"Ryu!" I squealed ecstatically. "I still can't believe that we're going to America"
Ryuichi smiled toleratingly at me. We were sitting next to each other in First Class on a flight to America.
"Aren't you worried Tatsuha"
"About what?" I asked, confused.
"About not being able to speak English"
"Ne, Ryu-chan, do you mean igirisu"
""Yes. And it is Eng-a-lish"
"Igirisu!" I said happily.
Ryuichi hid his face in his hands, exasperated.
"I have you! Ryu-chan. You speak English"
"But what if we get seperated? What will you do then"
"Do you really think that you can get rid of me that easily?" I teased. Trying to coax out the genki Ryu I knew and loved.
"Na no da!" Yes! I was successful! Ryu broadly grinned. "Kumagoro likes you too much to lose you! If we do, we'll track you down! Right Kumagoro"
"Kumagoro hugs!" Shouted the pink bunny. It was his favorite thing to do. Besides Kumagoro beam. He'd yell that then give you a huge hug, just for kicks.
"Kumagoro!" I squealed. "No more hugs!" A lot of people were staring at us. Then I realized that we were the only people NOT english or american sitting in the First Class section. "Uhhh..." I blushed. "Gomenosai." Ther stared even harder (If possible.) and started to whisper. "Ryu-chan? I can't understand what they're saying..." I whined. God! Have we switched places in personalities
Ryu's eyes glistened with anger."It's nothing Tatsuha." Then he turned towards the staring people. /What do you think you are doing/ He asked with undisguised fury. All of his childishness gone. A glare good enough to give Yuki a run for his money on his face.
Interlude.
Yuki sneezed.
"Yuki? What's wrong?" Shuichi asked him worriedly.
Someone's glaring enough to kill. I don't want to meet up with that person... "Umm..." He improvised. "Baka. It's because I was locked in a dusty closet for about 4 hours"
"Oh..." Shuichi said sheepishly.
Back to our story.
/You are being rude and prejudiced. What's so about two Japanese guys flying to America in First Class? Do you think that we're here on a free ride and that we don't deserve this? Or is it because we're gay. What is wrong wit that/
By now I was utterly confused because I couldn't understand a word he was saying, and Ryu had stood up and was glaring the now sheepish crowd down.
/For your information, I am the famous Jpop singer Sakuma Ryuichi of Nittle Grasper. I just finished my solo tour in America. Is it so bad that I decided to come back for a visit on vacation with my lover? Now leave us alone./ He sat down, fuming. Then broke out in a smile. "Let's play a game Tatsuha!" Dang. I thought. I don't think 'll ever understand him, but I hope to someday!
"Tatsuha! Tatsuha! Wake up." He squealed. /We're her/ He said in english. He was so excited that he even lapsed out of japanese. We left the plane and entered the airport.
"Now what do we do Ryu-chan?" A lot of people whipped their heads around when they heard me, but Ryu glared them down like a protective guard dog.
"Now we go to our bags. I know where it is"
"You do?" I asked, surprised.
He smiled gently. "I have been here before, Tatsuha-chan!" He said teasingly.
"Oh." I flushed with embarrassement and looked down.
He tilted my chin up. "Now why are you hiding that pretty face/Here we are1/" Some girls were staring at us and giggling at Ryu's atics. /He's my broher./ He lied. But the girls soaked it all up and left us alone.
"Let's get our bags Tatsuha-chan!" He hopped up and down in excitement hugging Kumagoro to his chest with one arm and pointing with the other. "See! They're on... that"
"Wow!" I breathed when I saw when I saw the rotating machine. Ryu giggled.
"We have to get close to get our bags, Tatsuha!" He dragged me off to the exit. (A/N: I'm assuming this airport is like the rest I've been to. Baggage check on the first floor, and flight waiting area on the second)
As we traveled down the excalator, a loud booming voice announced /There you are Ryuichi/
"K-san!" Ryu shouted as he waved to a blond o te first floor who had a gun resting his shoulder. I thought guns weren't allowed in airports
"Come on Tatsuha-chan! Let's go see K-san!" He said and promptly drug me towards the scary blond, once we reached the first floor that is.
/Your car awaits! You lovebirds/
Ryu blushed a deep red.
"What'd he say Ryu-chan"
"Umm"
/Let's go/ K shouted and drug us outside the building.
A black Mercedes Benz Was idling near the door. (A/N: In a no parking pick-up only area of course! That's why K is in such a hurry. XD)
K promptly shoved us into the car and then shut the door.
"I'll /see you/ at the hotel /later/" He shouted happily before signalling the driver to leave.
Ryu ad I both blushed when we realized that K was trying to give us some time together, alone.
"Umm..." Ryu said, embarrassed. But he didn't look away from me.
"Let's take advantage of this, shall we?" I half asked, half joked right before I leaned in for a soft loving kiss.
/We're here/ Interrupted cheerful voice.
/Where's here/ Asked a genki Ryu. /Kumagoro wants to know/ He demanded.
/Well Kumagoro/ Said the driver.
All I can understand is Kumagoro. What are they talking about? I thought to myself.
/Here is... dinner/ The driver enthusiastically anounced.
/Dinner/
"Hai"
"Hai what?" I asked curiously.
"He brought us here for dinner!" Anounced Ryu. He peered out the window. "And it's my favorite place and everythng!" He announced gleefully. He opened the door and ran towards the resturaunt. "Come on Tatsuha! Your're taking too long!" He shouted. Before I got out, the driver said "I'll go park the car, then I'll come in and find you two." He smiled friendly like.
"Okay." I said. A little wary.
"Come on Tatsuha!" Screeched Ryu.
I shut the door and jogged up to the bouncing 32 year old. (A/N: Excuse me if I have ages wrong. I'm crazy, and in a hurry. Friend points gun to my head. "Damn straight you are." Eheh. Yes Master... I mean Desi... ;;) He grabbed my hand and pulled me inside. "Wow." I breathed. Then blushed self consciously. This is a fancy place, and all I'm wearing is a white t-shirt, leather jacket, and tight jeans. I look like a pretty boy. Ryu would too,except for the fact that he's like a genki kawaii child. But I have a feeling that people would let him into their resturaunt no matter what he was wearing. He's wearing that yellow shirt of his with the cute white frilly thing enderneath, with baby blue tight jeans.
/Hello sir, how may I help you... Ryuichi! You've come back to America? But I thought that your tour was over/
/It is, Raymond./ Ryu scooched closer to me and changed his grip so that he was now linked to my arm. Then he grinned. /This is purely for pleasure. Is my favorite seat open Na no da/
/Third floor, seat for two, next to a window/
/Yes/
/Monica will take you two up./ He said while handing two menus to a slender brown haired girl.
/Just one menu please, Raymond./ He grinned and elbowed me. /Tatsuha can't read english./ He teased.
"Wow." I breathed, and turned to Ryu who was grinning with pleasure. "This place has a great view!" Ryu pulled a seat out for me and I sat down without peeling my eyes from the window.
"Best view in town." He said wit pride.
"I bet"
"Have you ever had american food before Tatsuha"
"Not really. Just burgers and fries, mostly"
"Well, then I'll just choose for you. He waved ot Monica who rushed over. /A large order of spagetti./ e said. Grinned from ear to ear.
/What about kumagoro/ Asked Monica. /Where is he/
/I left him in the car/
/Ooh../ She teased, and winked at me. Te she walked off with our menu. I finally turned away from the window to look at our surroundings.
"Wow." I breathed yet again. "This place is really nice"
"Anything for you Tatsuha"
Go ahead ad kill me now. Apparently a lot of people think my story is good. According to Desi. Points another gun at my head. "You better believe it. Now write the next chapter." Crazy gun wielding american. She won't leave me alone! Oh well. As you can see, I have a real low self esteem right now, so I would appreciate it if I got some reviews at some point in time. So far I have 3... ; Not enough for my ego thankyou! So... If you want more chappies, I need more reviews. Capeesh!