Eight
Oshitari was thrilled to have his car back! When he got the phone call from the exporters he jumped for joy and waited outside all day for his baby to arrive in the parking lot. Oshitari had two babies. Forget his Honda Accord. It was staying home. Oshitari had to bring his Mustang Convertible. Yes it was an American imported car that he gotten in Japan. And it probably wouldn't be a huge big-whoop deal out here because Oshitari saw those cars everywhere. I mean Atobe even laughed at it saying who wanted that cheap 2005 model?
Oshitari laughed bitterly. Atobe was the one able to afford the Ferraris'. The kid actually had two. That didn't count his Lamborghini and Bentley. Oshitari one day vowed to jack one of Atobe's cars. Maybe throw some eggs on it during Halloween or something. Smash out a window or two and steal the rims. Atobe probably would find out though; so that was a far off dream.
Either way the novelist was thrilled to be able to head outside of town. With Atobe's help of course. Atobe first had to scream bloody murderer at him when Oshitari drove on the wrong side of the road; about having a head on collision with a Volvo. What the hell? It wasn't Oshitari's fault that everybody but Americans drove on the right side of the road and they decided to flip-flop it.
The highway was HELL. Not to mention Atobe was one of those people who would complain about everything you did wrong when you drove. That and give you a heart-attack. He was like your father teaching you how to drive.
"MERGE! What thehell are you doing! You need to do a u-turn to get on the other side of the road to get to the grocery store!" howled Atobe.
Oshitari smiled grimly. This was the last time he EVER drove with Atobe in a car… Psh, never went out for things anyway in the first place. He usually got Kabaji to pick up things for him; he had to DRAG Atobe out of his mansion to go with him because well; Atobe knew his way around here...
"It just means I have to make a u-turn at the next light dammit," he snapped.
"But you would've saved time by-" began Atobe.
Oshitari slammed on the breaks and pushed the gas pedal at the same time make the car burnout on the concrete before going to the next light; making a very sharp u-turn making Atobe's face hit right into the passenger window.
"What the fuck Yuushi!"
Oshitari cackled as he pulled into the grocery store's parking lot and lunged for a front space parking.
"It's not funny! I swear to God. That's the last time I EVER be in a car with you while you're driving!" screeched Atobe.
"It's the last time I let you be in the car while I drive. Fuck helping me find my way back, shit I'll ask for directions and you can walk your ass home," swore Oshitari loudly.
The two bickered their way into the store and stopped once they were inside the public place. Oshitari quickly found the foods he had been looking for and paid for them before once again being tortured. In the car. With the diva beside him.
Oshitari started up the car and instead of there being an argument that awkward silence came to play.
"Oi, I'm sorry for being a bitch on the way you drive," muttered Atobe finally after they were halfway back.
"Sorry for freaking you out," replied Oshitari shortly.
Oshitari raised the roof of the convertible as they got on a clearer part of the highway exchanging his fake rimmed glasses for his designer sunglasses.
"Eventually somebody is going to figure out you're here," pointed out Atobe.
"We'll wait until that eventually comes then," answered Oshitari.
"I swear you worry about nothing! I dunno maybe you should wear sunglasses and a hat so you're not looking so obvious!"
Oshitari about laughed out loud at that idea. Okay reporters would eventually find him. Who cares? He wasn't that famous here as he was in Japan, surely to goodness he wasn't.
"Oi, Yuushi. How about we show off in my Ferrari?" asked Atobe.
"You just said you didn't want me caught," pointed out Oshitari.
"Yeah but you have sunglasses on and shit I'll even let you drive. You might pick up a girl or two on the way or something," said Atobe smirking.
"So this is impress some girls?" Oshitari asked as they headed up the mountains to Atobe's manor.
"Or guys, whichever you prefer," added Atobe.
"Shut up!"
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Jiroh and Gakuto closed the shop down early to head out for some dinner. They usually did this every Sunday because they never really got to go out except on Sunday and Wednesdays because of work. This was their little treat for the week. They walked down into the crowds trying to figure out where they wanted to eat.
"Wow! A Ferrari. It must be someone rich!" exclaimed a guy next to him.
Both Gakuto and Jiroh's heads snapped over to the right where a couple feet a way in the midst of all the traffic jam in the center of the city was a black Ferrari with gold plated rims.
"Atobe," said Gakuto dully as they also noted the hood was down and two males sat in the car. The first one in the passenger seat was Atobe looked laid back and his egotistical aura could be felt from here. The driver. Well the driver ended up being a dark haired guy with light blue tented sunglasses that were framed by unruly hair.
"Oi, you-know-who too," murmured Jiroh into Gakuto's ear. The redhead blushed already figuring out a second before hand that the driver was famous novelist Oshitari Yuushi attracting attention to himself by driving the overly expensive car.
The car stopped in front of a restaurant and both the writer and own of the four expensive cars and owner of probably half of the shops here stepped out of the car and into the restaurant, Atobe on his cell phone and instantly a gorilla faced man arrived seconds later guarding the dark car with his life.
Jiroh grinned and pulled Gakuto across the street and in front of the restaurant.
"Jiroh! NO!" hissed Gakuto.
"Just to at least say hi!" exclaimed Jiroh dragging his friend all the way into the restaurant. They made their way past the employees who about protested on letting them in until they saw who they were speaking to. Best not to upset Atobe or they'd loose their job…
"What a coincidence seeing you guys here!" said Jiroh lowly and excitedly as he made his way over to Atobe and Oshitari's table. Atobe looked rather startled and blinked when he saw Jiroh.
"Ah, you're dining here as well?" he asked.
Gakuto about opened his mouth to protest until Jiroh said, "Yup!"
"Then join us," said Oshitari giving them both a warm smile patting the table to gesture to the seats across from them. Gakuto again could not stop himself from turning hot in the face! What the hell! He didn't like Oshitari…he just….had weird reactions around him that's all!
They both slowly took a seat.
"Thank you," murmured Gakuto his head bent low to avoid eye contact with Oshitari….and Atobe.
"Yes thank you very much!"
Atobe snapped his fingers and a waitress hurriedly walked over to their table.
"I have two other arrivals with me tonight. Bring menus please," he said. Psh, at least he added a please.
"Yes right away sir," said the waitress hurrying off and then came back with menus. Jiroh and Gakuto already knew what they'd be getting from such a restaurant.
"Lasagna for me and a coke please," ordered Gakuto.
"Spaghetti for me and coke as well," said Jiroh.
"I'll have the ziti special for tonight and an Italian ice, strawberry, one shot of alcohol," answered Oshitari after a couple minutes.
"I'll also have Spaghetti and iced tea," said Atobe right after.
The waitress repeated the order and said their meals would be served momentarily. Drinks came minutes later.
"So, Oshi-tari-san…how do you like it here?" Jiroh asked playfully.
"I like it here, it's a bustling city but it's still calm and collected place. Not to mention it feels like I've been here much longer than a week," said Oshitari.
"Hehehe, and the weather has been warm lately despite it being winter time! Usually it's quite cold out; just watch us get a blizzard in a couple days!" Jiroh pointed out jokingly.
"Let's hope not. Business will still continue but it's definitely not pleasant for me or for customers when it's cold out," said Atobe taking a sip of tea.
"Jiroh's crazy, he loves the snow. Ignore him," said Gakuto flatly.
Oshitari laughed. Gakuto could be so amusing. He always stated the obvious in the most interesting ways. Adding crazy and ignore him and…probably a bunch of other adjectives to the obvious as well when he spoke.
"I am not crazy! I don't like when it gets so cold that you can't open the door because it's frozen in between the frame and the actual door!" Jiroh protested.
"It seriously gets that cold?" asked Oshitari.
"If it gets cold enough. We're in the mountains after all," said Atobe.
There was another silence between them where scrapes of forks on plates and chatter filled the place as well.
"The car outside is yours isn't it?" Jiroh asked.
"Mine." Said Atobe.
"You act so proud so proud about it Atobe. Try to be at least a little modest or not brag about it in front of them," said Oshitari.
Jiroh lightly poked Gakuto beside him.
"Aw! Don't worry about it; a cool car is a cool car! Atobe-san has a right to brag about it!" he said.
Atobe smirked.
"Damn straight. I don't see anybody else here owning four cars that not even one person could afford for just one," he supported.
"Hey Atobe; if your so proud about it get Kabaji to take back the Ferrari, and bring the Bentley so after dinner we can bring these two back to their place," Oshitari said.
Gakuto head snapped upward at that and protested, "No it's okay. We can walk home…"
Oshitari who still had his shades on, grabbed a breadstick from the breadstick basket that had been placed on the table and made the tip of the breadstick nudge at Gakuto's lips wanting the to part so he could make the boy eat it. He was so damn tense tonight compared to Jiroh….
"It's way too cold at night to walking all the way from here to your house; where-ever it is. Now 'ah'" said Oshitari.
Gakuto parted his lips and teeth and Oshitari slid a bit of the length of breadstick into his mouth holding it until Gakuto's lips were just an inch or two away from Oshitari's fingers. Oshitari moved his hand away and behind his glasses Gakuto swore he saw a glint in those dark eyes of his.
The food arrived and everyone was so pleased to have food. It smelled good so it probably tasted good. Gakuto ate happily; not having a bite to eat since yesterday his stomach needed this!
In the middle of the meal Atobe called Kabaji telling him to bring the Bentley and then continued to eat.
"Thanks for going through all the trouble you two!" Jiroh said.
"Not a problem. You'll have to tell us the direction to your apartment complex," said Atobe.
"Ah, it's the store," answered Gakuto slightly embarrassed. He hated admitting to people; rich people especially, that he and his best friend lived in the upstairs storage room where there was a tiny hall, closet, and one bathroom upstairs for use.
Both Oshitari and Atobe looked shocked.
"No way! It's way too much of a little space to even live in!" exclaimed Atobe.
"Eh-heh, we're living," Jiroh answered.
Dinner was soon finished as they argued on and on about living quarters and other topics. The four headed outside and got into the Bentley that was already receiving stares. They all got into the backseat Jiroh deciding that Gakuto was going to sit in his lap… Kabaji was driving this time.
"Downtown to the Import Store," ordered Atobe.
"Usu."
Gakuto was blushing again from being in Jiroh's lap. He was cramped between Jiroh and Oshitari to beat it all. God damn this was just unfair as it got!
(A/N: Ah sorry for the OOC-ness. I had to place some humor somewhere in this story before it got too serious. XD Ah I could imagine Atobe throwing a bitch fit over having to go shopping for food and being in a bad mood because he was in an outdated car and his friend was driving. -snicker- Anyway, things canget only better after this chapter! Thanks for reading, I'll update soon!)
