Where was kumagoro dropped? I thought, trying really hard to remember where I last saw him as I ran down the street. The Record store
The record store owner was at the counter thinking: Who's bunny is this! As I burst in the door. "That's my bunny!" I shouted.
The owner looked quite shocked. Speak of the devil. He thought.
I left the store looking quite pleased with myself while holding kumagoro under my arm. I got back to Ryuichi's house and found the door open. I peered inside. Where did he go? He's not here! I shut the door and sat down on the couch. Hopefully he's not gone for very long... I thought.
A few hours later found me passed out on the couch from exhaustion. Earlier Shuichi had called to see if I was okay.
Flashback
"Ring" The telephone? Should I answer it? No, I'll just let the answering machine pick it up. I mean it is Ryuichi's phone
"Beep..." "Tatsuha?" Asked Shuichi. "Are you there"
I leaped at the phone and picked it up. "Hello"
"Tatsuha? Are you coming back soon? Or are you going home"
"Neither." I said flatly. I explained what had happened earlier because I knew that Shuichi would understand.
"Now I'm waiting for him to come back to his house." I finished.
"I'll tell Yuki that you're busy. He'll let you're family know that you'll be back later. You're lucky that this is your summer break"
"Yeah, thanks Shuichi. 'Bye"
End Flashback
I Woke up when I heard the door flung open. Then someone gasped.
I sat up. "Tatsuha!" Said a very slurred voice. "What are you doing here?" Ryuichi asked, confused. Right before he passed out on the floor. My god! I think He's drunk! My obsession is drunk. I could so take advantage of this. I thought evilly. But I won't. Since he's so cute. Anyways, I like him too much to do that to him. I gently picked him up and took him to the bathroom.
Ryuichi POV
Good thing the bar is so close to my house. I thought as I stumbled to the elevator. I was too drunk to handle the stairs. Damn. I thought sluggishly. When I left, I left the door open! "Shit." I cussed. But when I finally got to my door, It was closed. I opened the door and gasped. He was sitting o my couch? "What are you dong here?" Then everything blurred and I blacked out.
I slowly recovered. "Tatsuha"
"Ssh. Ryuichi? Are you drunk"
"Hnn?" I couldn't pay attention to what he was saying. I was really confused. So I went back to my first topic. "What are you..." I couldn't finish the sentence. It was too hard to control my mouth. "Oh! My stomach!" I gasped.
"Do you need to throw up!" He asked, worried.
"Yes." I groaned. "Just leave me alone for a bit, okay"
I was conscious to realize what room I was in and to have enough pride to want him ear me while I was sick.
"Okay." He agreed. "But I'll be back in a bit." He left the room, closing the door behind him.
Tatsuha POV It's okay that he made me leave. I don't mind. He needs the privacy I guess. I thought. I need to call Shuichi anyways... Thank god for 69!
"Hello"
"Hey Shuichi"
"Is Ryuichi home yet Tatsuha"
"Yeah, and I need your help"
"What is it? I can be over in a bit"
"He's drunk." I stated flatly.
"Oh. I'll be right over..." Click.
I just stood there. Staring at the phone at the phone in my hand. I was helpless. I can't help! I'm only 16! I don't deal with drunk people on a daily basis. Hell, I've never even been drunk! Why am I even here? I should just leave..." I started towards the door.
"Tatsuha?" Ryuichi's weak voice called. We was peering around the bathroom door looking for me. "Are you leaving?" He asked groggily when he saw my hand on the knob to his front door. He stumbled into the room, tripping. "Please don't go!" He reached out as he fell. I stepped forward as he fell and caught him. Picking him up and carrying him to the couch, I murmered in his ear, "You don't want me to leave?" He snuggled into my chest. "Never." He stated.
When Shuichi burst in through the door, he found me sitting on the couch holding Ryuichi on my lap. He had fallen into a restless sleep a while back and I was watching over him while breathing gently, my nose in his hair.
Shuichi saw that Ryuichi was asleep, so spoke quietly. "Is he okay"
"He got sick." I whispered.
"What have you been doing"
"Nothing.." I said dejectedly. "When he came out," I nodded at the bathroom. "He collapsed. I've been holding him since. I," I broke off. "I just wanted to help. But all I can do is attempt to comfort him." I said. "I'm worthless!" I spat. "He hates me. I shouldn't even be here." I started to cry. Shuichi looking on helplessly.
"Tatsuha?" Ryuichi stirred. "You're not useless na no da... I need you. Please stop crying." He pleaded. My eyes opened wide. The door closed behind Shuichi with a faint snick. Aspirin was left behind on the table.
Shuichi walked down the hallway, down the stairs, and outside. Yuki was leaning against the building, smoking a cigarette while waiting for his lover. "Back so soon?" He asked curiously. Shuichi walked up, stood on his toes, and softly kissed Yuki. "I think that they have it under control now. But I left your aspirin there." Yuki dropped his cigarette. "You did what!" He asked incredulously. "You now I need that stuff!" He huffed." Shuichi shrugged. "You can buy some more. Come on, let's go." HE walked towards the car on the curb. Not looking back once.