fuck off actually would've been a bit more gentle on his ego. It was really pathetic that it took about twenty dozen turn-downs by women until he actually realized that his way of trying to get a girl was not working out the way he wanted it to. For once in his life, the Chou-inator's mind was strangely coming together and he suddenly envied the refrigerator.
Mina watched him go, rolling her eyes at his back as he disappeared down the hall, and she turned to the first beer she saw on top of the mantle of the fire place and she drank it all down in one gulp.
"Freak..." Mina muttered under her breath and she tossed the cup aside into the open fire, watching as the plastic cup burned into black nothings against the blazing flames.
Just then, the front door opened and she looked up to see Kenshin and Kaoru walk through the door, his arm around her shoulders, her arm around his waist, and both smiling so wide Mina thought their faces might crack. Immediately, her annoyance with Chou went down, replaced with happy thoughts that Kaoru and Kenshin were meant to be together. She really was happy for them, but inwardly she sighed, knowing that in Kenshin's perspective, she would always be in the background.
She managed to give Kenshin a smile when he noticed her eyes on them and he returned it and waved her over. Surprised and a little on the reluctant side, Mina strode over to them, a wary smile on her face. For a moment, Kaoru turned her attention away from someone she had been talking to and looked at her friend, and Mina was grateful to see that her face didn't show any signs of preparations for an all out cat fight.
"Kaoru, I know what you must think of me right now, but I think you should hear me out. I just wanted to say that I'm really sorry for being such an idiot and..." Mina began, but Kaoru stopped her with a raise of her hand, the corners of her mouth curving up as she did so.
"No, Mina, it's okay. You don't have to explain anything to me, Kenshin already told me the whole story. I'm not mad at you. Instead, I'm actually a little mad at myself right now. Maybe I was being selfish for not letting you tell me that you had feelings for him, I just thought that you and him didn't get along. It was half my fault for assuming all these wrong things and I hope we can still be friends," Kaoru suggested, a tiny smile on her face and she put out her hand to shake, "I wouldn't want a silly little misunderstanding like this to get in the way of our friendship, Mina. So, truce?"
"Truce," Mina agreed and she gladly took Kaoru's hand to shake, holding it tight in the way she imagined she would on the couple's wedding day, which she knew was probably a lot closer than anyone else thought.
But at the thought of their wedding, a sly smile came across her face and she unexpectedly grabbed Kenshin and Kaoru around their necks, surprising them both when she gave them both a huge bear hug.
"So, now that that's all cleared up, we can get back to business. Now, I made sure the pool tables downstairs are not occupied so whatever you guys have planned, heheh, you'll be doing it in your own privacy." This earned her the scene of Kenshin and Kaoru blushing at her well known knowledge about last year's prom activities and Mina laughed at the identical red faces of her friends. "What? You think I didn't know about that?! You've gotta be kidding me... Well, what are you two still standing around here listening to me for?! Go already!" Mina encouraged and she gave them a light push over to the basement, "Come on! Don't make me sing!"
Immediately, Kaoru ran for the steps at that and Kenshin, smiling, mouthed a little 'thank you' to her before he opened the door that led down to the basement. Placing his hand on the small of Kaoru's back, they quickly climbed down the steps, and locked the door behind them.
Relieved, Mina gave a happy sigh, her hands on her hips as she shook her head at the two. 'It looks like the best woman won then, huh?' Mina thought to herself, 'Dang! I'm STILL not drunk yet? Well, better go work on that...'
Completely motivated to get herself wasted, Mina walked down the hall to the kitchen, passing by a very depressed looking Tsubame at the kitchen counter, twirling her mixing straw in her beer cup and boringly blowing bubbles into it.
Chou, also in a depressed state, plopped down in the seat next to her, his hair losing some of it's gravity-defying height as it flopped over to the side, mirroring his lack of enthusiasm to the way the night was turning out. He made no move to fix it.
"Life's a bitch, ain't it?" Chou muttered, taking a random beer cup off the counter and he drank it down half-way. Tsubame didn't bother to answer and Chou didn't fail to notice. "It's okay, you don't have to answer me. I'm used to being ignored by now, laughed at, had rumors about, the whole nine yards... Come on, Chou, be the 'Chou-inator! Hmph, what a load a crap..."
"The Chou-inator? Oh! Like the movie! That's pretty clever," Tsubame said with an amused laugh and she turned her attention to the guy next to her for the first time.
She had seen him around school before, but never really talked to him. Tsubame was sure that she heard a rumor about some guy named Chou going around school last year; something about him and a girl named Kamatari. Either way, she wasn't about to remember it. (Lucky for Chou, Tsubame left the school before prom so she wasn't there to hear that Kamatari was a guy and see Chou wet his pants in front of the entire senior class.)
"Yeah, okay, I get it. Maybe I am a dork," Chou admitted, not quite understanding the fact that Tsubame had just complimented him on his Chou-inator act. After all, he wasn't used to it. "I can't believe I lost to a fridge..."
At the mention of him being a dork, Tsubame turned to fully face him, suddenly interested in how this conversation was turning out. Her eyes scanned over him like a hawk targeting it's prey and she realized that he was, in fact, a dork; which just happened to be exactly what she had been looking for this whole time and a wide smile crossed over her pretty features.
"You ARE a dork!" Tsubame exclaimed excitedly and she happily grabbed his hand, "Quick! Say dorky things!"
"Huh?!" Chou asked in confusion, not sure if she was interested in him or if she just wanted another reason to make fun of him. He chose the first one. "Okay, um... I am the Chou-inator. Stuff like that?"
"Yeah! More!" Tsubame demanded, getting very intrigued in his strange appeal to her. But with every minute that Tsubame got more interested, Chou got more encouraged and well, even though only a couple of seconds passed by, he felt like he could take over the world.
"I AM the Chou-inator. A crazy sex robot sent back through time to change the life of one lucky lady! You, Tsubame, have been targeted for Chou-ination. Come with me if you want to live!" Chou said, whipping out his 'best' line as he grabbed her hand and lead her up the stairs, Tsubame laughing behind him.
"Okay, now it's time for you to DO dorky things!" she commanded as she pushed him into the nearest unoccupied room upstairs, her voice almost threatening, and the door slammed shut in seconds.
Meanwhile, there were two specific people that had been observing the insane act from the sidelines and had now successfully accomplished the task of hitting their jaw to the carpet.
"No FUCKING way!" Mina and Saito exclaimed in unison as they saw the two people that were complete opposites run up the stairs together and well... the rest was just unmentionable.
Realizing their shared shock, Saito and Mina slowly turned to each other, and it suddenly occurred to them the person standing next to them wasn't that bad looking. Mina raised an eyebrow, Saito smirked, and all the while both looked each other up and down, checking out the merchandise with slight nods of approval here and there. Mina was the first to snap out of it as she realized just who she was considering her potential one night stand victim to be.
"Forget it," Mina said with a shake of her head, changing her mind of any thoughts of hooking up with the narrow eyed jerk.
"Yeah, not like you had a chance!" Saito recovered, drawing in another breath from his cigarette and they both turned away from each other. Mina quickly headed back over to the keg, thinking that she must've had way too much to drink if she was actually considering sleeping with Saito, and Saito walked over to the door, which had been ringing for about two minutes already, and tried to stop the visions he had earlier of mentally undressing her.
"Alright, alright, I'm gettin' there! Jesus, would you just hang on for one damn second..." Saito grumbled at the closed door and he finally flung the thing open. His voice slowly trailed off when he caught sight of Yumi and Shura standing in the doorway, pleasant smiles on their faces, like the most innocent of angels. Fortunately, Saito already knew what kind of 'angels' these girls were. "What the hell do you chicks want? This isn't no lesbian party. Try the house down the street." Saito then motioned to the house across the way to prove his assumption, but neither Yumi or Shura made any move from their place in the doorway. Instead, the two women exchanged confused glances.
"Lesbians? We never said that," Shura said, looking over at Yumi with a puzzled face, "Did you say we were lesbians?"
"Nope. We never said we were lesbians," Yumi clarified with a shrug of her shoulders and she turned back to Saito, "Where did you hear that, Hajime?"
"Whoa, hold up a second here! So you mean to tell me that you two are completely straight and just grab each others' asses a lot?" Saito asked, completely forgetting about his resent for his first name, and after a nod from both women, Saito's eyes widened in anticipation, "I see... Okay, hear this now 'cause I won't say it again: I will do anything to sleep with you chicks! I'll grab anybody's ass in this entire house! Hell, I'll go across the street and grab the neighbor's ass if you want! I'll kiss anyone and everyone in this room! Guys, chicks, everybody! I'll shave some ass if they need it! I'll...!"
"Hajime, what's going on?" Tokio asked as she stepped up from behind Shura and Yumi, just arriving from her house in Tokyo and she gave her boyfriend a perplexed look, "What about shaving someone's ass?"
"Tokio! Uh.... you're here! Now! With me! Uh... well, you see, about that stuff I was just saying, I uh..." Saito stumbled, glad that nobody around knew him well enough to throw it in his face that Hajime Saito actually had nothing to say. Uncertain, Saito looked from his girlfriend to the two said-to-be-lesbians and back.
"See ya, ladies!" Saito announced and before Yumi or Shura could utter a word of protest, he shoved them out the door. Quickly, he grabbed Tokio's arm, pulling her inside and into his arms and he confidently put his arm around her, all in one fluid motion. He had no trouble at all ignoring Yumi and Shura cursing outside.
"Hey babe!" Saito said over the girls' threatening shouts from behind the door and he turned Tokio's chin to face him when she questioningly looked at the
rattling entrance, "Took you long enough to show up! Now, why don't we continue that whole kinky wine thing again outside, hm? But uh... let's try and keep it
strictly wine this time, okay?"
A/N: Chou and Tsubame? Yeah, I know... Wrong in more ways than one. ^^ That's what happened according to the movie so don't blame me! Blame = flames = me no happy. Sorry for not updating in forever. Got kinda caught up in "All I See Is Black And White." Newayz, I'll try to update faster. It helps if you click that little button at the bottom of the screen and gimme some encouragement! nudge, nudge, hint, hint