Yay! Here we go with chapter two. This one's the reason that I upped the
rating... there's some..... 'secktual' innuendo in here.
***
Discordant tones shattered over the room as Kosuke banged his head repeatedly against the piano. Eyes would have scolded him for doing so if he were-
Wait, wasn't he Eyes now? This was very confusing. Kosuke was still convinced that he'd wake up soon, and laugh about this to himself, but he wouldn't dare tell a soul. Especially Eyes. Some would think that it was some sort of envy complex, and Kosuke wouldn't be the only person laughing about it.
He liked being himself. There was nothing wrong with being Asazuki Kosuke. In fact, there was a very small part of him that wondered why other people didn't want to be him.....
Now, that was an ego complex.
Seriously, though, He felt he was fine the way he was. That is, the way he was before becoming Eyes. Blade Child or not, he was content with being himself. Part of him secretly enjoyed the thrill of the danger..... having to live in a state of constant vigilance, living on his wit and talent. On many occasions, his wit and talent were the only things that kept him alive. It was exciting- planning and creating precise schemes to make certain that the Hunters always became the hunted in the end. He would have it no other way.
But this..... this was really amazing.....
Kosuke poked at a key, and the tone sounded clear and true. Well, maybe if was slightly off-key, but not enough to really be noticed, were someone playing the instrument. Still, someone would have to tune it eventually, and trained ears would be able to tell.
How did he know that? How? Never before had he noticed something like that. Eyes had always accused him of being ignorant while complaining when he thought the piano needed tuning, but Kosuke was never able to tell. Eyes usually put off tuning it until he could stand it no more, an even so, Kosuke could never hear any difference
This was so strange..... the note was real, the knowledge that the note was but a hair off-key was very real..... this couldn't be some dream. As pragmatic as Kosuke was, he began to wonder. His dreams were always misty and insubstantial, bordering on monochromatic, for his dream colours waned. They were almost always out-of-body dreams, with all manner of bizarre, but perhaps humorous things happening in the background.
But this was just another day.
Except, of course, for the fact that he should be leagues away, and-oh, yes, not-in-Eyes'-body. He was at a loss as to what to do. He really didn't feel like changing out of the pajamas. It would require him to look over himself- Eyes' self, that is, and as appealing as that may sound to female fans everywhere he didn't really feel like seeing Eyes in the nude for some reason. Maybe if he closed his eyes and did it really fast..... at least, once he got boxers on it wouldn't be as much of a problem anymore. He knew for certain that he didn't have any on at the current time, for he wouldn't be feeling such a draught if that were so.
Sheesh. Eyes sure liked to make things difficult for everyone but himself. Kosuke could understand the need for comfort, he'd done so a couple of times himself to be honest, and satin was quite comfortable..... but there were such things as silk boxers, and Eyes certainly had the dough for it.
Kosuke began to rifle through drawers to find something..... Hmm. Eyes did possess silk boxers. So why.....?
Oh..... oh, oh, oh.....
Fortunately, such disturbing thoughts were interrupted by the cell phone ringing again. Why not? He thought almost wearily, and pieced together a temporary Eyes personality. He picked up and answered in traditional Eyes style. '.....yes.'
'Mr. Rutherford, this is Michiko. I have a question for you concerning the concert on the twenty-first?'
Michiko. Eyes' manager. She was fairly pretty, dark hair that came a little past her shoulders, dark eyes. A little boisterous. Easily excited. Yes, Kosuke knew about the concert. Even though he had gone all the way to England, he still wanted to keep an eye on Eyes. The best way was to check the scheduled concert dates. If they suddenly and inexplicably stopped, then something was wrong. If the Hunters did manage to get him, they'd do their best to keep such things out of the news, so concert dates was the best way to keep track of him, because it would also tell Kosuke where Eyes was pretty much at all times.
There was a concert scheduled for three days after Kosuke's birthday- two days away.
Kosuke froze. If this were all somehow real, then this meant a lot of trouble. He couldn't well go on stage and play something like 'Hot Cross Buns', because that was all Kosuke knew how to play. He had to think fast, and still in Eyes-style.
'Go on.'
'Well, it's about the piano at the hall. There was a performance there yesterday evening and it was damaged in transport afterwards. It will take a few days to repair.'
Just the opportunity Kosuke needed.
'The piano tuner in that district has three others available. Which would you like for the performance? There's a Baldwin, a Steinberg, and a-'
'Push the concert back.' He said, probably a little too hastily.
'Umm..... so close to the planned date?'
'Yes.'
'So..... the twenty-fourth? The piano should be ready by then.'
Kosuke decided to give a little more leeway. He hoped that she wouldn't ask questions. 'The thirtieth.'
She didn't. 'Alright. That gives us time to be fully ready for this re- scheduling. As a bonus, people who already have tickets have advanced warning of the change. Great. I will call you with an update tomorrow.'
Kosuke resisted the urge to say goodbye- something he did by habit, but something Eyes didn't really seem to do much- and hung up. He stood motionless, not wanting to do what he knew he certainly should, unable to bring himself to pick up the phone again.
Grinding his teeth, he forced his hand to dial the number.....
***
'Ayumu! Get the phone, I'm drying my hair!'
Ayumu looked from the pot to the bathroom door, then back to the pot. If he left it, it would boil over. Well, it would be her fault then.
'Hello?'
'Narumi.'
Ayumu was silent for a few moments, and when he did speak again, he was collected and almost indifferent. 'Rutherford.'
'Ah..... not exactly.'
Ayumu considered these words curiously, but didn't say anything.
'I'm having a..... problem.' The manner with which he spoke was somehow different from the Way that Eyes usually spoke. At least, in Ayumu's experience.
'I won't do anything for you, you know,' Ayumu cautioned.
'Eh, I had a feeling you'd say that, but this problem is different from some of the other ones we've encountered. Alriht, different from all of them. This is actually more of a predicament, and I doubt that, at this time, you will have to face danger if you help me out. Of course, I myself don't even know how it happened in the first place, and I'm not sure I believe it yet, but-'
'You've suddenly gotten talkative, Rutherford. Not quite as monosyllabic as usual. What is it you want?'
There was a clear sound of dissent on the other end of the line. 'I want you to hear me out.'
'Against my better judgment, I've been listening to you so far. Speak.'
'I..... well, it's a little hard to explain..... and if you dare laugh you'll sorely regret it.'
Ayumu waited patiently for the relevant words to be spoken.
'I'm not Eyes. Not really. This is Asazuki.'
'You sure do a good impression-'
'Shut up.' He spat with spite. 'This wasn't my idea. This morning, I woke up and I was Eyes. Very literally so. No doubt the real Eyes is walking around with the face of Asazuki Kosuke, and it wasn't his idea, either.'
'That's quite the predicament.' Ayumu stated.
'You're enjoying this, aren't you?' Asazuki with the voice of Eyes accused. 'You enjoy human suffering!'
'No, just yours. You are the one who enjoys the suffering of others.'
'That's true I suppose,' Asazuki- Eyes- no, Asazuki said, suddenly calm.
'I have one thing to say to you before I hang up.' Ayumu said carefully.
'Yeah?'
'Good luck with that.'
***
Discordant tones shattered over the room as Kosuke banged his head repeatedly against the piano. Eyes would have scolded him for doing so if he were-
Wait, wasn't he Eyes now? This was very confusing. Kosuke was still convinced that he'd wake up soon, and laugh about this to himself, but he wouldn't dare tell a soul. Especially Eyes. Some would think that it was some sort of envy complex, and Kosuke wouldn't be the only person laughing about it.
He liked being himself. There was nothing wrong with being Asazuki Kosuke. In fact, there was a very small part of him that wondered why other people didn't want to be him.....
Now, that was an ego complex.
Seriously, though, He felt he was fine the way he was. That is, the way he was before becoming Eyes. Blade Child or not, he was content with being himself. Part of him secretly enjoyed the thrill of the danger..... having to live in a state of constant vigilance, living on his wit and talent. On many occasions, his wit and talent were the only things that kept him alive. It was exciting- planning and creating precise schemes to make certain that the Hunters always became the hunted in the end. He would have it no other way.
But this..... this was really amazing.....
Kosuke poked at a key, and the tone sounded clear and true. Well, maybe if was slightly off-key, but not enough to really be noticed, were someone playing the instrument. Still, someone would have to tune it eventually, and trained ears would be able to tell.
How did he know that? How? Never before had he noticed something like that. Eyes had always accused him of being ignorant while complaining when he thought the piano needed tuning, but Kosuke was never able to tell. Eyes usually put off tuning it until he could stand it no more, an even so, Kosuke could never hear any difference
This was so strange..... the note was real, the knowledge that the note was but a hair off-key was very real..... this couldn't be some dream. As pragmatic as Kosuke was, he began to wonder. His dreams were always misty and insubstantial, bordering on monochromatic, for his dream colours waned. They were almost always out-of-body dreams, with all manner of bizarre, but perhaps humorous things happening in the background.
But this was just another day.
Except, of course, for the fact that he should be leagues away, and-oh, yes, not-in-Eyes'-body. He was at a loss as to what to do. He really didn't feel like changing out of the pajamas. It would require him to look over himself- Eyes' self, that is, and as appealing as that may sound to female fans everywhere he didn't really feel like seeing Eyes in the nude for some reason. Maybe if he closed his eyes and did it really fast..... at least, once he got boxers on it wouldn't be as much of a problem anymore. He knew for certain that he didn't have any on at the current time, for he wouldn't be feeling such a draught if that were so.
Sheesh. Eyes sure liked to make things difficult for everyone but himself. Kosuke could understand the need for comfort, he'd done so a couple of times himself to be honest, and satin was quite comfortable..... but there were such things as silk boxers, and Eyes certainly had the dough for it.
Kosuke began to rifle through drawers to find something..... Hmm. Eyes did possess silk boxers. So why.....?
Oh..... oh, oh, oh.....
Fortunately, such disturbing thoughts were interrupted by the cell phone ringing again. Why not? He thought almost wearily, and pieced together a temporary Eyes personality. He picked up and answered in traditional Eyes style. '.....yes.'
'Mr. Rutherford, this is Michiko. I have a question for you concerning the concert on the twenty-first?'
Michiko. Eyes' manager. She was fairly pretty, dark hair that came a little past her shoulders, dark eyes. A little boisterous. Easily excited. Yes, Kosuke knew about the concert. Even though he had gone all the way to England, he still wanted to keep an eye on Eyes. The best way was to check the scheduled concert dates. If they suddenly and inexplicably stopped, then something was wrong. If the Hunters did manage to get him, they'd do their best to keep such things out of the news, so concert dates was the best way to keep track of him, because it would also tell Kosuke where Eyes was pretty much at all times.
There was a concert scheduled for three days after Kosuke's birthday- two days away.
Kosuke froze. If this were all somehow real, then this meant a lot of trouble. He couldn't well go on stage and play something like 'Hot Cross Buns', because that was all Kosuke knew how to play. He had to think fast, and still in Eyes-style.
'Go on.'
'Well, it's about the piano at the hall. There was a performance there yesterday evening and it was damaged in transport afterwards. It will take a few days to repair.'
Just the opportunity Kosuke needed.
'The piano tuner in that district has three others available. Which would you like for the performance? There's a Baldwin, a Steinberg, and a-'
'Push the concert back.' He said, probably a little too hastily.
'Umm..... so close to the planned date?'
'Yes.'
'So..... the twenty-fourth? The piano should be ready by then.'
Kosuke decided to give a little more leeway. He hoped that she wouldn't ask questions. 'The thirtieth.'
She didn't. 'Alright. That gives us time to be fully ready for this re- scheduling. As a bonus, people who already have tickets have advanced warning of the change. Great. I will call you with an update tomorrow.'
Kosuke resisted the urge to say goodbye- something he did by habit, but something Eyes didn't really seem to do much- and hung up. He stood motionless, not wanting to do what he knew he certainly should, unable to bring himself to pick up the phone again.
Grinding his teeth, he forced his hand to dial the number.....
***
'Ayumu! Get the phone, I'm drying my hair!'
Ayumu looked from the pot to the bathroom door, then back to the pot. If he left it, it would boil over. Well, it would be her fault then.
'Hello?'
'Narumi.'
Ayumu was silent for a few moments, and when he did speak again, he was collected and almost indifferent. 'Rutherford.'
'Ah..... not exactly.'
Ayumu considered these words curiously, but didn't say anything.
'I'm having a..... problem.' The manner with which he spoke was somehow different from the Way that Eyes usually spoke. At least, in Ayumu's experience.
'I won't do anything for you, you know,' Ayumu cautioned.
'Eh, I had a feeling you'd say that, but this problem is different from some of the other ones we've encountered. Alriht, different from all of them. This is actually more of a predicament, and I doubt that, at this time, you will have to face danger if you help me out. Of course, I myself don't even know how it happened in the first place, and I'm not sure I believe it yet, but-'
'You've suddenly gotten talkative, Rutherford. Not quite as monosyllabic as usual. What is it you want?'
There was a clear sound of dissent on the other end of the line. 'I want you to hear me out.'
'Against my better judgment, I've been listening to you so far. Speak.'
'I..... well, it's a little hard to explain..... and if you dare laugh you'll sorely regret it.'
Ayumu waited patiently for the relevant words to be spoken.
'I'm not Eyes. Not really. This is Asazuki.'
'You sure do a good impression-'
'Shut up.' He spat with spite. 'This wasn't my idea. This morning, I woke up and I was Eyes. Very literally so. No doubt the real Eyes is walking around with the face of Asazuki Kosuke, and it wasn't his idea, either.'
'That's quite the predicament.' Ayumu stated.
'You're enjoying this, aren't you?' Asazuki with the voice of Eyes accused. 'You enjoy human suffering!'
'No, just yours. You are the one who enjoys the suffering of others.'
'That's true I suppose,' Asazuki- Eyes- no, Asazuki said, suddenly calm.
'I have one thing to say to you before I hang up.' Ayumu said carefully.
'Yeah?'
'Good luck with that.'
