1. Gravitation doesn't belong to me.
2. Tatsuha's seiyuu was born on June ninth. (Which can be seen as 6/9, depending on how your system works)
3. This was intended to be updated in... Urm... Early October. And now I shall credit Dan Shive and say, "IS THAT A DEMONIC DUCK OF SOME SORT?!" while running from all angry readers.
First Name Basis!
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"Tatsuha-kun?"
I blink.
"Urm... Oh, yeah, sorry, Hi- Nakano-san." I mumble, looking at the ground because HELLO!! He can't know I like him just yet and I'm probably SO FREAKIN' RED IN THE FACE!!! "Uh..."
"Dude, I'm so sorry. It's my fault." I see a hand in my line of vision- a very sexy hand, at that - and I reach for it. "An---"
"H-Hey!" yells (gasps/wheezes) one of those fucking, asswhipe, fat, fat, fat, fat, FUCKTARD security guards. "Stop r-right there, young man!"
Shiiiiiiit.
Officer Tubby Lardstein and his sidekick Chunky The Fat Man Wonder catch up to me and start panting to Hiroshi.
"We're very sorry if this man has bothered you and we're assisting him out of the building right away," the first says.
"Ah, but you see..." Hiroshi says and sighs before they - or I - can do anything. "This is Seguchi-san's brothing-in-law."
The security guards blink.
The guitarist nods solemnly.
"Oh... Uh... Aheheh..." The second guard coughs, and thinks he now understands just why I've been here so often for so long. (Does everyone know about Tohma's crush on my brother?!) "Very sorry, Yuki-sama-san. I didn't... Um... Come one, Sano."
"Eh? Oh. H-hai!" stutters the fatter/firster one.
They both rush off.
There's a small silence.
"You know that was kind of gross." I say, because I'll be fucked by Shuichi before I'll be hit on by Tohma.
"Which is why you should be glad Seguchi doesn't see the likeness between you and your brother."
Seguchi hit on Tatsuha death to the evil Tohma vermin by squish!
"So, before we were so obecely interrupted," says the master of the Androgynous Macho technique wittily. "You can call me Hiroshi. I mean, we're practically in-laws. Or something..."
If I weren't trained to be oh-so-very-sly-and-sexy with my emotions by my dear aniki, I probably would have started drooling and mumbling like Tsuwabuki around Touga. Or, more likely, squealing and glomping like JJ within a one-million mile radius of Dee.
"Um... You're right, but that's a kinda bad... Way of putting it." I chuckle, acting nervously disturbed.
"Oh, yeah. That was friggin dumb considering we just got off that topic." Hiroshi looks embarrassed and doesn't know that he just made my day.
Who cares if I've gotta act like the freakin' fruitcake of hell to get with Hiroshi?!
"So, uh... What're you doing here anyway?" he asks, still looking so ADORABLY flustered!
"My brother told me to bring Shuichi his lunch. He forgot it again." I hold up the box of vegetable sushi that I was going to eat myself and had stealthily hidden away.
Quick save!
"Oh. That's right. He did say something about you moving in, didn't he? ...Well, he technically, he said a lot of somethings about that..."
Hiroshi laughs and I see a drop of sweat roll down his face.
Fantasies of being the Dios to his Utena and lickin' that drop away cross my mind.
Oh dear God. Let my dreams someday be a reality! PLEASE.
"So, I guess I can give that to Shuichi for you. So you don't have to wait," Hiroshi offers a hand, this time to take the sushi.
"Hm? Oh, okay. Thanks." I hand it over, and I'm sad 'cause I know our encounter is coming to an end.
But I can't do anything, or else I'll look like a fuckin' nut job and all my previous acts will have been for nothing!
Curse you, God. Why does it have to stop here?!
Why?
Why?!
WH--
"I've got break in like half an hour," Hiroshi says, cutting off my pessimistic (ooh! big word!) train of thought. "Wanna go out for coffee or something?"
"Sure." I shrug. "Then I'll meet you..."
"The lobby."
"Okay! Thanks."
"Ja."
"Ja."
OhmygodohmygodohmygodTHANKYOU!!
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And that's all you get for now. I'm sorry it wasn't all that good. I thank Dan Shive again and disclaim the following statement,
"HEY!! IS THAT A DEMON DUCK?!"