Six
"Gakuto...," whined Jiroh crawling even closer to the small redhead on their bed.
"What?" snapped Gakuto.
Jiroh pulled the covers around both of them and made Gakuto curl up with him before continuing to speak.
""Oshitari-san seems like a nice person you know? Shishido told me," he said.
"Shishido told you what?" asked Gakuto his voice sounding muffled as his face was in Jiroh's shoulder.
"That he tried to settle things between him and Atobe. That Oshitari-san and Atobe are really good friends and that Oshitari seemed concerned for anyone or any thing that needed help or comfort though," Jiroh answered.
"Helping is another word for 'What's in it for me?' Jiroh. Atobe is a bitch. Simple. Oshitari is a little fuck that likes to make twelve year old girls orgasm by a couple simple words. Case closed," Gakuto said in a dull voice as if he could careless about the two rich males.
"It's called romance and I saw you sneak a look into one of his books!" exclaimed Jiroh grinning.
Gakuto turned red and being caught, "To see if he was a twisted as I thought he was. My theory was proven correct!"
"Gakuto, his stories are beautiful. Before you go saying I'm in love with him, which I'm not, he's experienced love before and don't you just envy it? Gakuto….Mukahi I know you've never felt it before or experienced anything like that. By reading his stuff it's like he's giving a piece of his heart away or his readers or calling out to a lost lover," said Jiroh.
Gakuto snickered.
"Prove it to me Jiroh that he'd a heart full of joy like you say he is," he laughed out. Love was bullshit. Love was a substitute word for lust, attraction, and anything sexual. Love was an illusion and nothing more and people loved to deny that.
Jiroh grinned darkly and pulled out a pure white book from his bed with the title, "Call Out to Me".
"I'll read his latest one to you. The part where the main character Kei admits his love to Yuei and since you can't feel by words, I will help let you feel…"
"What the hell! Y-You're going to do something stupid like touch me are you!" screeched Gakuto.
"Ssshhh." Jiroh's lips were close to Gakuto's shell shaped ear as he did that and Gakuto was about to open his mouth to say something probably around the lines of 'fuck off' if it weren't for Jiroh reciting, "This was what Kei comforted Yuei with as she was leaving for her home country back in Vietnam. The girl cried on his arms for a long time and Kei held her close feeling as much pain as she was feeling." Jiroh's arms wrapped around Gakuto holding him close like Kei, the book character, most likely would.
"Yuei, I never have gotten to tell you… But I have no choice now and now it'll probably hurt you even more by me saying this when you have to leave tomorrow. I love you; I can barely stand it right now knowing that we'll be apart tomorrow."
"Yuei cried harder and whispered those sweet words of,"I love you too." And that night Kei took her to with him in fear that she would whisked away after tomorrow. He touched her all over. He kissed her. And most of all loved her."
Jiroh kissed Gakuto shortly just with his lips and nothing anymore deeper than that before continuing, leaving his friend stunned.
"His hands traveled to where her breasts were and made her feel good with each stroke. One hand traveled down to her stomach his finger circling her navel knowing that it would both make them laugh because of the joke in which everything sexual was emitted from the navel. What a stupid joke Madi make up to them…"
Jiroh's hands made the same movements that he described the book character doing. He only had one hand free because one hand had the book but one hand was more than enough for Gakuto who was too stunned to even move. He kept feeling those hands on him and his heart had felt like it was beating one-hundred-miles-per-hour. Gakuto knew if this went any further he most definitely would be able to feel without any type of physical help from Jiroh.
"Stop!" he exclaimed pushing away. Jiroh blinked and looked a little shocked as well.
"I'm sorry Gakuto…maybe I should've started at a different spot. I just wanted to prove to you that…" he began.
"Just shut up Jiroh! Don't ever do that to me again!"
Jiroh sighed.
"Can you imagine feeling that way, Gakuto?" he asked.
Gakuto turned pink again and looked away again.
"I dunno…"
"Did it feel good…?"
"I'm not telling you. Not with you it didn't! Maybe with somebody else!" Gakuto snapped before laying back down trying to not get all close to his friend after that.
Jiroh gave a small smile and turned off the lights.
"I am sorry," he said.
"Yeah, whatever."
"Oyasumi."
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It was karaoke night at the Hard Rock café. The stage was lit and actually there had been a couple of foreign performances at the restaurant despite it being out in the south. Two girls one with blonde hair and the other with deep brown hair had just preformed something of 'Morning Musume'…the popular song 'Say Yeah' that had been in a couple years ago.
Some of the audience was impressed with others were left confused that such a place was performing such songs at an all American restaurant. Another guy preformed an odd version of a popular song that was out. Taki smirked as he went up stage.
"I see much of our audience is impressed by how many different language songs we've had tonight! It shows how much the tourist town in the deep south has evolved culturally in the past years. Our next performance is by me, myself! Let's all get our groove on to 'Natural'!" he exclaimed.
Shishido rolled his eyes. Taki was such a dork sometimes… I mean who listened to some European pop band from 2000 anymore? This whole karaoke night was for the two girls in the back. There names were Madi and Evan who ended up being friends with Taki. This is also why there were so many J-Pop songs in tonight's show. It impressed the audience though… English or Japanese…or hell even Spanish as one employee had went up to perform something of Shakira's doing a horrifying impression of a belly dance. It didn't matter what song it was. As long as there were subtitled romaji available for those who dared to plunge into such a language. That and if it had a good beat it'd probably be attempted to be played a couple times despite the screw ups.
A silver haired boy then stepped up on the stage looking nervous as ever. Those chocolate brown eyes showed everything as he gripped the mic in both hands.
'Poor kid; he must have been forced up there by his friends.' Shishido knew that the customer had no friends. This boy had been there for a whole month staying nine o'clock until closing time. Even though he ate only one meal and had water he still stayed and didn't chat with anyone. His eyes had been on Shishido a lot. When his eyes weren't on him he was furiously scribbling things on a notepad. Shishido wondered what he was doing up on stage like that.
"I'll be performing The Gospellers 'Mimosa'," he said quietly.
And then he sang. Shishido was drawn in by that very second when his voice sung out the first verses. This guy was talented. His voice was strong and smooth and if he was nervous and shy before he sure wasn't now. The last lines were drawn out and Taki goofily grinned as the boy departed from the stage and hide back into the corner of the room with a glass of water in his hands.
"Our last performance for the night is by our lovely Ryou Shishido!" he called out loudly on the mic. Twice as loud cheers filled the room as Shishido screamed, "Who the hell said I was singing!" But of course that wasn't heard. He scowled and made his way over to the stage but then decided to put on one hell of a show since he was up here. That kid was watching and he show how wanted to impress him even though he had no idea why…
He picked out a song and smirked. Nittle Grasper should rile up this crowd. Especially the two people they had set up this whole party for. Madi and Evan were crazy about the band and this was most definite going to make some fan girl squeals to be heard from the next block over. A couple whistles and catcalls were heard over some applause as he was on stage and threw his apron off since he'd look like a retard singing with that thing on.
Guitar came in as well as the techno beat for 'Sleepless Beauty'. Shishido sang his heart out and moved on the stage making many girls scream in joy. The beautiful male's eyes though were on the silver haired boy in the corner of the room who was nervously fiddling with the metal cross on his neck. He wanted to impress the boy so badly and had no idea why…
Shishido let his long dark brown hair loose from the cord that held in hair together and fall down in waterfalls down his back. He fell to his knees, one hand on the wooden floor of the stage and his legs slightly spread and he placed meaning into the last notes of the infamous song; intimidating Ryuichi Sakuma's infamous pose. There were cheers and the boy in the back of the room looked stunned as well as many others looking the same exact way. He lifted himself from the floor and retied his ponytail to keep his hair back while he worked.
He exited the stage and many people surrounded him and praised him for such a performance. Not once did the boy from the corner go over to congratulate him. Yet his eyes were still on him, glittering more than they ever had since Shishido had noticed him going to the restaurant every night for some dinner and a drink.
Taki smirked as he saw Shishido move back over to the bar to mix drinks again.
"Now that's what I call a show! What? Did you find a lady to astonish in the crowd?" he asked teasingly.
Shishido turned pink in the face.
"Back off Taki!"
"Ooh so there was someone you wanted to impress!"
"No! It's nothing like that! I just wanted to give a good show that's all..." Shishido defended.
Taki cackled and started making a beverage for a customer.
"Last time you preformed the Spice Girls…this time you perform to Nittle Grasper and made so many suggestive movements that you had all eyes on you. There's a difference," he pointed out.
Shishido gritted his teeth.
"If there was a difference it would be none of your business!" he muttered darkly.
Shishido soon was free from Taki's prodding as he got off of work. He exited the front entrance only to find that silver haired boy on his knees crying as two guys stood over him grinning at eachother, "Now don't be like this babe…"
"He's not your babe, hands off my boyfriend," said Shishido.
(A/N: XD Way too much Gravitation on the brain! None of the artists I mentioned DO NOT belong to me and there'd probably be no karaoke nights at the Hard Rock café. If there was half the songs wouldn't be in Japanese. Madi and Evan's fault was my reason in the story but… XD My real reason is that I don't listen to a lot of English music anymore. Anyway Nittle Grasper…aka. Kontani Kinya! I rather have used Nittle Grasper as the name because this is….anime world here and I'm as much of a real life person as I'm sane. Meaning I have to real life in me at all if you get the picture… We've already figured out who the silver haired pretty boy is right? We'll figure out more about his AU past soon as well as some other things. This was the only way to really introduce our Silver Pair so forgive me! > -bows-)
