Write It Down
A/N: It's better that you just get used to my slow updates. I don't write without a proper inspiration and it usually takes a while for that to appear. I know, bad way to write. Heard about it a dozen times before. Oh, and by the way. In case it hasn't occurred to someone, this thingy will turn into yaoi at some point.
Anyways, I hope you like this chapter. Next time you get to return to Aya's thoughts. ^^
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Still from Yoji's POV
Chapter 4 : Consequences
The poem did work. It really did, but not quite in the way I would have preferred. The point, in it's original form, had been to lure my ladyfriend into giving her honest opinion about my satin sheets after a closer inspection, but since, as I now noticed, she was very, very stubborn female, the lyricism didn't affect her in that way. True, she melted a little more after every line, but after I had finished she didn't crawl to me over the table and force the poor old me to carry her to my apartment without even paying for the food we ate. No, no, no. She began praising my skills as a writer and made a prediction that I might be the next Shakespeare (at this I made a mental not to deliver the message to Aya and then run before he could slice me with his sword) also telling me never to give up such a gift I had been given.
Worse, even, she asked me if I could tell her more with my poetic phrases. Sometimes I really do cherish the fact that being the biggest ladies' man in all Japan has taught me how to come up with clever explanations in a blink of an eye. To her, I declared that all I felt was put down into those few lines. What would more words do when my feelings were honest and simple?
She melted a little more and I was slowly beginning to fear that there would be nothing left of her after the date had finished. Just a bloody puddle.
So, there I was, parking my car outside Koneko after driving her home and deciding a date for our next dinner. I was smoking my third cigarette after dropping her off and kissing her goodnight and slowly started to feel myself calming down.
It wasn't a bad date anyway. She just was one of those who wanted to take it slow. Damn. I should get a radar for women like her.
I searched through my pockets, hoping to find my key. After few moments of hopeless search I gave up and kicked the wall beside the door. Damn it. The evening was slowly turning into a really bad one.
I took few steps back from the wall and looked through the other three's windows, hoping to see even a faintest sight of life inside. Of course, my night would not have been perfect unless the only one of my teammates still being awake would not have been Aya. I groaned, I cursed and hit my head to the wall before picking up a small rock and throwing it to Aya's window. I prayed to whoever might have been listening that the window would not break.
Luckily, if I had any, the window remained undamaged. Unfortunately, Aya's face, when it finally appeared to the window, was looking quite pissed. I hoped I hadn't woken him up. No normal person would have even stirred in their sleep if someone threw a rock to their window, but Aya, again... Well, he was Aya.
The redhead opened the window and even in the dark I could see him use his patented 'Die-at-this-instant-please'-glare at me. I grinned sheepishly.
"Lost my keys," I declared. Aya looked up to the sky and obviously sighed since his whole being seemed to be somewhat agonized. At least we would never have to fear that Aya didn't get enough oxygen; his casual sighing covered his oxygen needs pretty much entirely.
Aya disappeared from the window and I could see a light lit up in the room and thought that he might actually bother coming down and opening the door for me.
I heard a chink at my feet and looked down. Aya had taken the effort and thrown me his keys. Thanks a lot, Iceman.
"Return them on your way up," he commanded and closed the window. I grimaced at to the windowpane. Stupid, 'I-don't-care-for-others' -Aya.
I finally got the door open and managed to keep the key safe. I could only imagine what Aya would have done to me if I had lost the key. Or rather, where would he hide my corpse if I lost it.
I had an urge to kick something and the first thing in my sight received the honor of being my target. Sadly or not, it was a ceramic flowerpot. Great. Aya would bury me alive for that.
Dragging my being up the stairs and then to Aya's door didn't much get my spirits up. I was living in a place that depressed me. Yay for that.
Trying my best to look calm I knocked at Aya's door. It flew open immediately, revealing a pissed off Aya who had his arm stretched out and palm open, waiting for me to drop the key. If he attempted to annoy me, he succeeded. I looked at him for a while and then threw the key to him. To his face, to be more specific.
While he was still confused and gathering up his strength to 'shi-NE' me I tilted my head sideways and grinned at him.
"Thanks for letting me borrow," I said and slammed the door close.
I really needed a full pack of cigarettes and if that wouldn't do, a bottle of strong alcohol certainly would.
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The morning brought sunlight and a massive hangover with it. Had 'morning' not been an abstract concept and only a moment during the day I would certainly have strangled it there and then with my wire and the shoot few bullets at its lifeless form.
I have murderous thoughts towards certain times of the day. Great. My sanity is not what it used to be.
I tried to disappear under my covers after taking a quick look at the alarm clock on my table. I had never understood why I had an alarm clock. I never had much use for it anyway.
It was past ten. My shift had begun at nine. Maybe that roaring Omi behind my door had not only been a drunken nightmare.
I fought with my pillow for a moment since it had decided to get attached with my hair and was not planning to let go. After I won the war against the damned thing I still had to get the rest of my being disentangled from my sheets. That was not such a big deal, since I had gotten used to it, but somehow everything felt difficult this morning.
Yawning and feeling my head explode, I slowly made my way to the bathroom, only to be greeted by a terrible, tired creature with a messy hair in the mirror. I splashed water to my face, brushed my hair, causing it to fall off almost entirely due the damned tangles the damned pillow had made into the damned hair and drank some water to get the taste of shit out of my mouth. Toothpaste helped very much with that issue.
Once I had managed to get myself look as decent as possible I put on my sunglasses to cover the pretty bloodshot-green eyes and walked downstairs to be executed.
The fatal strike of a sharp blade never came. All I got was an angry look from Aya whom I –apparently- was supposed to share the first shift with. Who had given me so many mornings anyway?
I didn't need Aya's command to go and clean up the remains of the pot I had shattered last night.
~* TBC *~
You –know- what I would like to see now. In case you don't: does the word 'review' ring a bell?
A/N: It's better that you just get used to my slow updates. I don't write without a proper inspiration and it usually takes a while for that to appear. I know, bad way to write. Heard about it a dozen times before. Oh, and by the way. In case it hasn't occurred to someone, this thingy will turn into yaoi at some point.
Anyways, I hope you like this chapter. Next time you get to return to Aya's thoughts. ^^
~*~*~*~
Still from Yoji's POV
Chapter 4 : Consequences
The poem did work. It really did, but not quite in the way I would have preferred. The point, in it's original form, had been to lure my ladyfriend into giving her honest opinion about my satin sheets after a closer inspection, but since, as I now noticed, she was very, very stubborn female, the lyricism didn't affect her in that way. True, she melted a little more after every line, but after I had finished she didn't crawl to me over the table and force the poor old me to carry her to my apartment without even paying for the food we ate. No, no, no. She began praising my skills as a writer and made a prediction that I might be the next Shakespeare (at this I made a mental not to deliver the message to Aya and then run before he could slice me with his sword) also telling me never to give up such a gift I had been given.
Worse, even, she asked me if I could tell her more with my poetic phrases. Sometimes I really do cherish the fact that being the biggest ladies' man in all Japan has taught me how to come up with clever explanations in a blink of an eye. To her, I declared that all I felt was put down into those few lines. What would more words do when my feelings were honest and simple?
She melted a little more and I was slowly beginning to fear that there would be nothing left of her after the date had finished. Just a bloody puddle.
So, there I was, parking my car outside Koneko after driving her home and deciding a date for our next dinner. I was smoking my third cigarette after dropping her off and kissing her goodnight and slowly started to feel myself calming down.
It wasn't a bad date anyway. She just was one of those who wanted to take it slow. Damn. I should get a radar for women like her.
I searched through my pockets, hoping to find my key. After few moments of hopeless search I gave up and kicked the wall beside the door. Damn it. The evening was slowly turning into a really bad one.
I took few steps back from the wall and looked through the other three's windows, hoping to see even a faintest sight of life inside. Of course, my night would not have been perfect unless the only one of my teammates still being awake would not have been Aya. I groaned, I cursed and hit my head to the wall before picking up a small rock and throwing it to Aya's window. I prayed to whoever might have been listening that the window would not break.
Luckily, if I had any, the window remained undamaged. Unfortunately, Aya's face, when it finally appeared to the window, was looking quite pissed. I hoped I hadn't woken him up. No normal person would have even stirred in their sleep if someone threw a rock to their window, but Aya, again... Well, he was Aya.
The redhead opened the window and even in the dark I could see him use his patented 'Die-at-this-instant-please'-glare at me. I grinned sheepishly.
"Lost my keys," I declared. Aya looked up to the sky and obviously sighed since his whole being seemed to be somewhat agonized. At least we would never have to fear that Aya didn't get enough oxygen; his casual sighing covered his oxygen needs pretty much entirely.
Aya disappeared from the window and I could see a light lit up in the room and thought that he might actually bother coming down and opening the door for me.
I heard a chink at my feet and looked down. Aya had taken the effort and thrown me his keys. Thanks a lot, Iceman.
"Return them on your way up," he commanded and closed the window. I grimaced at to the windowpane. Stupid, 'I-don't-care-for-others' -Aya.
I finally got the door open and managed to keep the key safe. I could only imagine what Aya would have done to me if I had lost the key. Or rather, where would he hide my corpse if I lost it.
I had an urge to kick something and the first thing in my sight received the honor of being my target. Sadly or not, it was a ceramic flowerpot. Great. Aya would bury me alive for that.
Dragging my being up the stairs and then to Aya's door didn't much get my spirits up. I was living in a place that depressed me. Yay for that.
Trying my best to look calm I knocked at Aya's door. It flew open immediately, revealing a pissed off Aya who had his arm stretched out and palm open, waiting for me to drop the key. If he attempted to annoy me, he succeeded. I looked at him for a while and then threw the key to him. To his face, to be more specific.
While he was still confused and gathering up his strength to 'shi-NE' me I tilted my head sideways and grinned at him.
"Thanks for letting me borrow," I said and slammed the door close.
I really needed a full pack of cigarettes and if that wouldn't do, a bottle of strong alcohol certainly would.
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The morning brought sunlight and a massive hangover with it. Had 'morning' not been an abstract concept and only a moment during the day I would certainly have strangled it there and then with my wire and the shoot few bullets at its lifeless form.
I have murderous thoughts towards certain times of the day. Great. My sanity is not what it used to be.
I tried to disappear under my covers after taking a quick look at the alarm clock on my table. I had never understood why I had an alarm clock. I never had much use for it anyway.
It was past ten. My shift had begun at nine. Maybe that roaring Omi behind my door had not only been a drunken nightmare.
I fought with my pillow for a moment since it had decided to get attached with my hair and was not planning to let go. After I won the war against the damned thing I still had to get the rest of my being disentangled from my sheets. That was not such a big deal, since I had gotten used to it, but somehow everything felt difficult this morning.
Yawning and feeling my head explode, I slowly made my way to the bathroom, only to be greeted by a terrible, tired creature with a messy hair in the mirror. I splashed water to my face, brushed my hair, causing it to fall off almost entirely due the damned tangles the damned pillow had made into the damned hair and drank some water to get the taste of shit out of my mouth. Toothpaste helped very much with that issue.
Once I had managed to get myself look as decent as possible I put on my sunglasses to cover the pretty bloodshot-green eyes and walked downstairs to be executed.
The fatal strike of a sharp blade never came. All I got was an angry look from Aya whom I –apparently- was supposed to share the first shift with. Who had given me so many mornings anyway?
I didn't need Aya's command to go and clean up the remains of the pot I had shattered last night.
~* TBC *~
You –know- what I would like to see now. In case you don't: does the word 'review' ring a bell?