Shadow: Ack. Here's yet another fic I'm going to end up losing interest
in... All reviews will be appreciated, and flames will be used to fry
sausages in my Swirly-Teflon-Coated-Frying-Pan-Of-Doom. Enjoy-ness!
Disclaimer: Shadow don't own it. All she's got is a few pieces of pocket
lint and a couple of notepads filled with creature drawings. It's cool
pocket lint, though.
CHAPTER ONE: THE BET: DAY 01
"So, what do you think, Tala?"
"I think you need to get laid," Tala replies, picking up a french fry off
his plate. He dips in into his sauce, before putting it in his mouth. He
chews for a moment before starting to eye my plate, especially my
cheeseburger. "Are you going to eat that?"
"Laid - what - why -" I break myself off before I begin to blush. He looks
completely unconcerned as he leans over and takes the last of my burger. He
plops it in his mouth and chews, his blue eyes looking up at the ceiling
thoughtfully. He makes a face.
"It tastes like shit. Why do you eat it?" he asks, raising an eyebrow.
"Because, unlike you, I don't have you worry about my weight. Now, why do I
need to get laid?" I demand, glaring at him.
Tala glares back, looking slightly hurt over the comment about his weight.
For some reason, earlier last year, the idiot got the idea into his thick
head that he is overweight. Sure enough, a moment later he asks in an
injured tone, "You think I'm fat?"
I resist the urge to bang my head - or his. Tala has somehow managed to
miss the fact that nearly every person in this café - male and female alike
- has looked at him appreciatively at least once.
Not that they can be blamed, of course - and I say this from a friend's
point of view - Tala is gorgeous. With sparkling azure eyes, perfect skin
and teeth, not to mention and amazing figure and a great ass, it's a wonder
that he hasn't had modeling agents flock to him like bugs to a light. It's
also amazing that I haven't jumped on him.
Oh right - they agents do and I have.
"You do think I'm overweight!" Tala moans miserably, sipping his cola
mournfully.
"Of course you're not, you twap. Now, what's this about me needing to get
laid?" I question. Tala gives me a pleased smile.
"I'm glad you don't think so. I've been working out a lot lately - have you
noticed?" he asks.
"Tala-kun?" I say dangerously.
"Yes, Kai?" he replies, blinking in surprise.
"Less about you - more about me. Why do I need to get laid?" I question,
drumming my fingers against the table.
He raises an eyebrow again and indicates to my hands. "That's why," he
says, snorting, "you have too much excess energy."
I want to gag him. "And who, may I ask, do you suggest I get 'laid' with?"
I purr sweetly, with a dangerous edge to my voice. If Tala picks up on it,
he doesn't react. He reaches over into his bag and fishes around inside for
a moment. He finally pulls out a pad of paper and a pen. Tala chews on the
pen for a moment before he begins to write.
We sit in silence for a moment, the only noise being the soft scratching of
the pen. Tala stops suddenly and looks up at me, smirking.
"Okay, Kai-kun, this is your lucky day!" he says, turning the notepad
horizontal and begins to bang it against the table in a seemingly
professional manner.
"We are going to find you a lay!" Tala says in a singsong voice, starting
to laugh. There is a catcall from the table over.
"I'll lay you any day, baby!"
Tala looks annoyed, as he turns to the side, tilting his head. I look too,
and we both eye the bunch of burly men siting, no, slouching at the table
over.
"Fuck you,"Tala hisses, making me roll my eyes. That probably wasn't the
best comment to say.
"No way - but I'll fuck you!" one of the men says, making the rest of them
start to laugh. The brutes begin clapping each other on the back. I say
brutes because I can't think of a more pleasant word.
Tala sighs and stands up, mouthing 'I'll only be a moment'. I begin to feel
slightly nervous. He wouldn't, would he?
He walks over to the men, swaying his hips suggestively from side to side.
When he reaches the table, he leans down and plants his elbows on the
table, making sure to stick his backside out.
Needless to say, after all that is considered, it's no wonder that some of
the men have stuck their heads out of the booth and behind Tala, and are
leering at him.
There is a soft 'ahem'; signifying that Tala is about to say something
important. All the men look in with excited expressions on their faces.
"Me - Tala Petrov," He says in a firm, commanding voice as he indicates to
himself. He then points over to me.
"He - Kai Hiwatari," he says even louder, catching the attention of the
surrounding booths. Tala then points to himself again, then back to me.
I notice that all the men's faces are starting to turn white along with
the waitress', who has just come to collect our plates.
Then, in the most cheerful tone he can muster, Tala says, "You - perverted
men." He points at each man as he says this.
He smirks for a moment, before walking back over to our booth and picking
up his notepad and scribbling for a moment. He turns back to the men,
holding up a crude drawing of a jail, labeled 'gaol' like they do in
Australia.
"You - perverted men - jail," he purrs, tapping the picture with a perfect
finger. The picture is beginning to look more and more like a badly made
child's play house and less and less like a jail.
The waitress quickly collects our plates and rushes away, most likely to re-
count the situation to her fellow workers. Tala sits down next to me,
instead of across the other side of the booth, and flips back a page on the
notepad and begins writing again, like nothing has happened.
I flick a quick glance back to the burly men in the other booth. They look
shocked. Tala suddenly taps me on the shoulder, drawing my attention back
to him.
"These are the people who I think you should try out," he says, "and you
tell me why or why not you should sleep with them."
For the second time in ten minutes, I stare at him. "Tala-kun."
"What?" he asks innocently.
"You're such a dick," I say bluntly, shaking my head. He shrugs.
"Yeah, I generally get that," he pauses, looking at his list, "Alright
then. Max?."
"First off - I'm under the impression that you think I'm queer," I say,
folding my arms. Tala again shrugs.
"Bisexual at least. C'mon - Max?"
I shake my head. "It's like thinking lewd thoughts about a child. I don't
know how Tyson manages it."
Tala taps his pen against his lips. "I guess I never thought about it like
that. What about Tyson-kun?"
"Too much attitude," I say immediately.
"There's nothing wrong with that, you could handle it." Tala says mildly.
"Emily-san?"
"She doesn't wear enough."
"Oh. Mariah-san?"
"Too much pink."
"Shit, Hiwatari, you're picky. Fine. I was right - I though you were more
gay than straight anyway," Tala mutters under his breath. I glare at him.
"Tala - please." I mutter, rubbing my temples.
He pouts. "Fine! Michael-kun?"
I shake my head. "No, Tala-kun," I groan.
"But why not? Michael is absolutely gorgeous!" Tala exclaims. "I can assure
you he's great," he adds, putting emphasis on the word 'great'.
We both wait for a moment, making sure Michael doesn't pop of nowhere and
say 'thank you' to Tala. Then we both look at each other and open our
mouths at the same time.
"He's just.... no."
"Fine, then. You're being too hard on everyone. You're pointing out their
faults and not their attributes. Hmm." he blinks, then flushes slightly.
"Tala-chan?"
I smirk. "I don't have to think about that one," I purr, cupping his face
in my hands. I quickly duck my head and press my lips against his, nibbling
lightly at his lower lip. He moans contently, and reaches up to thread his
hands through my hair, his fingers tangling. I trail my hands down his
face, down his chest, to his legs, finally coming to a stop at his
backside.
Tala arches up into me, his mouth yielding and wavering under my own. His
fingers tighten their grip on my hair, while I tighten my grip on his rear.
He nips affectionately at my upper lip, before pulling away and looking
back at the list. I remove my hands from his backside, stretching with a
loud yawn.
"I love friends with benefits," I say pleasantly, smirking at the men who
are still in the booth across from us. They're staring. Tala doesn't
answer, nodding absentmindedly as he pours over the list.
"Lei-chan?" he asks curiously.
"No thanks- too reminiscent of a cat..." I say.
"You prick - Anyway, what about Rei-kun? You'd look so cute together!" Tala
says, looking pleased with himself.
I ignore him. He's waiting for an answer, I can tell. But I don't know what
to say.
I don't hate Rei, contrary to the popular belief that I hate everyone. He
does annoy the living shit out of me, but Tala annoys the living shit out
of me too, and before I was just 'snogging' him. It isn't like Rei isn't
nice to look at either. He has light, golden soulful eyes that vary with
his mood. His silky raven hair is gorgeous, and it is always sparkling. He
has a great figure too.
"Okay. I'll put a 1/2 next to Rei-kun's name."
"Bitch," I say mildly, cuffing him gently round the head. I can't keep
anything from Tala.
"Your bitch," he agrees with a chuckle. "Well, you only leave one option
left - " he says dramatically.
"The Majestics? What would I want with that lot, especially MacGregor?" I
question, smirking.
"Exactly," Tala agrees, quickly crossing them all out. "That's why
MacGregor's mine."
"Huh - well, I've changed my mind. I want Johnny MacGregor," I whine softly
in Tala's ear. "I want to kiss him, I want to hug him."
"If you say you want to 'fuck him', you'll be paying the bill for the café,
Kai," he grumbles, using my first name out of annoyance.
I grin at him. "Okay," I say. He shrugs, and buries his head into the crook
of my neck, and pulling both arms around one of my own. I automatically
draw him into me, threading my arms around his waist.
"Tired, hmm? Poor baby," I tease, kissing him on the forehead.
"Soccer. practice. hard. work." he mutters brokenly into my neck, lips
grazing across my skin. I jab him in the sides, making him jump slightly.
"Isn't it funny how we managed to go from the subject of bitbeasts, to me
getting laid?" I question as he shakes his head.
"Not funny - strange." he says, looking up briefly before burying his face
back into my neck.
I smile; pleased he can't see my face.
As much as Tala denies it, he's very intelligent, and the conversations
that I have with him are some of the best I've ever had in my life. So, I
started talking to him after I met back up with him, and our relationship
went from there.
As for a proper relationship, we have dated a few times. Tala is a great
kisser. But, we just never seemed to click as anything more than close
friends, which is completely fine with the two of us.
I still like groping him sometimes just for the fun of it.
He's nearly as close to me as Dranzer is, and he certainly means just as
much.
I know everyone at school is surprised about our friendship, although no
one comments on it, save for Johnny who teases Tala mercilessly about it. I
don't actually mind Johnny - he's a decent guy but I wouldn't be caught
dead in public with him. It's nice though, that Tala has found someone that
he'll stay with for more than a week. He's been with Johnny for around
three months now, which is almost a life time commitment in the case of
Tala. The only ones that have come close to that are Michael and myself,
and Tala has managed in the few years he has been at our school, to nearly
sleep with every male in the vicinity at least once - sadly, that also
includes teachers.
That Michael thing still creeps me out. My whole gym class and I walked
into the gym one day to play a nice game of basketball and, low and behold,
was Michael and Tala -
I don't want to think about it. Again, I'm glad he's with Johnny. The only
annoying thing about the two of them, is that every time Tala gets laid,
the next day he'll walk around singing a song from that blasted Cowboy
Bebop Movie:
"Can you believe me? Still sitting pretty with a pistol in a hand. Living
to love you will you be my man? If I beg, if I plead, would you please,
please, please satisfy me?
Yes - Tala is one of those strange anime otakus. It's cute for the most
part - but often very annoying.
Suddenly, he mutters something into my neck that sounds similar to
'Rangoon'.
I tip his face up from my neck. "Excuse me?"
"Dragoon! You two would be great together!" he asks, clearly pleased with
himself.
"No, Tala."
"Driger?"
"I don't go for bitbeasts, Tala." I protest.
"Dranzer?"
"Excuse me?"
"Draciel?"
"Um - "
"?"
"- Tala -"
"Galeon?"
"- kun -"
"Galux?"
"- please -"
"Galzzy?"
"- will -"
"Trygle?"
"- you -"
"Trygator?"
"-shut-"
"Tryhorn?"
"-up-"
"Grypholion?"
"-before-"
"Emphyllion?"
"-I-"
"Unycolion?"
"-kill-"
"Wolborg?"
"-you?"
"Salamulion?"
"Okay," I agree, pressing my forehead to his. He blinks in shock.
"Um - In or out of the blade, Kai-kun?"
"What do you think, Tala-kun?"
He stares at me for a moment, before blushing heavily. He looks down at his
lap. "Oh God," he mutters, "That's just wrong."
I can barely conceal a grin. "Well, you did ask, Tala-kun."
"The fatal question," he groans, looking at his watch. His bright azure
eyes widen, as he brings his hand to his mouth in shock. "Oh fuck! I'm
meant to meet Johnny in ten minutes!"
"You're eating again? You know, you will get fat if you're not careful," I
say. He gives me a disgruntled look.
"Thanks, Kai-kun. I really appreciate it. If you must know, we're not
eating - I'm just going to watch a movie with him and then we're going out
for coffee," he replies, pulling out of my grasp and standing up. He waves
off the notepad.
"Keep it," he says. I nod. He's just standing there, looking at me with
large, pitiful blue eyes. It's times like these when I really regret the
fact that our relationship never worked. I indicate for him to come closer.
When he does, I loosely thread my arms around his neck.
"Goodnight, Tala," I say lightly, giving him a gentle kiss on the lips. He
immediately grins; he had obviously been waiting for a goodbye kiss.
"'Night, my dear, dear Kai-chan," he sings, biting my nose and pulling
away. He fully stretches, winking at me. "I'll see you at Misery and Horror
tomorrow, then?"
I snort. Misery and Horror is what Tala apparently dubbed school in his
first week there.
"Love you, sweetie - and I bet, that by the end of the month, that you and
Rei-kun will be together," he says, grinning, blowing a kiss and waggling
his fingers. Then he's gone. I look blankly down at the notepad and burst
out laughing, something that I rarely do.
Next to all the names Otogi had written, there is a tick or a cross and a
small picture of the said person - stick people style.
Max is a tiny stick person that has been given a shock of hair, and is
holding a teddy bear. There is writing next to the picture stating that
'Kai Hiwatari is not a paedophile'. I twitch slightly.
Tyson, like Max, has a shock of hair and has been given a baseball cap and
whip, the latter of which is strangely not all that startling.
Emily is wearing what looks to be a roughly drawn bikini. I rub my temples.
Mariah has love hearts all around her and what looks like Tala is going
through and popping them. I groan loudly, catching the attention of a
passing waitress.
Michael-Stick-Person is in a modeling pose, with his hair flung back over
his shoulder.
Tala himself is wearing nothing and has a neon sign next to him that says,
'I'm the only person Kai Hiwatari loves!' I gulp back another round of
laughter.
Johnny has been drawn with handcuffs and it looks like he's tied to a pole.
Tala is standing next to him and holding Tyson's whip. Tala has written,
'Piss off, Hiwatari. This merchandise is mine.' I shake my head.
"I wouldn't dream of it, Tala-kun," I mutter to myself.
Rei-Stick-Person is standing there, one hand holding what looks like those
strange balls from Pokemon, and the other hand flashing the victory sign.
He's saying, 'I caught Kai Hiwatari!'
I snort, placing the notepad in my bag. I'd have to have it photocopied.
"We shall see, Tala. The bet is on."
in... All reviews will be appreciated, and flames will be used to fry
sausages in my Swirly-Teflon-Coated-Frying-Pan-Of-Doom. Enjoy-ness!
Disclaimer: Shadow don't own it. All she's got is a few pieces of pocket
lint and a couple of notepads filled with creature drawings. It's cool
pocket lint, though.
CHAPTER ONE: THE BET: DAY 01
"So, what do you think, Tala?"
"I think you need to get laid," Tala replies, picking up a french fry off
his plate. He dips in into his sauce, before putting it in his mouth. He
chews for a moment before starting to eye my plate, especially my
cheeseburger. "Are you going to eat that?"
"Laid - what - why -" I break myself off before I begin to blush. He looks
completely unconcerned as he leans over and takes the last of my burger. He
plops it in his mouth and chews, his blue eyes looking up at the ceiling
thoughtfully. He makes a face.
"It tastes like shit. Why do you eat it?" he asks, raising an eyebrow.
"Because, unlike you, I don't have you worry about my weight. Now, why do I
need to get laid?" I demand, glaring at him.
Tala glares back, looking slightly hurt over the comment about his weight.
For some reason, earlier last year, the idiot got the idea into his thick
head that he is overweight. Sure enough, a moment later he asks in an
injured tone, "You think I'm fat?"
I resist the urge to bang my head - or his. Tala has somehow managed to
miss the fact that nearly every person in this café - male and female alike
- has looked at him appreciatively at least once.
Not that they can be blamed, of course - and I say this from a friend's
point of view - Tala is gorgeous. With sparkling azure eyes, perfect skin
and teeth, not to mention and amazing figure and a great ass, it's a wonder
that he hasn't had modeling agents flock to him like bugs to a light. It's
also amazing that I haven't jumped on him.
Oh right - they agents do and I have.
"You do think I'm overweight!" Tala moans miserably, sipping his cola
mournfully.
"Of course you're not, you twap. Now, what's this about me needing to get
laid?" I question. Tala gives me a pleased smile.
"I'm glad you don't think so. I've been working out a lot lately - have you
noticed?" he asks.
"Tala-kun?" I say dangerously.
"Yes, Kai?" he replies, blinking in surprise.
"Less about you - more about me. Why do I need to get laid?" I question,
drumming my fingers against the table.
He raises an eyebrow again and indicates to my hands. "That's why," he
says, snorting, "you have too much excess energy."
I want to gag him. "And who, may I ask, do you suggest I get 'laid' with?"
I purr sweetly, with a dangerous edge to my voice. If Tala picks up on it,
he doesn't react. He reaches over into his bag and fishes around inside for
a moment. He finally pulls out a pad of paper and a pen. Tala chews on the
pen for a moment before he begins to write.
We sit in silence for a moment, the only noise being the soft scratching of
the pen. Tala stops suddenly and looks up at me, smirking.
"Okay, Kai-kun, this is your lucky day!" he says, turning the notepad
horizontal and begins to bang it against the table in a seemingly
professional manner.
"We are going to find you a lay!" Tala says in a singsong voice, starting
to laugh. There is a catcall from the table over.
"I'll lay you any day, baby!"
Tala looks annoyed, as he turns to the side, tilting his head. I look too,
and we both eye the bunch of burly men siting, no, slouching at the table
over.
"Fuck you,"Tala hisses, making me roll my eyes. That probably wasn't the
best comment to say.
"No way - but I'll fuck you!" one of the men says, making the rest of them
start to laugh. The brutes begin clapping each other on the back. I say
brutes because I can't think of a more pleasant word.
Tala sighs and stands up, mouthing 'I'll only be a moment'. I begin to feel
slightly nervous. He wouldn't, would he?
He walks over to the men, swaying his hips suggestively from side to side.
When he reaches the table, he leans down and plants his elbows on the
table, making sure to stick his backside out.
Needless to say, after all that is considered, it's no wonder that some of
the men have stuck their heads out of the booth and behind Tala, and are
leering at him.
There is a soft 'ahem'; signifying that Tala is about to say something
important. All the men look in with excited expressions on their faces.
"Me - Tala Petrov," He says in a firm, commanding voice as he indicates to
himself. He then points over to me.
"He - Kai Hiwatari," he says even louder, catching the attention of the
surrounding booths. Tala then points to himself again, then back to me.
I notice that all the men's faces are starting to turn white along with
the waitress', who has just come to collect our plates.
Then, in the most cheerful tone he can muster, Tala says, "You - perverted
men." He points at each man as he says this.
He smirks for a moment, before walking back over to our booth and picking
up his notepad and scribbling for a moment. He turns back to the men,
holding up a crude drawing of a jail, labeled 'gaol' like they do in
Australia.
"You - perverted men - jail," he purrs, tapping the picture with a perfect
finger. The picture is beginning to look more and more like a badly made
child's play house and less and less like a jail.
The waitress quickly collects our plates and rushes away, most likely to re-
count the situation to her fellow workers. Tala sits down next to me,
instead of across the other side of the booth, and flips back a page on the
notepad and begins writing again, like nothing has happened.
I flick a quick glance back to the burly men in the other booth. They look
shocked. Tala suddenly taps me on the shoulder, drawing my attention back
to him.
"These are the people who I think you should try out," he says, "and you
tell me why or why not you should sleep with them."
For the second time in ten minutes, I stare at him. "Tala-kun."
"What?" he asks innocently.
"You're such a dick," I say bluntly, shaking my head. He shrugs.
"Yeah, I generally get that," he pauses, looking at his list, "Alright
then. Max?."
"First off - I'm under the impression that you think I'm queer," I say,
folding my arms. Tala again shrugs.
"Bisexual at least. C'mon - Max?"
I shake my head. "It's like thinking lewd thoughts about a child. I don't
know how Tyson manages it."
Tala taps his pen against his lips. "I guess I never thought about it like
that. What about Tyson-kun?"
"Too much attitude," I say immediately.
"There's nothing wrong with that, you could handle it." Tala says mildly.
"Emily-san?"
"She doesn't wear enough."
"Oh. Mariah-san?"
"Too much pink."
"Shit, Hiwatari, you're picky. Fine. I was right - I though you were more
gay than straight anyway," Tala mutters under his breath. I glare at him.
"Tala - please." I mutter, rubbing my temples.
He pouts. "Fine! Michael-kun?"
I shake my head. "No, Tala-kun," I groan.
"But why not? Michael is absolutely gorgeous!" Tala exclaims. "I can assure
you he's great," he adds, putting emphasis on the word 'great'.
We both wait for a moment, making sure Michael doesn't pop of nowhere and
say 'thank you' to Tala. Then we both look at each other and open our
mouths at the same time.
"He's just.... no."
"Fine, then. You're being too hard on everyone. You're pointing out their
faults and not their attributes. Hmm." he blinks, then flushes slightly.
"Tala-chan?"
I smirk. "I don't have to think about that one," I purr, cupping his face
in my hands. I quickly duck my head and press my lips against his, nibbling
lightly at his lower lip. He moans contently, and reaches up to thread his
hands through my hair, his fingers tangling. I trail my hands down his
face, down his chest, to his legs, finally coming to a stop at his
backside.
Tala arches up into me, his mouth yielding and wavering under my own. His
fingers tighten their grip on my hair, while I tighten my grip on his rear.
He nips affectionately at my upper lip, before pulling away and looking
back at the list. I remove my hands from his backside, stretching with a
loud yawn.
"I love friends with benefits," I say pleasantly, smirking at the men who
are still in the booth across from us. They're staring. Tala doesn't
answer, nodding absentmindedly as he pours over the list.
"Lei-chan?" he asks curiously.
"No thanks- too reminiscent of a cat..." I say.
"You prick - Anyway, what about Rei-kun? You'd look so cute together!" Tala
says, looking pleased with himself.
I ignore him. He's waiting for an answer, I can tell. But I don't know what
to say.
I don't hate Rei, contrary to the popular belief that I hate everyone. He
does annoy the living shit out of me, but Tala annoys the living shit out
of me too, and before I was just 'snogging' him. It isn't like Rei isn't
nice to look at either. He has light, golden soulful eyes that vary with
his mood. His silky raven hair is gorgeous, and it is always sparkling. He
has a great figure too.
"Okay. I'll put a 1/2 next to Rei-kun's name."
"Bitch," I say mildly, cuffing him gently round the head. I can't keep
anything from Tala.
"Your bitch," he agrees with a chuckle. "Well, you only leave one option
left - " he says dramatically.
"The Majestics? What would I want with that lot, especially MacGregor?" I
question, smirking.
"Exactly," Tala agrees, quickly crossing them all out. "That's why
MacGregor's mine."
"Huh - well, I've changed my mind. I want Johnny MacGregor," I whine softly
in Tala's ear. "I want to kiss him, I want to hug him."
"If you say you want to 'fuck him', you'll be paying the bill for the café,
Kai," he grumbles, using my first name out of annoyance.
I grin at him. "Okay," I say. He shrugs, and buries his head into the crook
of my neck, and pulling both arms around one of my own. I automatically
draw him into me, threading my arms around his waist.
"Tired, hmm? Poor baby," I tease, kissing him on the forehead.
"Soccer. practice. hard. work." he mutters brokenly into my neck, lips
grazing across my skin. I jab him in the sides, making him jump slightly.
"Isn't it funny how we managed to go from the subject of bitbeasts, to me
getting laid?" I question as he shakes his head.
"Not funny - strange." he says, looking up briefly before burying his face
back into my neck.
I smile; pleased he can't see my face.
As much as Tala denies it, he's very intelligent, and the conversations
that I have with him are some of the best I've ever had in my life. So, I
started talking to him after I met back up with him, and our relationship
went from there.
As for a proper relationship, we have dated a few times. Tala is a great
kisser. But, we just never seemed to click as anything more than close
friends, which is completely fine with the two of us.
I still like groping him sometimes just for the fun of it.
He's nearly as close to me as Dranzer is, and he certainly means just as
much.
I know everyone at school is surprised about our friendship, although no
one comments on it, save for Johnny who teases Tala mercilessly about it. I
don't actually mind Johnny - he's a decent guy but I wouldn't be caught
dead in public with him. It's nice though, that Tala has found someone that
he'll stay with for more than a week. He's been with Johnny for around
three months now, which is almost a life time commitment in the case of
Tala. The only ones that have come close to that are Michael and myself,
and Tala has managed in the few years he has been at our school, to nearly
sleep with every male in the vicinity at least once - sadly, that also
includes teachers.
That Michael thing still creeps me out. My whole gym class and I walked
into the gym one day to play a nice game of basketball and, low and behold,
was Michael and Tala -
I don't want to think about it. Again, I'm glad he's with Johnny. The only
annoying thing about the two of them, is that every time Tala gets laid,
the next day he'll walk around singing a song from that blasted Cowboy
Bebop Movie:
"Can you believe me? Still sitting pretty with a pistol in a hand. Living
to love you will you be my man? If I beg, if I plead, would you please,
please, please satisfy me?
Yes - Tala is one of those strange anime otakus. It's cute for the most
part - but often very annoying.
Suddenly, he mutters something into my neck that sounds similar to
'Rangoon'.
I tip his face up from my neck. "Excuse me?"
"Dragoon! You two would be great together!" he asks, clearly pleased with
himself.
"No, Tala."
"Driger?"
"I don't go for bitbeasts, Tala." I protest.
"Dranzer?"
"Excuse me?"
"Draciel?"
"Um - "
"?"
"- Tala -"
"Galeon?"
"- kun -"
"Galux?"
"- please -"
"Galzzy?"
"- will -"
"Trygle?"
"- you -"
"Trygator?"
"-shut-"
"Tryhorn?"
"-up-"
"Grypholion?"
"-before-"
"Emphyllion?"
"-I-"
"Unycolion?"
"-kill-"
"Wolborg?"
"-you?"
"Salamulion?"
"Okay," I agree, pressing my forehead to his. He blinks in shock.
"Um - In or out of the blade, Kai-kun?"
"What do you think, Tala-kun?"
He stares at me for a moment, before blushing heavily. He looks down at his
lap. "Oh God," he mutters, "That's just wrong."
I can barely conceal a grin. "Well, you did ask, Tala-kun."
"The fatal question," he groans, looking at his watch. His bright azure
eyes widen, as he brings his hand to his mouth in shock. "Oh fuck! I'm
meant to meet Johnny in ten minutes!"
"You're eating again? You know, you will get fat if you're not careful," I
say. He gives me a disgruntled look.
"Thanks, Kai-kun. I really appreciate it. If you must know, we're not
eating - I'm just going to watch a movie with him and then we're going out
for coffee," he replies, pulling out of my grasp and standing up. He waves
off the notepad.
"Keep it," he says. I nod. He's just standing there, looking at me with
large, pitiful blue eyes. It's times like these when I really regret the
fact that our relationship never worked. I indicate for him to come closer.
When he does, I loosely thread my arms around his neck.
"Goodnight, Tala," I say lightly, giving him a gentle kiss on the lips. He
immediately grins; he had obviously been waiting for a goodbye kiss.
"'Night, my dear, dear Kai-chan," he sings, biting my nose and pulling
away. He fully stretches, winking at me. "I'll see you at Misery and Horror
tomorrow, then?"
I snort. Misery and Horror is what Tala apparently dubbed school in his
first week there.
"Love you, sweetie - and I bet, that by the end of the month, that you and
Rei-kun will be together," he says, grinning, blowing a kiss and waggling
his fingers. Then he's gone. I look blankly down at the notepad and burst
out laughing, something that I rarely do.
Next to all the names Otogi had written, there is a tick or a cross and a
small picture of the said person - stick people style.
Max is a tiny stick person that has been given a shock of hair, and is
holding a teddy bear. There is writing next to the picture stating that
'Kai Hiwatari is not a paedophile'. I twitch slightly.
Tyson, like Max, has a shock of hair and has been given a baseball cap and
whip, the latter of which is strangely not all that startling.
Emily is wearing what looks to be a roughly drawn bikini. I rub my temples.
Mariah has love hearts all around her and what looks like Tala is going
through and popping them. I groan loudly, catching the attention of a
passing waitress.
Michael-Stick-Person is in a modeling pose, with his hair flung back over
his shoulder.
Tala himself is wearing nothing and has a neon sign next to him that says,
'I'm the only person Kai Hiwatari loves!' I gulp back another round of
laughter.
Johnny has been drawn with handcuffs and it looks like he's tied to a pole.
Tala is standing next to him and holding Tyson's whip. Tala has written,
'Piss off, Hiwatari. This merchandise is mine.' I shake my head.
"I wouldn't dream of it, Tala-kun," I mutter to myself.
Rei-Stick-Person is standing there, one hand holding what looks like those
strange balls from Pokemon, and the other hand flashing the victory sign.
He's saying, 'I caught Kai Hiwatari!'
I snort, placing the notepad in my bag. I'd have to have it photocopied.
"We shall see, Tala. The bet is on."