Mixture by Redvind
"Hey! Taichi, how were things without us?" Yamato grinned. Taichi smiled.
"How was your concert?"
Akira beat him on, "It's great! The best ever! You wouldn't believe how crowded it was. They were absolutely crazy. And you know what?" he said in one breath, couldn't control his excitement. "We rocked! We moved them! They went crazy because of us!"
Taichi teased, rolling his eyes. "Where have I heard that before?"
"What?! It's true. Right, guys?" he squeaked.
Yamato kicked him on the shin to shut him up and shunned him away, making him fall from his stool. "Yeah, right. Thanks Akira." The blonde took over his place, turned to the bartender with a grin. "I have a cd record. You can have it if you want."
Taichi was thrilled. He'd never gone to the Teenage Wolves' big concert before—correction, never anywhere but in Moony Wings as he didn't have much money to spend on the entertainment kind of things. He didn't know how to descript what he felt, so, he beamed brightly instead. "Thanks, Yamato."
The band smiled, satisfied.
A cough.
They all turned their heads to the younger waiter.
"Sorry for interrupting your conversation, Taichi-sampai, Yamato-san." He bowed to each name. "There are some orders needed to be served." Satoshi hand his sampai an order paper. The brunet bartender eyed the list briefly. He excused himself to gather things he needed—different glasses, syrup, honey, citrus, sugar, slices of fruits, many soda and absolutely, lots kind of alcohols.
Many shakers were laid on the counter top. The man in his job mixed each one with ease; he remembered how to make them all by heart. One by one, vary liquid color was poured in its own glass. Last was decoration as some cocktail needed to be more appealing. Less than 20 minutes later, the first work was done, first, because while Taichi was making Screw Driver, 2 or 3 more lists came along with the waiters.
"Order table 3 done." Satoshi took them adroitly, getting back where he had come.
"Taichi, here's for table 7."
"Put it here."
And it had been repeated like this a few time.
The band joked among themselves. If they hadn't known any better how popular the Moony Wings was, they'd have said the costumers wanted to keep Taichi occupied so that he was too busy to do anything else, like talking to the Wolves.
"Yamato?"
"Hum?"
A frozen blue liquid in a wide glass was set in front of him. The singer raised an eyebrow.
"This is from the girl over there. Blue Hawaii." Taichi nodded his head to the left. Everyone looked over and saw a grope of girls, especially one waving her hand playfully at them.
"Only Yamato? Not fair!" complained the certain Akira. He dramatically dropped his head on the bar. Taichi chuckled.
"No, of course not." He handed the guitarist a glass of red water. "For you, Akira, got Bull's Eyes." The brown haired member got up at once, taking a sip in delight.
"What about us?" Takashi asked teasingly. The brunet grinned in return.
"Sure, here you areeee..." he dragged the last word a little, bringing two hidden drinks out of nowhere. "...for our lovely keyboardist, Sunset and our favorite drummer here got princesses Snow White."
"Wow... I never expect this." Said Yutaka, amused.
"Modest."
They broke into a laugh. Surely this had happened before as they always got free drinks from strangers who tried to impress them wherever they went. Laughter only stopped when they noticed Taichi looked at them hesitatively.
"What's wrong, 'chi?" Yamato asked. The said boy grinned sheepishly.
"Well...actually...you got 2 more, one Royal Classic from another woman table 18 who walked past you a minute ago and..." this time he hesitated even more though the grin was still on. He waited until Yamato nodded encouragingly at him. A little sigh escaped his nervous lips, "...another one is Secret Lover from the guys over there."
Minute 1 said bye bye, minute 2 waving a hand as farewell, at minute 3...whole bomb laughter erupted loudly! Even Yamato who was stunned longest lost himself with them by corrupting on the bar, his body shaking.
"Wow! What a surprise! Look like those guys don't know you at all, ne, Yamato-chan?"
"Shut up, Akira." He snorted. Now he felt better like wanting to kill.
Gaining some control to himself, Takashi was wondering... "What do you think about this, Taichi?"
The brunet bartender smiled broadly. "To be honest, I kinda like it when you guys get free drinks from people, female or male it doesn't matter."
"Why?"
"Well, you see. The more I can sell drinks, the better. So I can do my job and get more paid."
"I can't believe you! You are using us as Lucky-Calling Cat! What if we die alcoholics?" guess who said this?
"That must take a million year since we know how your throat used to alcohol." Yutaka pointed out helpfully. Akira grinned, agreeing.
"Speaking of the favorite drummer, I haven't seen that stupid jerk lately. Where has he been?" the other band member stared at him strangely like he was losing his head.
"If I didn't know any better, I'd say you missed him." Takashi said teasingly.
The brown haired guitarist made a face, "Very funny."
"Stupid jerk?" Taichi puzzled.
"He means Koki of the Spider Web." Replyed Yutaka.
"Why stupid jerk?"
"Because that's what he is." Akira said hotly. Taichi raised an eyebrow, but shrugged.
"He and his band mates have a few concerts at Hokkaido. Tokio-san's cousin owns a club and asked if they could go play for him. They have stayed there for months now."
"I thought they had a member who was in high school? Don't they have a problem?" Yamato asked wonderingly. Taichi shook a shaker.
"Asashi-kun? Well, yeah. He's in high school, but I don't think he cares much about that. He loves going with his band. And since his grades never dropped, his family is careless. They let him do what he has passion for." He looked up from his work. "He's very smart. Satoshi, order table 22 done!"
Their talk went on until it's almost time the pub closed. The band offered their favorite bartender to come with them. He said he couldn't, explained that he had to do another job.
"Since when you started another job, Taichi?" Yamato asked.
"Umm...two weeks ago..."
"Why?"
"Taichi!" a girl squealed, running to the said man, hugging him. As their stud, the brunette said sheepishly.
"Guys, I guess you never met her before. This is my wife, Satoko."
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Oxford dictionary: wife; the woman that a man is married to.
School dictionary: wife; the woman who is married to your father and raises his children.
My dictionary: wife; the woman that goes to church with a man, swears to gods that she loves him and will forever be with him, helps him make children and all. Then she'll become your mommy and...
"I know what it means pretty well thank you very much!" Akira yelled angrily at the keyboard player. "And put that damn dictionary down before I throw it in a trash!"
Yutaka rolled his eyes, but obeyed.
"Calm down, Akira." Another member soothingly said. They were at Akira's living room. The two had to drag the over shock boy home since he's too studded to move himself. Yamato remained there, though.
"I'm calmed! Yamato's never told us about this. Neither has Taichi..."
"There must be something behind this." Takashi thought out loud. "And I hope Yamato can tell us what it is..."
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"May I ask again, 'chi, since when you have a wife?" the rock singer asked calmly, hiding his irritation. They were at Taichi's second part time job—a convenient stone. The brunet was working as a cashier. The dark blonde girl went back to their—Taichi's old--apartment. Luckily for him, there was no customer in this time of night.
Taichi sighed; it was never going to be this hard telling the blonde in his thought. Was he daydreaming too much?
"Do we really have to talk about it now?"
"Yes. No one's here to listen."
"Fine. You remember I told you why I hate the drunk and being drunk myself?" he nodded in answer. "I lost myself one day and slept with someone and ran away in the morning." Yeah, how could he forget about this anyway? "It's Satoko."
Yamato's jaw dropped. "Wha..."
The brunette nodded. "Yeah, the girl I slept with that night was Satoko. I didn't know at first. She came telling me a week after you guys left on tour. And I do need money 'cause she's carrying my baby."
"She's what?" ho, god! What on earth was going on tonight?!
Taichi looked him in the eyes. "I got her pregnant. It's not much I can make up for my selfishness. It's a chance. That's why I need to be a man so that I can take care of her properly."
"You...and she..." the musician mumbled uncertainly. Fuck! There's no where in hell he's got that girl pregnant, let alone having a baby! Well, it only meant that....
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"She's what?!" Akira exclaimed.
"She's pregnant and tells Taichi that it's his baby. Now he needs money for his coming up family whether he wants it or not." Yamato said a bit deep in thought. He went to Akira's after a short talk with the bartender-turn-cashier and got stuck to telling his friends things that occurred.
"No way! It's impossible. You told us you..."
"I know that, Akira." The guitarist shut up.
"So why she's lying to Taichi like that? And how did she know he slept with someone that night?" Takashi commented the matter of fact.
"She might hear us talking...or her friend could and told her that."
"Why?" Yutaka questioned.
"Easy!" Akira couldn't shut up any longer. "She's pregnant, right? She must be pregnant with someone else, not Taichi, we know very well why. And that buddy of Satan didn't want her baby or just having fun sleeping around and unfortunately made her perfectly smooth belly bigger and left. Then BUM! She needs an unlucky guy who is kind enough to take care of her. And that guy we're talking about happens to be Taichi who couldn't remember what he really did when he's drunk! See?!"
The others stared at him.
"What?"
"Oh, nothing...just impressed..." said the drummer, amazed.
"What are you implying?"
"Nothing." Akira growled.
While those two were having a childish fight, Yutaka turned to the lead singer who still quieted.
"What now, Yamato?"
The blonde cracked up a little, "Guys, we need to do something..."
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"You still up?" the brunet exclaimed surprisingly, didn't expect to see the girl awake when he got home. He actually told her to sleep when he gave her the house key.
"I was waiting for you." She said in a low shy voice. He sighed.
"You shouldn't have. You need rest." He kissed her forehead lightly. "But thanks." He smiled warmly at her. She smiled in relief.
"Come on, it's late. Let's get some sleep." He went inside the apartment, wrapping one arm around her waist. The apartment itself wasn't big, barely made room enough for two just like the ordinary Japanese old ones. He couldn't call it beautiful, but it's still nice and the best he could afford.
Taichi was fast asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow. You can say he's too tired; he worded until it's nearly morning draw for 2 weeks.
In the dark of the little room, he was unaware of a pair of emerald eyes watching him sadly.