A/N: Two in a row of being early…Now that is just friggin scary, do I have a temperature? Somebody please check; anyways, next chapter have fun reading. And I'm doing time jumps too or else this would get really boring really quickly.
Disclaimer: Very few things do I own, I don't even own sanity, but of course who does?
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"Talking"
'Thoughts'
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Chapter Six
. : Ch. 6 Practicing For Play : .
Mitsuru sat at the bar, any moment now they would be back and the headaches would commence. Moments later, he heard his brother's annoying greeting of, "Ohhh Mitty-chan, were back!" With a roll of his eyes he muttered, "Just great." As Ryu walked into the bar area followed closely by Mahiru the younger tengu asked, "Wow Ryu, you've been here for a whole week, are you going for a record?"
The other just simply ignored his brother and instead he turned his attention to Mahiru, who had a look of deep concentration on her face as she picked at her bottom lip with her teeth. "Mahiru darling, what's the matter? Is it the play; do you need help?" Ryu asked; a second later he said, "Will you stop chewing your lip." Reaching over the boy pinched her lip between his thumb and index finger. "It's a nasty habit and bad for your lip." (I should really follow that advice but I don't.)
"Oh, umm sorry," she said.
"Don't worry, you're forgiven. You are stressed about something, I can tell." He released her bottom lip. "Here," he motioned to the bar, "sit down and we'll talk about it."
"Okay, thanks that'll be really great." Mahiru sighed slumping onto a barstool not too far away from Mitsuru. That tengu now had his face plastered to the smooth surface of the bar. What had happened was that as Ryu was walking around to the other side of the bar (ya know, the part w/the drinks) he shoved his younger brother's head into the bar. "Umm, Mitsuru, this is may seem like a stupid question but…are you ok?"
"Oh don't worry; I'm sure he's just peachy. Here, drink this and tell me what the problem is." In front of the girl he placed a dark carbonated liquid; she stared at it for awhile before Ryu chuckled, "Don't worry; it's a vanilla coke sweetie. Now tell Ryu what's the matter." He pulled up a stool as the girl took a sip of the beverage before beginning.
"I just feel like…I dunno, maybe I shouldn't have tried out for the play."
"Finally she thinks it through!" Mitsuru half shouted before getting a nuggie and threats to shut the hell up when you're not in a conversation.
"Now Mahiru, why do you think that?"
"Because, I'm…I don't feel like I could do as good of a job as some of the other girls. And I keep forgetting lines and steps and I can't interact very well with the other kids. All in all I'm not very good!" Soon her head had also found its way onto the top of the bar. "It's hopeless…I'm quitting." She muttered.
The boy that was sitting across from her stroked the top of her head, "Now now, don't think like that. Listen, the director chose you for a reason, they think that you can do it. Have a little bit of faith in yourself. Ho much longer till the play opens anyway?"
"About three or four months."
"That is plenty of time, why after all you've got both me and Nozomu to help. So don't quit OK?" The reply was a nod of the blonde hair."
Mitsuru watched the interaction between the two; he had this odd feeling in the pit of his stomach that made him, for some reason, really pissed off. 'Is this…nah, it can't be. There's no way in hell that I'm jealous of Ryu. No way in hell!' True, his brother was able to talk with her easier; but that was because when that bastard first met her he didn't come off as a complete ass or try to kill her, unlike himself. 'Ahh, screw the proverbial shit, the main thing is that I hate 'em.' "I'm outta here, this is sickening." He hopped off his barstool and exited out the front door.
SsSsSsS
Misoka, who was standing just outside one of the doorways to the bar listening and watching the recent events, turned and went back down in the basement where he had been with Akira and Nozomu trying to fix their ancient washing machine.
"How goes the battle Nozomu?" The fox asked halfway down the stairs. The werewolf who was sitting a top the dryer waved to Misoka; the reason why Akira was on top of the dryer was because most of the rest of the floor space was covered with what used to be the washing machine parts and a boxlike structure with Nozomu's greasy khaki's sticking out.
"Hey Nozomu, Misoka asked ya a question." Akira called down the box. Soon the rest of Nozomu came out, also covered in grease. "Just get a new one of these that isn't older than the damn dirt."
The kitsune then asked the most obvious question ever, "Why?"
"Unless you know about three good mechanics and possibly an exorcist, this thing is fried to hell and I swear it's possessed." He said eyeballing some of the parts scattered about the floor. "So what's goin' on in the world above?"
Sitting down on a step the elder sighed, "Well, the Princess is having second thoughts about joining the play but Ryu is consoling her about it."
"What does Mitsuru think about it?"
"Does 'almost ready to throw a jealous rage' describe anything to you?" He said taking a cloth from his pocket and cleaning his glasses off, "I'm just waiting to see what happens when he slips up."
Nozomu chuckled, "Misoka, you are so evil at times it's scary. But I can't help but share your opinion that would be very funny he'll probably be like 'Oh shit, I didn't say that, stop staring at me like that ya friggin crazy girl!'"
"Whadda ya think Mitsuru would do if he ever found out that we know that he likes Mahiru?" Akira asked randomly looking at them upside down as he hung his head down off the dryer. The two older ones said in almost complete unison, "Damn us through hell and back for all eternity duh." The statement had then been followed by complete silence.
"Well," Nozomu stood up, "I'm gonna go get cleaned up now." Stepping past the fox demon he hopped up the steps two at a time. "Hey," He said emerging from the basement, Nozomu now understood why Misoka had said that Mitsuru was ready to go into a jealous rage; Ryu sat there with Mahiru stroking her hair and basically hugging her across the bar top. If and when those two kissed and Mitsuru saw, he knew that there would probably be some major hell that would go on.
When he saw Nozomu in the doorway Ryu half yelled, "Well speak of the devil, here he is right now Mahiru. Hey Nozomu, me and you'll help Mahiru here wit getting ready for the play won't we?"
"Yeah of course I'll help, but not at this second, I gotta get a shower from dealing with a possessed washing machine; but after that I shall help as much as I can." He then exited the room and on his way to the bathroom he thought about how it was definitely going to be fun to watch Mitsuru's fireworks when the time came.
SsSsSsSsS
Mitsuru returned back sometime later, his "little" streak of jealousy had calmed down slightly back to its normal level. As he walked in, Akira had been emerging from the basement with a basket of clean laundry that was supposed to be taken up earlier but had been neglected.
"Oh hey Mitsuru, will you take this upstairs to Ryu's room?" Before Mitsuru could give his usual 'hell no' the werewolf shoved the basket in his arms and fled back downstairs yelling behind him, "Thanks, now I can clean up what's left of the washer!"
Upon hearing that the tengu thought, 'Exactly what the hell did they do to the washing machine?' As soon as the question was thought it was basically gone. When you let a machine hungry vampire, a hyperactive werewolf, and a fox who finds it all amusing, try to fix a washing machine; you'd rather not know.
Same Time, Same House, Different Place. (OK maybe just a little bit earlier.)
Ryu sat at the desk in his room paging through one of his books from the library when there was a soft knock on the door. "Come in," he said not taking his eyes from the book. He knew that it would be Mahiru, earlier he had told her to do her homework and that when she was finished he'd help her with play."
"Hey, hope I'm not interrupting anything."
"No dear Mahiru, nothing at all, just a bit of reading to pass the time." He motioned to the bed, "Go on and sit down. That way, we can talk about which area to start improving on first." Mahiru crossed the room and sat down cross-legged on the bed.
"Well, we were kinda working on character interaction and I'm…not really good with it." The girl mumbled staring down at the spots on the carpet where the last rays of sunlight shined through the window.
Ryu nodded his head, "Ok, and tell me exactly what kind of interaction?"
Mahiru gulped loudly and had a slight blush on her cheeks, "The…kisses, I have one with the kid who plays Willard and every time he gets close to my face I start cracking up…"
The tengu hopped up off his chair, "Well, we'll just have to fix that now won't we?" He plopped next to her on the bed. "Here's how we fix the problem, now you have to stare at my eyes, eventually you won't have to but to start out you do. Okay now, are you staring? If so then keep on staring." He said looking deeply into her eyes that were deep pools of blue that seemed to be pulling him in.
"Okay, I'm staring." Ryu's eyes were like a deep fog that, when you looked deep enough you could see your own reflection. Before she had realized it their faces were getting closer and soon they were locked into a passionate kiss.
Mitsuru walked up the steps and opened the door to his brother's room. As quickly as he had opened it the tengu shut it. In there…on the bed…were his brother and the girl he liked… KISSING
The boy didn't know what to do or think. He just put the basket in front of the door and backed away to his own room, hoping that the two hadn't noticed the interruption. 'Maybe it was just a bad dream and I'll wake up tomorrow and that never happened.' He thought as he slid off his clothes and crawled under the covers in just his boxers.
As much as Mitsuru had wised it was just a dream, deep down he knew that it had actually happen but he hadn't realized that it was for the play. Mitsuru thought they actually liked each other in that way and he kept seeing them kissing each other as he drifted off into a fitful sleep.
TBC
A/N: MUWHAHA! First kiss in this fic and it isn't M&M HAHAHA! HOLY FUCK! Dodges random objects and machine gun fire. Anyways, now that I know you all want to kill me I'm gonna tell ya that I'm putting this fic on hold until I get my art homework finished but in my spare time I'll try to write. I'm sorry about this folks but I'm a procrastinator and now I only have two weeks left to do 3 pieces of art which I've hardly started on. So see ya'll again soon hopefully!
Thanks Reviewers:
MitsukiShiroi- Yes, the bridge thing was quite funny, as for what you think'll happen…I'm sorry but if I told you I'd have to kill you.
Motokonbaka- No no, she's your character so you keep her. 'Who is this guy?' 'He an asshole sir, Major Asshole.'
JesusGirl883- Technically I updated Monday and now I'm updating 4 days earlier than I planned for this.
LilyoftheFlames- Cool, that's what play my school did in fact I started Tape Player during play, I had a lot of time to think it up. Anyways, were you in the play, if so what were you? I was a townsperson so I wasn't out on the stage very much.
Ilovekaihiwatari- Oks, here's chappie 6 chappie 7 probably won't come for a little bit.
Elen- Well, that's a good thing I'm glad ya liked the chapter (Hopefully other people won't hurt me either.)