Part Two
Hiiragi Takuya first knew something was wrong when he woke and the sun was shining brightly in on an angle that proved it was after his usual time.
Then he noticed that the room he was lying in was not his own. It took a few seconds for his body to notice.
The final thing that promised he had not fallen asleep in his own room was the thin, boney shoulder lying under his cheek. That scent of skin could only belong to one person. He couldn't think of anything else that smelt like him except for the cologne he wore.
Takuya managed to get out of bed without waking the slight guitarist and padded through the silent apartment, looking around him curiously. It was not often that he was left unattended in this small space. More often than not, the only time he spent here was fucking Saki.
When the doorbell wrung he was startled away from his probe into the shelf containing all of Asakura's records. With a sudden desire not to have him woken in such a rude way, he grabbed his pants and pulled them on before padding to the door and opening it a crack with the chain still on.
It took a moment for his eyes to adjust to the light from the dark and covered basement rooms, but once he did he only found cause to wince. It was one of his little brother's friends. The teacher-slash-guitarist. He searched desperately for a name.
"Kondu-san?"
"Close," the older man said with a hesitant smile. Takuya mentally cursed the man's good nature. "Kondo Yuki. Ah, erm, is Asakura-kun in?"
Takuya actually contemplated saying no and shutting the door to go back to the pleasant dream that was left behind him, but politeness took over. This Kondo must either know Asakura well enough to know that he wouldn't be getting up before noon unless nagged, or didn't know him at all.
"Yes," Takuya sighed, shutting the door a little to slide the chain off the door. "Just a minute."
And that was how Asakura ended up leaving Takuya in his apartment alone while he went to practice.
Takuya, surprisingly to himself, did not even contemplate going home, despite the no doubt immense pile of work waiting for him. Instead, he pulled on his sweatpants from the day before and one of Saki's rock-concert t-shirts and went for a run.
This time he idid/i feel good afterwards, and, feeling quite pleased with himself, attempted to make rice and vegetables and only ended up scalding himself with hot water.
Saki kissed it better when he got back that evening, and fell asleep on his shoulder while they watched a movie on TV.
When Takuya looked down at a rumpled teenage boy with flickering light on his face and mascara-ed eyes he wondered what the hell ihe/i was doing with his life, wanted to do with his life.
He turned off the TV and slid down the back of the futon, curling his arms around his chest and blowing dark black hair out of his face with puffs of air. The simple warmth of resting like this... He wished it wouldn't fade.
Planet Earth is blue and there's nothing I can do... (move on to the last day, or review me, please!)