Arashi's Story
Nancy boy
Alcoholic kind of mood,
Lose my clothes,
Lose my lube,
The rain was pouring down harder, and Arashi was giving up on his band's outdoor gig. He headed down to east Tokyo, and decided to catch a Train.
A sip from a silver flask, with a safety pin engraved on it, and the rain didn't seem that bad. Two sips later, and the rain didn't matter anymore. His hair was losing it's perk, and his guitar case was waterproof.
Cruising for a piece of fun,
Looking out for number one,
Different partner every night,
So narcotic outta sight,
A bleached strand with a flame red tip hung in front of green eyes. The guitarist let it hang there, and concentrated on the red until a flash of blue haunted him. He'd seen someone who looked eerily like George... Not like that mattered... he wouldn't be in this end of town anyways...
Why am I thinking about that poufy Nancy boy, anyways?! He's nothing to me, he never was...even then... I just needed a ride around town, and he liked having someone to fill the passenger seat, then the backseat. It meant nothing to him.... It meant.... nothing at all.
What a gas,
What a beautiful mess.
Before he knew it, the drenched punk, was sitting in a train station, feeling sorry for himself, and scowling at the people outside with umbrellas. He finally decided to take a train over to see what little boy blue was up too.
And it all breaks down at the role reversal,
Got the muse in my head she's universal,
The train going from station to station caused Arashi to realize what he was doing. All he'd need to do, was stop at a flower shop, and it'd be like the last time...
"What took you so long?"
"Well.. I stopped to get....these!"
"What are those?"
"Well... they're roses... ya daft nutter."
"Listen... I...."
"Eh?"
"I don't think we should see each other anymore... not like this... It's making things complicated."
"Johji..."
"Please don't call me that..."
It was all for the better anyways. Things had been progressing fast with Miwa, and before he knew it, she'd made him completely forget about Johji. But.... now that she was in "Amy-rica", with Carrie... he'd been feeling the need to finish some unfinished business.
Spinnin' me round she's coming over me,
And it all breaks down at the first rehearsal,
"It's improper to show up unannounced.." A woman lectured her daughter over a cell phone.
Got the muse in my head she's universal,
Spinnin' me round she's coming over me.
Arashi felt around in his pockets for his phone. He found it, and turned it on. He had 23 emails from Miwako, but ignored them. He slowly dialed the #.
Kind of buzz that lasts for days,
Had some help from insect ways,
The phone rang 5 times before George Koizumi picked it up, and answered with a melancholy, faint tone that Arashi'd never heard.
"Hello?"
"Ello?" Arashi replied.
"A...Arashi? Did you get arrested again?" He asked suddenly.
"What?! No You fekkin arse!! You're the one they need to arrest!!" He shouted. The entire train car backed away from him slowly.
"Where are you? It sounds like you're in a mob..."
"I'm on a fekkin train!!" He shouted slightly annoyed.
"Oh? I never liked trains... where are you headed?" George seemed to drawl slightly.
"Aghh! To.... To see you" Arashi sighed.
"I'm going out tonight Nagase, so if you show up before I leave... you can see me... but if not... oh well."
Comes across all shy and coy,
Just another Nancy boy
Then the familiar sound of someone hanging up, filled the punk's ears. He knew he had to get there fast. Now that George knew that he was trying to find him, he'd probably bolt.
Woman man or modern monkey,
Just another happy junkie,
When the train stopped at the necessary station, Arashi was the first off. He ran up the stairs, and onto the street level. It'd stopped raining. He took a look at his broken pocket watch, and began to run the necessary 7 blocks.
Fifty pounds,
Press my button,
Going down.
Three blocks later, the punk developed a slight cramp in his leg "Shite!" He yelled. A few elderly women passed him, shaking their heads. He knelt down, and massages his calf for a minute, concentrating every effort on getting there as fast as he could....
"Arashi!? What the hell are you doing!?"
And it all breaks down at the role reversal,
Got the muse in my head she's universal,
He looked up in time to see Mikako about to kick him in the head.
"I got a bloody cramp... 'ot the 'ell are you doin'?"
"I was about to go to a boutique on the east side. I was going to stop by and see if George wanted to come with me..."
Spinnin' me round she's coming over me,
And it all breaks down at the first rehearsal,
"Nah... I'm 'eded over there right now... we're having a "boys night in"..."
"Oh? Well, give him a hug for me.... I hope he's doing ok, I'll call him next week."
"K."
"Wait.... you're not about to cheat on my sister...."
"Eh? Feck no! I loves my Miwa! Besides... that pouf?! Feck no!! God! You make me sick!" He sprinted away.
Got the muse in my head she's universal,
Spinnin' me round she's coming over me.
As he ran, he began to imagine the impending scene. George would open the door, clothed immaculately, his outfit labored over, his hair prefect, his eyes very lightly lined in a shade of ice blue. He'd feign surprise, and then slap him lightly on the face.
Does his makeup in his room
Douse himself with cheap perfume
He ran up the stairs of George's building. He couldn't believe he was here. He was breathing heavily. The door that housed the perverse wonder of Yazawa arts for the past year, was right ahead.
Eyeholes in a paper bag
Greatest lay I ever had
Arashi leaned against the wall across from George's door for a minute. What am I going to say... what? Ack... why the hell am I here? Arashi rang the door bell and sighed.
Kind of guy who mates for life
The door opened to reveal a nearly naked George, his lower half clad in only a towel, that conveniently matched his eyeliner. Arashi stood there his jaw hanging. George looked down. "Oh... that... well... you came at an inconvenient time."
Arashi, still stunned just muttered "Mikako wanted me to give ya this..." And with that. He hugged the other boy. The hug caused the towel to slide off of the blue boy.
Gotta help him find a wife
Arashi pulled away after a minute. His eyes slowly slid to his.... WHAT!??!?...His eyes had been headed for his own feet, to be followed by a stuttery red-faced explanation, when he'd gotten distracted by George's sudden lack of a towel.
We're a couple
When our bodies double
Slightly blushing, he felt the familiar soft slap, followed by "Yes... I've had a few.... growth spurts...", which came out as a slow deep purr. Arashi raised a hand, and held George's own to his cheek. Tears slowly began to fall from his green eyes.
And it all breaks down at the role reversal,
Got the muse in my head she's universal,
George slowly knelt, and wiped a few rebel tears away. "I suppose you want to come in.... Arashi? You should at least get out of those wet clothes... I've probably got a suit or two in plaid... I did make you a few.... back when..." Arashi let his eyes meet George's sapphire irises, and was surprised to see that the reason he couldn't finish his sentence, was tears of his own were falling.
Spinnin' me round she's coming over me,
And it all breaks down at the first rehearsal,
George wordlessly led him inside. Arashi stared in wonder, as the decor had not changed a bit since he'd been here last. George gestured down the hall, and Arashi headed to his room. He averted his eyes while George put on a pair of boxers, then he turned around. The two studied each other, Arashi, soaked to the bone, but fully clothed, sitting on a fainting couch, and George, in only a pair of lime green boxers, slightly damp, standing by his walk in closet.
Got the muse in my head she's universal,
Spinnin' me round she's coming over me.
Taking a deep breath Arashi closed his eyes and said....
"Di.... Did you make those god awful things?"
He opened his eyes as George turned around, his blue eyes glittering dimly, "No... but they're the pair you left here about 2 years ago.."
Arashi's mind went back to the days when he wore underwear...Smiling, he rose, slapped George lightly on the butt and asked "So... you got some dry duds for me, or do I have to go back to my place tonight?"
And it all breaks down at the role reversal,
George disappeared into his walk-in closet. The saturated punk stared into the infinite abyss of clothes, all made by or for George.
"I hope you haven't grown too much..." called a muffled voice from inside the closet. Arashi was about to respond, when the lime green boxers, accompanied by three red garment bags and a suit flew out of the closet.
Got the muse in my head she's universal,
Spinnin' me round she's coming over me,
Silently Arashi went over to the bed and pulled out one of the suits. He pulled the black tee-shirt on, then he slid his heavy soaked pants off replacing them with the ones that George had crafted
especially for him... probably after one of their "fitting sessions". When he was dressed George entered the room, stark naked and turned his back to Arashi. He began dressing, completely ignoring the other boy in the room.
And it all breaks down at the first rehearsal,
Arashi slowly got up from his seat, and wordlessly wrapped his arms around the other's waist. The familiar feeling of George relaxing against him made a feeling of perfect calm overtake him.
Got the muse in my head she's universal,
Feeling that the time was right, Arashi leaned in and simply whispered, "Turn around...if yer ever gonna kiss me..."
Spinnin' me round she's coming
Arashi loosened his arms, just in case....and then George did it.
over me.
He turned around.