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Chapter 13: Tat-kun
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Ryuichi hugged Kumagorou tightly, a scowl on his face as he glared at Tohma. "Cancel the concert! I'm not singing!"
He sat curled in a chair, leather pants and skin tight tank top constricting his movement to a bare minimum. His shout was heard clearly across the room, with a very un-Ryuichi seriousness that made it all the more disconcerting.
Tohma stared at his bandmate, unamused expression on his face. It didn't add up. Ryuichi loved to sing, and he loved performing. He's been happy and bubbly about everything until just now.
"Ryuichi…" Tohma asked, "Are you feeling all right?" He leaned forward in his seat.
"Go away, Tohma…" Ryuichi's eyes went from glaring to filling with tears in seconds. He sniffled. "I can't sing…"
Standing, Tohma went to sit by Ryuichi. "Why can't you sing?" He asked, clearly having no plans of going away. He reached with one hand to wipe away his best friend's tears.
"Because I can't!" Ryuichi wailed, turning to cling to Tohma. "I suck! I can't go onstage!"
Placing both hands on Ryuichi's back, Tohma chuckled. "You? Ryuichi?" He said, a hint of a real smile on his face. "You don't suck. Someone who sings badly wouldn't have several thousand people screaming their name every time he performs."
It was true. Frightened fans were outside waiting for the concert, continually naming the members of the band Nittle Grasper. Of course, most were shouting 'RYUICHI', because the hardcore fans new exactly what made the band truly great.
Ryuichi just cried harder, burying his face in Tohma's shoulder. "I-I can't do it…!" The force of his sobs were making both of their chairs shake, and Ryuichi gripped Tohma's shirt. "I…want my Tat-kun…"
Now it really didn't make sense…
"Tatsuha is in the audience, remember?" Tohma asked, holding Ryuichi a bit tighter. "That's why you were so excited."
"He is?" Ryuichi looked up, eyes shining a bit but tears gone.
Tohma smiled, wiping the remainder of Ryuichi's tears with the pads of his thumbs. "Did you forget already? I told you a few hours ago he would be out there."
"We have to get onstage!" Ryuichi bounced from his seat, holding Kumagorou by the ear. "Let's go, Tohma!"
Standing up with a slight smile, Tohma walked over to join his friend.
You could hear the audience, screaming and calling for the show. This particular concert hall had four box seats, one of which Tohma had given to Tatsuha. Simply to make Ryuichi happy.
"Box 4!" Tohma yelled over the cries of the audience.
Ryuichi flashed Tohma a thumbs up, bouncing out onto the stage to face his audience.
"Sorry for being late, everyone!" He smiled as people cheered. "We had some difficulties, but it's all okay now!"
Ryuichi held the mike and Kumagorou in one hand. "Now are you guys ready to rock?"
Noriko sighed in relief as he band mates came onstage. She winked at Tohma, hands poised over the keys of he keyboard.
Freezing as the music began, Ryuichi's eyes locked on the empty box 4. If Tatsuha wasn't there…His eyes began to fill again and his mouth opened soundlessly.
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Tatsuha stood in the kitchen of his father's home, still staring at the concert ticket ripped in half on the counter.
After the disbelief had passed, he cursed his father's name over and over. Just because he'd missed a day or two of work was no reason to rip up his ticket!
Uesugi had been in a horrible mood for a long time after Yuki had left. But…Tatsuha had promised both Tohma and Ryuichi that he'd go! He'd been so excited when Tohma had called to tell him that he was lending N-G's box.
It was supposed to be great but then…
He'd found the ripped ticket, only a little while after he'd left it on the table. There'd also been a note, with one word written on it.
center I Forbidden /I /center
Followed by the crest of the Uesugi family. Which meant his father was telling him that Ryuichi was forbidden from seeing Ryuichi.
Well.
Fuck his father.
Picking up his cell phone, he pushed the voice recognition button and stated, "My darling Ryuichi," and waited.
Busy signal. Fuck.
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"Tohma…" Ryuichi's voice was weak and he had enough sense not to speak into the microphone. Tears were building in the corners of his eyes, and he turned to his friend.
"He's not here…" The mike dropped to the stage with a thump and squeal that echoed throughout the room. Ryuichi followed with a much less audible thunk, burying his face in his hands.
Tatsuha wasn't there…He needed his Tat-kun to hold him when the concert ended…To tell him he was great even if he sucked.
And Tatsuha wasn't there.
Tohma rushed toward Ryuichi, kneeling down. "Ryuichi!" he said, clearly worried beyond belief. Noriko followed seconds later.
The crowd was growing into a state of panic, hysterically clawing and very nearly getting past the guards. Tohma called to someone offstage and another rush of guards rushed forward from nowhere. One with the name 'Akio' printed on his badge scooped Ryuichi up like he weighed less than a feather and carried him offstage with Tohma and Noriko in tow.
Ryuichi couldn't tell who was holding him, and he couldn't care less. His tears were making a large, wet spot on Akio's dark uniform, and his sobs were making him hard to hold.
No Tat-kun…Tatsuha had left him alone, something the other man had promised he'd never do…
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The past hundred times Tatsuha had called Ryuichi, it had always said, I La li ho! Ryuichi's not hear right now so please leave a message after the beep, na no da! /I
The first fifty messages were apologies; the second were all worried questions.
Still cursing his father, Tatsuha took the keys to his Aneki's car, running hurriedly outside. He pushed the 'unlock' button on the key chain, jumping inside and pulling out of the driveway. He left a few pleasant streaks of rubber on the pavement.
It was a good four hours to get to Tokyo. Tatsuha would probably miss the concert but…
At least he could beg for Ryuichi's forgiveness in person.
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By he thirtieth call, Ryuichi had thrown his cell phone at the couch, where it lay buried beneath several pillows and a blanket. He hadn't listened to any of the messages, just tossed the phone out of pure aggravation.
He wasn't crying now. He was angry.
Tatsuha hadn't been there, which meant he'd broken a promise. The concert had been postponed, if not canceled because Ryuichi couldn't and wouldn't sing.
The singer in question was pacing the length of his dressing room, ignoring worried glances from his band mates and manager. He didn't care if they were worried. All he knew was that they weren't Tatsuha and that he couldn't bruise them for lying.
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It had taken Tatsuha a long time to reach Tokyo. Stupid fucking traffic. He was sure he'd just earned his Aneki many tickets for ignoring red lights but who cared!
He parked right in front of the concert hall (illegal, yes) and immediately jumped up to the ticket booth. A large sign said 'sold out'. Swearing loudly, Tatsuha kicked the front of the booth and immediately groaned at his now badly bruised big toe.
A man in a long jacket heard him, striding over with a grin on his face. He was, by the looks of it, a scalper.
Holding out a ticket, the man grinned. "Ten thousand yen."
Grumbling, Tatsuha reached into his wallet. Damn, that was all he had! Well, there goes his last few months' worth of pay. He handed it to the scalper, he glared.
Well, it wasn't so bad. He could see Ryuichi, maybe.
He'd heard over the radio that the concert was being postponed for a few hours.
Rushing inside, he pushed his way past all of the groupies and tired concert-goers. He was yelling at the top of his lungs the name of his lover, 'I'm sorry's and attempted beating two guys wearing 'I'd fuck Ryuichi' tee-shirts.
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There was a voice that Ryuichi could pick out from all the others. And it was a voice he recognized.
That meant Tatsuha was here!
Ryuichi bolted from his recently taken seat, torn between storming out furiously or breaking down in relieved tears. His Tat-kun was here…
Instead of storming out or crying, Ryuichi stepped over to where Tohma was zoning out. Giving the chair a sharp, jerking kick, Ryuichi picked up Kumagorou again.
"Get up."
Tohma stood up, recognizing the look on Ryuichi's face. He stepped over to Noriko, shaking her awake. "He's ready."
Noriko automatically woke up completely at Tohma's words.
Out in the audience, Tatsuha took another breath to yell.
The lead singer of Nittle Grasper stepped out on stage, looking much more serious than he had the first time. He picked up the microphone from where he'd dropped it hours before.
"Sorry for the delay everyone!" Ryuichi's eyes locked on Tatsuha, and he couldn't help but smile in relief. "But everything's definitely all right now!" He grinned at the once again cheering audience. Even after a five-hour delay…
"Let's fly, everyone!"
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"GOD FUCKING DAMMIT!"
Akio watched the younger man wearily. "Sir, that language is not-"
"I DON'T GIVE A FUCK! TELL RYUICHI I'M HERE!" Tatsuha yelled, glaring at the guard whom was a good foot taller than him.
"And you are…?"
"JUST TELL HIM TAT-KUN WANTS TO SEE HIM!"
Nodding boredly, Akio motioned to another guard to take his post. "I'll do so, sir."
Ryuichi had an arm draped over his face when Akio came into the room. Kumagorou was tucked in the crook of his elbow, and he lay flat on his back on the couch. He cracked an eye open, yawning. With sluggish movements, he pulled out his headphones an smiled.
It had to be at least four AM. The concert had been huge, and they'd ended up playing most of their old hits as an apologetic encore.
"Hi!"
Akio bowed. "I'm sorry for disturbing your sleep, Sakuma-san. There is a rather insistent fan outside who says you know him."
"Really?" Ryuichi sat up, pushing a hand through his hair. He was tired… "What's his name? Is it Tat-kun?" He smiled hopefully.
With a blink, Akio answered slowly. "He did say his name was Tat-kun…"
Standing with an excited bounce, Ryuichi beamed. "Let him in!"
Bowing again, Akio left the room.
A few minutes later, a very sheepish Tatsuha walked in.
"Tat-kun!" Ryuichi ran to his lover and hugged him tightly. His previous anger was temporarily forgotten in the excitement of seeing Tatsuha again.
Tatsuha closed his eyes, bringing his arms up to wrap around Ryuichi's back. "I'm sorry…"
Ryuichi pressed his face into Tatsuha's shoulder. "Where were you?"
"My father ripped my ticket in half this morning…" Tatsuha said, hurrying to stifle a sniffle. "I kind of…stole my Aneki's car to get here…" He added, trying to picture his punishment for that.
Clinging tightly to Tatsuha, Ryuichi looked up. "You stole her car?" His eyes got big and he bit his lip worriedly. "Tat-kun…"
"I don't care what she does to me. I'm just happy I got to your concert." Tatsuha said with a smile. Ryuichi could go from being sex-on-a-stick onstage to cute and adorable (but also somehow sexy as well) so easily. That was simply seductive.
Ryuichi made a happy 'squee' noise. "I couldn't perform without you here…" He admitted, snuggling as close to Tatsuha as he could and remain standing.
Tatsuha stared down at the older man, his lover. "Ryuichi…" His tone was serious, questioning.
"Tat-kun?" Ryuichi looked up at Tatsuha, puzzled. "What's wrong?"
"I love you…" He murmured, still staring down into Ryuichi's eyes.
The smaller man smiled brightly, resting his head against Tatsuha's shoulder. "You won't leave me alone again, will you? You promised…"
Sighing softly, Tatsuha kissed the top of Ryuichi's head. "It's hard to Ryu…I live far away from you…"
"Come live with me then." Ryuichi looked up at Tatsuha again, eyes pleading. "Please, Tat-kun?"
Staring down at his lover, Tatsuha ran those words through his mind a few times before they made perfect sense. "Live with you…?" he said, letting the idea sink in.
Ryuichi nodded empathetically. "Yeah! I have a lot of room that I don't use and you'd always be welcome."
Tatsuha's father would never let him. He already knew that. But who cared? His father could shove it up his ass.
"Okay."
Smiling brilliantly, Ryuichi stood up on his tiptoes and pressed a short kiss to Tatsuha's lips. "Thank you, Tat-kun…"
I No, thank you, Ryu… I
Pressing more firmly onto Ryuichi's lips, Tatsuha brought one hand up to his shoulder. God, he loved this man.
Ryuichi's lips parted under the extra pressure, and his hands tightened at Tatsuha's waist. He shut his eyes.
His Tat-kun was going to come live with him! He wouldn't be alone anymore!
As Tatsuha let his tongue slip into Ryuichi's warm mouth, he pictured his father's reaction. Well he could fuck himself and his 'forbidden' note. Tat-kun didn't give two shits.
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Suqua's note:
Dude! Hi! Sorry about the lateness and shortness of this chapter!
We're just plum evil!
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Have a nice day!
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