A/N: Hey y'all! I finally update! Hehehe ^^;;; Sorry!!!! Midterms are here, so yeah. I decided to update before I go on vaca and forget about this. Enjoy! =)
Of course, this is always, always, always dedicated to everyone who reviewed. Thanks y'all!
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"So, Akito." Sana smiled nervously at the male in front of her. Akito looked at her and waited. "Um, how was your week?" Akito merely shrugged and looked away. Sana smiled sheepishly and continued to fiddle with her straw. After three days, Sana finally had enough time to call him and over the phone, they agreed to go out for a small bite and perhaps a walk around the park, if it didn't rain. Unfortunately, after they arrived there, both were unusually shy and not willing to talk.
Akito heard Sana sigh and glanced at her. With his eyes on the fish tank near their table, he asked. "How was yours?"
Sana immediately brightened. He finally said his first words after his order. "Very tiring but eventful! For example, during one of our scene breaks, we—the actors—went back to our trailers to rest and Naozumi happened to be hungry! Since those trailers came equipped with some food and microwave, he tried to make something—I think maybe it was frozen pizza—and he ended up leaving it on when break was over and his whole trailer caught on fire! Boy, were the directors mad! Firemen came and then--" Sana stopped. "Uh, am I talking too much?"
Akito smirked and shook his head. Sana smiled happily and continued her tale. Soon as she finished, their orders arrived along with some fans, hoping for an autograph.
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"Please come again!" The manager called out, as the couple stepped into the streets. Akito waited outside as Sana got her dry umbrella. There was no rain, yet, so both decided to go get some air. They started their way in silence but screaming fans shortly interrupted it.
"Ohmigod!!! THERE'S KURATA SANA!!!!" They rushed past the red light and were running towards the poor boy and girl.
"Sorry," Sana said meekly.
"Not your fault," Akito said, scowling at the crowd and grabbed Sana's hand. He started running and soon, Sana began to run too. The crowd was still behind them when the two ran into the park. The Gods seemed to enjoy the scene, for it started to rain at that point.
It was twelve full minutes of running, until all the fans scattered, due to the weather. Sana and Akito finally collapsed on the benches of the gazebo. The rain pounded hard against the roof as both teens panted. Sana smiled weakly at Akito.
"Really am sorry," she said again when they calmed down.
"Not your fault." He looked at her umbrella. "Looks like you bought that for nothing."
Sana followed his gaze and smiled sheepishly. "We can always use it when we walk out later." She looked out and then back at Akito. "Maybe we should go home, before lightning comes."
"Afraid of it?" Akito smirked. Sana glared at him, then smirked back.
"You wish," Sana crossed her arms against her chest.
"I do?"
"Yup!" Sana closed her eyes and put her arms in the air, making different movements. "So you have a reason to hold me while you comfort me, kiss my tears away, and--"
Her eyes popped open as she felt Akito's arms around her. He spoke into her ear, his warm breath tickling her. "Who said I needed the lightning to do all that?" Sana squirmed, as her face grew hot.
"Cause then you'd just be a pervert," she near whispered. Akito chuckled and dropped his voice to her level.
"Who said a guy doing all that to his girlfriend was a pervert?" He kissed the side of her neck. Sana squirmed even more, but managed to think of a retort.
"Who said I was your girlfriend?"
"I did." Akito gently spun Sana around and kissed her on the lips. Even though she wanted to prove she wasn't such an easy catch or make him ask first, it was quite hard at the moment. They broke apart and Akito smirked for the umpteenth time. "Are you going to say otherwise?"
Sana opened her mouth and closed it again. She cursed under her breath and buried her red face in Akito's chest. Akito snorted but felt disturbingly ecstatic. At that point, Sana broke from his embrace and bought her mallet to hit him a few times.
"What are you--" Akito didn't have a chance to finish his sentence as Sana gave him a quick kiss.
"Now we're even."
Akito stared at her and tried hard not to smile. "Not exactly," he replied, getting closer to his new girlfriend.
"Don't start with me," warned Sana as she backed away.
"What are you gonna do? Hit me?" Akito gave her a sneer as he went near to her. Sana's heart pumped in excited fear.
"Kill you, is more like it," she said, taking more steps back.
"Try." Akito began running after her and they went out into the rain. Sana laughed uncontrollably at how far behind Akito was but had shut up soon as he gained speed. Sana let out a small curse and inwardly smacked herself. These guys get me to cuss more and more! She ran out of the park and checked behind her. Akito was a few steps behind her and was about to get her.
They ran all the way to Sana's house before Sana lost some of her strength and nearly tripped. Akito grabbed her wrist and sent her sprawling across his chest.
"You seem to get familiar with this area," he murmured. Sana pulled away and pouted. Akito finally got one good glance at her and if it wasn't for his self-control, he would have already gone red. Her clothes clung to her body and water ran down her skin. "You, uh, might want to cover her," he snorted at her.
"Wha?" Sana looked down and blushed. "Pervert!" She bought out her mallet but Akito grabbed bother her hands and pulled her in for another kiss.
"You forgot your umbrella, by the way," he said after backing away. He smirked at her and ran off.
"STUPID AKITO!!!" Sana threw her mallet after his shaking figure. Probably laughing at me, she half-smiled. Her eyebrows were still pulled down. "YOU BETTER CALL!" She shook her head, clearing the drops form her bangs and stared at the figure once more. A grin grew at the thought of being his girlfriend and walked into her home.
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"Tejuki-sensei! Tejuki-sensei!" Yuta waved furiously from his seat. The teacher looked over to the black-haired student and raised an eyebrow.
"Can I help you, Takaishi-san?"
"Where's 'eiichi—I mean, Keiichi?" Tsuyoshi interrupted. Yuta threw a paper ball at his friend's head. Tsuyoshi whipped around and glared at him, before turning back.
"Yamaaki-san is absent due to a sickness. A fever, I believe," Tejuki-sensei said. "Now if we can get on with the lesson," he turned back to the blackboard.
From his seat, Akito looked suspicious. When he last called her, Sana was sick, too. He shook his slightly and turned his gaze out the window. Probably just a coincidence.
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"We should call 'eiichi, shouldn't we?" Tsuyoshi asked, draped over his bed.
"We don't have his number," Naozumi reminded him, looking at the magazine in his hand. "This is the car I want—but I want it in blue."
"That looks gay, man," Yuta laughed. "That's better," he pointed to another.
"Don't you think he's a bit weird?" Tsuyoshi spoke up again. Akito, sitting on the bed next to Tsuyoshi's head and not really paying attention to the TV, turned to his friend.
"Whatta ya mean?" Yuta asked.
"I mean… well, he never gave us his number, add.*, email, all them junk."
Naozumi turned his gaze to Tsuyoshi, too. "And how he always has 'last-minute' plans."
Yuta cleared his throat and fidgeted. "Plus…" Everyone stared at him.
"Plus what?" Naozumi demanded.
"Tell us, 'kaishi." Tsuyoshi prompted.
"Well, it could just be my imagination," Yuta said, scratching his head. "But I think he's gay."
"What?!" Tsuyoshi and Naozumi cried out.
"He never joins in our conversations on girls and when he does, he's all stuttering. I also saw him checking out guys during our litto mall trip."
"He probably likes 'yama," Naozumi snickered. Akito shot him a look. "Seriously, man, he checks you out!"
"I think I saw that once," Tsuyoshi stated.
"Aww, aren't ya a hot guy? Ya attract both genders," snorted Yuta, clapping a hand on Akito's shoulder.
"Only one gender, stupid, if any at all," Akito muttered.
"We just said 'eiichi stares at ya," Naozumi rolled his eyes.
"Look who's calling out stupid," Yuta laughed.
"He's a girl," Akito said. The rest of the guys stared at him and all collapsed in laughter.
"If he wasn't our friend, I'd agree. No muscles, checks out guys—man!" Naozumi smirked.
"I mean, she's a girl." Akito rolled his eyes.
"Huh?" Tsuyoshi asked, sitting up.
"Had those pathetic fights the other day at P.E, remember?" Akito sighed, leaning back against the wall.
"Yeah, I got that part down," Yuta nodded slowly. "Ya had to fight 'eiichi first, right?"
"One of my attacks was punching him in the chest and I felt--" Akito cleared his throat.
"Are ya sure?" Tsuyoshi asked. Akito looked at him. "Right."
"Well, why would a female be at our school? She could just go to Hona Academy—the one Fuka and them goes to." Yuta frowned in confusion.
"She could be Sana," Akito said slowly.
"WHAT?!" All the guys stared at Akito again in awe.
"Since when are you on first name basis with her?" Naozumi asked. "Last time I checked, you hated her."
"Not only that, why would she be 'eiichi?" Tsuyoshi looked doubtful. "Specifics, please."
"Little things." Akito shrugged. "She's down with a fever. So's 'eiichi."
"How would you know if she's sick?" Yuta asked.
"And yo, answer my question!" Naozumi shouted.
A knock on the door stopped Akito from speaking. "Tsuyoshi, dear, please ask your friends to quiet down a bit."
Rolling his eyes, Tsuyoshi called out, "Aye, Mom."
"Thank you, honey—oh, and I have cookies."
"Come in," Tsuyoshi got up and opened the door. His mom smiled at everyone and set the cookies on the floor.
"Did you want anything else to drink?" She asked gently. Everyone shook their heads and said their thanks. "Alright, just come out if you need it." She went out and Tsuyoshi closed the door. He went back to his bed and plopped on, grabbing a cookie along the way.
"Your mom's so freakishly nice." Yuta said.
"I know," Tsuyoshi said. "Anyway, 'yama?"
"She's my girlfriend," Akito said, nonchalantly, taking a cookie.
"WHAT?!" Cookie bits were soon all over Tsuyoshi's room.
Naozumi coughed. "She's your what, 'yama?" Akito gave him a look. "I know ya hate repeating things, but hey, a man's gonna be sure."
"Girlfriend."
"Girl dash friend, or girl-no-space-friend as in she's-mine-lay-off-I-can-kiss-her-whenever-I-want?" Tsuyoshi asked, pushing his glasses up his nose.
"What do ya think?" Akito asked, exasperated.
"I'll take my chances with the second one," Tsuyoshi said, clearing his throat.
"Ya said there was other shit," Yuta said, reaching for another cookie.
Naozumi shook his head. "No way—later. First tell how ya became Sana's boyfriend."
"Oh, yeah, what happened?" Yuta crunched on his cookie. "I want milk."
"Go," Tsuyoshi pushed Yuta's shoulder forward with his foot.
"Can't ya go instead? It's ya house."
"I don't need milk."
"Please?"
"Oh my, our boy actually knows some manners, dear!" Naozumi drawled to Tsuyoshi. Yuta threw a cookie at him and it smacked Naozumi's head. "Hey!" He threw one back and it flew out the window.
"Loser," crowed Yuta. A cookie hit him in the face and then another whizzed past to Tsuyoshi's bed.
"Hey, I want to eat these!" Tsuyoshi cried, picking the one on his bed up and munching on it. "And I'm sure the rest of you assholes want it, too, huh 'yama?"
"Don't hate it."
"See?" Tsuyoshi threw his friends on the floor a look. They grumbled and reluctantly gave up their cookie throwing.
"I still need my milk." Yuta looked at Tsuyoshi. Tsuyoshi stared back.
"Go get it yaself, 'kaishi and 'yama, answer my freaking question!" Naozumi waved a cookie around.
"Better not say anything till I come back, yo," Yuta warned, getting up and dusting his pants. "How do I address ya mom anyway?"
"Ms. Sasaki, obviously," Tsuyoshi rolled his eyes. Minutes later, Yuta came back with a tray, trying hard not to lose his balance.
"Since I'm sucha kind person, I bought it for everyone." Yuta set the tray down on the table and grabbed a glass. "But ya lazy asses can stand up and grab it for yaself."
"My mom made ya bring it, right?"
"No—I toldja it's cause of my kindness," Yuta popped Tsuyoshi's head.
"Whatever. Now, 'yama, I believe ya had some info for us…?" Tsuyoshi got up and grabbed a glass for himself. He drank half the cup and gave himself a milk mustache. "Ya wanna share in.* or not?" Akito gave him a look and turned his glance back at the TV. "Apparently not."
"It's all good man," Naozumi said, bringing out his cell phone. "I got her number right here." He clicked a few buttons and stopped. "Last chance, 'yama." Akito continued to stare at the TV. "Okay, then--"
"Wait," Tsuyoshi said. "Put it on speaker." He grabbed his private phone and gave it to Naozumi.
"Even better," Naozumi laughed and dialed. Someone picked up and soon, a weak feminine voice filled the room.
"Hello?"
"Sana?" Naozumi asked into the speaker.
"Who's this?"
"'zumi and the gang."
"Oh hey!" Sana cleared her throat and tried to sound louder and perkier. "How are you all?"
"Better than you," laughed Yuta. "Ya feeling alright?"
"I will be," Sana said, sneezing.
"Good ta know," Tsuyoshi smiled, even though she couldn't see him. "We called to check up on ya…"
"…And ask some questions." Naozumi finished, grinning at Akito's back.
"Okay…" Sana said, nervously. "If this has to do with that poor blue jay…"
"Nope—but get back to that later," Yuta smirked. "We called to ask about 'yama."
"Oh!" Sana immediately brightened. "Ask away then!"
"You certainly like this subject," Yuta grinned wickedly. "Is he really your man?"
Sana growled. "Stupid Akito. He tricked me."
"Moron—I didn't do anything. You agreed on your own," Akito snorted, finally joining the conversation.
"WHO YA CALLING A MORON?!" After that outburst, the males could hear Rei come in and try to calm Sana down.
"Moron." Akito smirked.
"Shaddap!" Sana retorted. "Stupid!"
"Now, now, children. Flirt later. Talk now," Tsuyoshi laughed.
"Yeah—how did this happen?" Yuta asked.
"We're hurt—both of ya went behind our backs!" Naozumi faked an expression to Akito who merely gave him a glance. Sana laughed weakly from the other line.
"Sorry about that. It kinda just happened. Ask Akito. He did everything."
Yuta, Naozumi, and Tsuyoshi all looked at Akito. "She's the one who flaunted herself." He shrugged.
"I WHAT?!"
"Flaunted. Would you like a dictionary? I could go--"
"SHADDAP! I KNOW WHAT IT MEANS AND I DID NOT FLAUNT--"
"You didn't protest."
"LIKE I HAD A CHOICE!"
"You could have pushed me away.
"I—I—SHADDAP!" The males laughed at Sana's reaction, knowing she was probably red-faced by now.
"Hang up—let her rest." Akito told Naozumi.
"Aye, captain," Naozumi saluted fakely. "Say ya good-byes now, dearies," he batted his eyes at Tsuyoshi and Yuta. The two flipped him off but did as he told. "Get better soon," Naozumi said into the phone.
"Thanks."
"Hey, wait, what was it about the blue jay again?" Tsuyoshi suddenly asked.
"Oh, look, I gotta go! Bye guys! Someone smack Akito for me!" Sana said and hung up. The guys excluding Akito chuckled.
"Well, now we know something," Yuta nodded gravely as Tsuyoshi smacked Akito and Naozumi hung up.
"That would be…?" Naozumi asked. Akito kicked Tsuyoshi back.
"Akito's a real man, after all." Yuta received a kick from Akito.
"Yeah," Naozumi laughed. He cleared his throat and imitated Sana. "Ask Akito. He did everything," all the guys laughed until Akito kicked Naozumi, too. Yuta and Tsuyoshi only laughed harder.
"Didn't ya notice something, though?" Akito asked, after they quieted.
"Like how she dodged the questions?" Tsuyoshi asked.
"Ya musta have done something reeeal good," Yuta smirked.
"No idiot—you realized how she knew who 'zumi was talking about when he said 'kaishi and all that?"
"Well, she's a smart girl," Yuta shrugged. "And there is only four of us."
"She didn't ask why we didn't call 'yama, 'kito, though," Tsuyoshi mused.
"It's just another coincidence…" Naozumi frowned. "Right?"
"Maybe," Yuta puffed his cheeks out. "We should be sure."
"What do ya propose we do?" Tsuyoshi asked in a fake foreign voice.
"I say—we spy." Yuta grinned.
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A/N: And another chapter done! Hehe! Two more to go! Yay!
By the way, for the two stars…
*Add.: Meaning address
*In. or not: Meaning "Involuntarily or not"
Yanno, I realized Akito doesn't really talk "Gansta talk" as I put it. He's more polite, haha.
Welp, that should be all. Please R/R people! Your reviews really make my day! =) Till next time—which will be soon, I hope—ja bye bye!