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*I do not own B-project kodou*ambitious, I wish I did, but sadly… it's, just not the case.
By Alimackatjac
To be continued
Chapter 11 Table for ….too many. Part 2
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Tomohisa Kitakado's POV
Until I notice a single trail glistening under her eye.
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"I'm uh… just not sure 'this' is the right time." Knowing I wanted the outcome to be completely clear, my steady heart begins to burn with the unwelcoming acknowledgement of pushing off my declaration. Lifting a dismissive hand, before waving it in front of my chest, "No, it's all right, now that I think about it some more, it can wait. I mean we haven't even eaten yet." Somewhat disappointed I begin to purposely steer her in another direction, shifting back in my chair, I lift my hand to politely cover a small fake yawn. "Please excuse my tired rambling… I guess it was a longer day at the Hugs and Kisses' magazine, then I once thought."
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With a small sniffle, the determined A&R lifts her hand, sliding a finger under her damp crimson eyes. "No, I'm sorry Tomohisa," She turns around with a forced pressed smile. "This IS a business meeting, I shouldn't be going on and on about my past like that." Determined, she sets her shoulders back, pulling herself out of her emotional state. "Now where were we?"
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Without even thinking my hand reaches out, softly sliding a stray curl behind her ear. "No need to apologize, Tsubasa. I didn't find you rambling at all, merely speaking about your past. I already told you…. I want us to learn more about each other."
The brunette's wide crimson eyes nervously bounce over to my hand that's gently touching her cheek. Unable to bring myself to pull away a new inviting warmth emanates from her radiant cheek, and on to my hand. "Really? You really want to hear about, me? I'm not that interesting, or important…I'm just an everyday working girl, who landed a pretty cool job."
"On the contrary, I find you of the utmost importance." Feeling myself once more becoming too serious for the moment, I gave the blushing A&R a friendly reassuring smile before awkwardly dropping my hand. "Please Tsubasa, if you don't mind? I'd like to hear more?"
"Well okay, Tomohisa, what would you like to know?"
A wide accomplished smile quickly spreads to my face, as the brunet decides to indulge my unquenched curiosity. I quickly grab my glass, confidently sitting back in my chair with my arms crossed. "Anything, really. Whatever you would like me to know. We've known each other for a while now, and apart from the job, there's very little we know about each other. Without being too forward, I'd like for that to change."
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After taking a sip of her fluted champagne glass, the Brunet A & R gently sets it down, as she carefully considers. "Uh well, I do remember this one time, my father came home, and for some reason he decided to take us out. It was a simple little restaurant, but the waitress made a mistake and brought me the biggest bowl of noodles, I had ever seen." Her back falls against the chair, obviously a little more relaxed as she continues with her story. "My mom wanted to send it back, but like most kids, I wanted to show them how grown up I was. I became bound and determined to eat this enormous bowl of noodles, all by myself." She laughs to herself as she slips further into the memory. "Tch, anything for a challenge, right?"
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"Actually, that sounds a lot like you, Tsubasa." I amusingly point a finger towards the brunet while holding my water goblet, jostling the cubed ice against my glass as I spoke. "As long as we've known each other, I don't think I've ever seen you back down from anything."
"Well, the same could be said about you guys, trapped on an island, and what about, that midair flight transfer…Jeeze, what were you guys even thinking?" Of course, Tsubasa quickly realized what day she was referring to, causing her to awkwardly pick up her glass, and take a large drink.
My finger lightly traced along the top of my glass, knowing the mere mention of that day, made everyone uncomfortable, including Tsubasa. "Oh that, so you heard about that?"
"Hmm, yeah one of the guys said something." She nodded her head, staring at her glass. "Tomohisa have you, have you heard from –"She anxiously glances down to her napkin, in her hands.
Noticing how uncomfortable it was making her feel I quickly cut her off. "No, I haven't. But I'm not expecting to either." Feeling somewhat uneasy about the strained relationship, I swiftly jerk my head back, taking a large drink of my supposedly untouchable glass.
After our brief, yet eye opening week away from Gandara music we all came to an agreement…..and no matter how painful the consequences of said decision, we were all determined to stick with it ….stick with Tsubasa. Although she won't say anything-
…no one is more aware of those broken ties than our A&R, herself.
Tsubasa's eyes flash up, revealing a worried expression.
"It uh, doesn't really matter, It's in the past, now." With my arms crossed I carefully hold my drink while shrugging my shoulders, and forcing a smile.
For now, she didn't need to know the filthy truth, about the cut throat nature of the entertainment industry. Almost being cut out from her dream job because our representation surprisingly switched music companies. "Anyway, about this massive bowl, of what were they? Ramen, or were they perhaps Udon noodles?" I amusingly chuckled, trying my best to rescue the conversation.
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Tsubasa, also forced a smile, and continued to answer my question. "Oh! I think they were Raman. All I know is while sitting on two thick phone books my eyes could still barely see over the bowl." She chuckled, "but my charismatic father, who was easily amused by my outlandish requests, agreed, and effortlessly managed to talk my mother into keeping the monstrous bowl...I think the deciding factor is when the waitress said the food would just be tossed out."
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"So did you, I mean finish it?" Clinging to my gentlemanly upbringing, I mentally suppressed my curiosity of asking more of her absent father.
"Uh no, not in the slightest, I mean, I barely finished the toppings …But I did 'really' try and while I ate from this enormous bowl they told funny childhood stories, to past the time … I don't remember any of the stories, but I do remember sitting around the table, like a real family ,laughing." An emotional smile suddenly appears on the brunet's somewhat lost expression, "We uh, ended up staying, till closing…I uh remember pretending to fall asleep so I could be carried out to the car." Stuck into the bitter past she thoughtlessly lifts her glass, taking a sip.
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"Your family sounds nice….like you really loved each other."
"Uh yeah, I guess …but like I said I was really young …..So um Kitakado-san, what did you and Korekuni-san want to discuss about Kitakore?"
"Uh, what did "we"…. I mean Ryūji, and I want to discuss? That's a good question." Realizing Ryūji and I hadn't really discussed a reason for the faux meeting, I quickly take a drink from my glass, stalling, for time, or at least a sudden but profound inspiration on what to do next. However, like some poor soul's laptop, after opening that 'nefarious' piano playing kitty cat attachment, my mind was suddenly wiped clean of all its bits and bytes. Which meant, I was getting just enough to …miserably fizzle out with a blacked out screen of incoherency.
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Knowing, I couldn't spend the rest of the night with the fluted glass permanently adhered to my face… One, because I'm quickly approaching the bottom of my so called third 'untouchable drink and two, well, there's 'other' things I'd like to do with my mouth other than hide it …like talking with the brunet A&R.
"Jeez, what were you guys thinking?"
I begrudgingly pull the glass away, "Oh, that's right, 'WE' were the ones who actually called for the meeting….so uh, we would naturally want to speak with you about SOMETHING. Well, it's…"My defeated shoulders suddenly drop, knowing I needed to come clean, and admit the truth. Inwardly dreading just how she would take the ruse of the fake meeting. "Tsubasa, I'm sorry the thing is..." But when I anxiously lifted my eyes from my plate, the chair sitting across from me was completely empty. "Tsubasa?"
"Just a minute Tomohisa, I accidently knocked my phone under the table, with my glass." A muffled voice comes from the stark white tablecloth. "Sorry, sometimes I can be somewhat clumsy."
"Ba- dump! I have been looking forward to this all week! "My heart suddenly jumps to my tight throat as an all too familiar, glasses wearing singer casually strolls into the middle of the dimly lit dining room.
"Mika, keep it down you're disturbing the other diners."
"Don't tell me," With unwavering stunned eyes I thoughtlessly speak to myself, watching not only, the remaining members of B-project but the Daikoku brothers, and the additional four members of Killer King unknowingly stroll through the dining room. "The meeting is here?!"
"Did you say something Tomohisa?" Panicked, my wide eyes suddenly drop, like a 'drunken college student after finals' to the surface of the candle lit table. Realizing what the rest of the group would inevitably misunderstand….well okay, it wouldn't be a misunderstanding so much as I'm not even remotely close to admitting the truth to the rest of the group …I mean, I haven't even confessed to the oblivious A&R, yet. I may be innocently inexperienced at these sort of things but I do know there's obvious phases of the rather nerve-wracking process. " Ah no, not really. "
…And letting the guys know is undoubtedly much further down the process.
"Yeah, after Korekuni-san, went on and on about the food here, it just seemed like the perfect place to hold our little get-together. I have to admit I'm more than a little curious." Atsushi Daikoku calmly struts ahead of the group.
"Well then, I guess we should hurry to our table. We wouldn't want to keep the chef waiting, now would we?" Ryūji Shoos the rest of the group towards the secluded room, while peeking over his shoulder, giving me his notorious cutesy, "Oopsie" kind of look, before entering the sectioned off room.
Once the rather large group of fifteen were escorted behind a wall of decorative water I couldn't help but slap my forehead, "Of all the ..."
"That's funny, I thought I just heard the guys?" The brunet A&R pops her head from under the table, brushing her hair away from her face, while scanning the darkened dining room.
"The guys? Huh, you uh, don't say. "While abruptly calling her attention ,my voice nervously cracks higher than usual, as the wall of water suddenly drops, making 'our table' and the 15 member party visible to each other… just off the unknowing brunet's bare shoulder. Luckily, all of the members are hungrily perusing the golden menus, paying no attention to what's going on around them.
"Yeah, I thought I just heard Sekimura-san, and Korekuni-san." I nervously whip out my hand, noticing the brunet began to peek over her shoulders.
"Uh wait, Tsubasa!" I quietly hiss out, causing her scanning eyes to quickly stop, just skirting her shoulder. A sharp gasp quickly blows out of my relieved lips as a burst of water suddenly rockets to the ceiling, cutting off my fellow, albeit oblivious B-pro bandmates.
"Yes, Tomohisa?"
"Really? You don't say? I uh don't seem to see them… at the uh moment. " Being careful with my words I crane my neck around the concerned looking brunet , looking straight at the wall of water, that at the moment was hiding the rather large table.
"I guess it was just my imagination...Kitakado-san, are you not feeling okay, you look absolutely pale."
"Uh yeah, sure, I guess I'm just really hungry….We uh should probably order. Perhaps I've already drank too much champagne." I hurriedly scoot my seat next to the brunet, grabbing the menu, being sure the towering menu was covering most of our bodies, "Here, let's sit closer, so I can help explain the dishes." I threw an arm around her shoulders, clumsily pulling her even closer. So our sides were pressed next to each other, with our faces almost too close to actually read the menu. "There, isn't this easier then across the table?
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The brunet A&R turned away from the propped up menu, our faces suddenly very close. "Tomohisa?" She nervously swallowed, as her concerned crimson eyes bounce around my face "Are you sure, you're okay?"
With my breath suddenly caught in my throat, my awestruck eyes dance around the delicate features of her face, stopping at one in particular, before they nervously leap back up to her captivating eyes. "Uh yeah." Realizing my fogged head, wasn't making much sense I soon shake the goofy smile from my face, to glance around the propped up menu. I blindly reply in a distracted tone, while obscurely scanning B-project's table. "I'm just concerned that you'll miss something. Here allow me to assist you …so um, Tsubasa what's your favorite types of food?"
"Uh mine? Well, I like all kinds, really, there's Nasu, Satsuma Imo, Kabocha, and fish-"I'm afraid I wasn't really paying close attention to what she was listing, as Kento quickly catches my curious blue eyes clumsily peeking from behind the menu. His lips slowly curl in a knowing smirk before leaning towards the next seat, whispering something in Yuta's ear. Yuta's stunned pink eyes quickly flash up from his menu before he nudges Ryūji in his side. My stomach tightens with a sudden nauseous feeling when I see my longtime friend's face suddenly turn ghostly white, as our pinket friend happily waves his fingers in my direction.
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My sucker loving friend's nervous expression, is gone in a splash when the sudden wall of decorative water cuts him off. "Excuse me, Tomohisa could you explain to me how this is prepared?" The stunning A&R leans closer, calling my attention back to the menu. "Oh that's-"
However unable to help myself, I swiftly glance around the menu, one last time. Of course with the water dropping, yet again, I can now see, most of B-pro's table 'not so' discreetly looking over in this direction.
'Kitakado-san?" With the sound of that sweet anxious voice, my eyes suddenly grow wide, as the realization suddenly hits me of what kind of potential chaos this could cause the group. …because, like it or not this menu would eventually come down, revealing to 'every one'
….just whom, I'm 'actually' skipping the meeting for.
"Tsubasa, I believe I already won this conversation with you. Please, call me, 'Tomohisa'." I quickly correct her while discreetly scanning around the menu. Suddenly Observing Ryūji shaking his head, motioning to a held out menu while Kento suavely stands from his chair, confidently tugging on the front of his leather jacket
…. As if, he was getting ready to introduce himself
OH damn, he's not thinking of -?
Swallowing hard, I quickly put two and two together, of course, that womanizer obviously wants to take a gander at my date … He's probably being devoured by his own salacious curiosity, at what radiant creature could possibly have his normally dependable bandmate skip out on a Daikoku-san meeting!
To make matters even more intolerable Kazu slowly turns his head, as a concerned Mika motions, across the table. However, to my utter shock, instead of meeting the expected surprised expression I now have recently noted at least a dozen different times.
….The blonde's vibrant green eyes have a flame of searing hot hostility, glaring in my direction.
On the outside I politely nod my head to the curious group of singers, However inwardly…..inwardly, I'm already slamming my forehead to the table, shaking it in utter defeat, knowing my unfurling deceit would soon be painfully clear ….to everyone! My blue apologetic eyes fall back to the one, I "now" know, will cause my heart irreparable damage, once she finds out the truth of my well-meaning deception. "Um, Tsubasa?"
A hand suddenly rests under my platinum strands, "Oh, Tomohisa are you sure you're feeling okay? Your head feels slightly feverish." Tsubasa's sparkling crimson eyes overflow with concern as she awkwardly drops her hands, from my head. "Oh, I'm sorry I shouldn't have done that. "
"No, its fine, Tsubasa….I uh, don't mind at all." Even though I began to feel my dazed face practically ignite in flames, I'm unable to drop my eyes to the floor…. Uncontrollably trapped in her alluring rose petal gaze.
"You know, you don't have to force yourself on my account…we can always call it a night, if you're not feeling well?"
"Uh yeah …go home." The thoughtlessly mumbled word causes a sharp pain in my beating chest.
She shrugs her shoulders, "Yeah sure, Tomohisa, we can meet some other time. You or Korekuni-san can just email me….. I'm good either way." Her lips press into a reassuring smile.
But the ever increasing pain emanating from my pumping chest shakes me back to reality. "Uh No. not yet …..I can't!" Realizing my bungling opportunity was drawing to an abrupt end, I hastily wrap my fingers around her unsuspecting hand. A split second later, the earsplitting scrapes of our empty chairs resonate throughout the once tranquil dining room.
Not bothering to look back at the commotion we probably caused my resolved eyes search ahead. Only to share a quick look with my old friend, taking care of the bill with a single nod as I hastily whisk the confused brunet through the swinging doors.
Not giving a damn who saw us leave, as I wasn't nearly ready to call it a night.
….of course in the back of my head, just from the look my blonde bandmate had given me, I had an increasingly nagging suspicion …..The fall out of tonight would be waiting, and severe.
…For not only myself, but all of B-project, as well.
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Back to current time …
As predicted, a pack of Kitakore's fan-girls, I had inadvertently drawn attention to, unknowingly stampeded right past us…..of course at the moment, I could care less , as I was literally being held captive by a pair of unblinking crimson eyes.
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Without even thinking my shaky hand impulsively extends, touching her petal soft skin, gently sliding her delicate lip from under her nervous nibbling teeth. Gazing down with unwavering eyes, my hand consciously glides across her soft cheek, until I unexpectedly feel her sharp gasp curling against my awaiting lips. My half lidded eyes drop down only once before sliding completely closed. "Forgive me….Tsubasa." I quietly mutter just before helplessly falling in her sweet irresistible lips.
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…..as I'm no longer able to hold back.
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Noticing her fingers tightly clench around the fabric of the front of my shirt, we sink deeper into the sensually shared moment ….Feeling everything fade in to the obscured background, except for what I so firmly held between my arms. I leisurely tilt my head, breathlessly savoring every inch of the brunet's enticing patch of skin from every direction. Until my vacant lungs sear with an undeniable, need.
Pulling away with a shared gasp, I'm unable to tear my eyes away from the brunet's fluttering open eyes. "Tomo…Tomohisa?" With her shivering body sandwiched between myself and the unforgiving wall, she innocently blinked up. "You ….you kissed me."
Unable to peel my revering eyes away, letting out a nervous chuckle I gently sliding a strand of hair behind her ear. "Yes, it seems I did." With our soft eyes confined to each other, my shaky fingers slowly glide over her silky hair, causing a sharp pain of guilt to enter my chest. "Um, Tsubasa, about tonight-"
"Uh, what about tonight?" She mutters close to my looming skin.
"Uh, it's nothing." Unable to hold myself back, my words ramble off, noticing her eyes sliding closed as my approaching shadow slowly overtakes the awaiting brunet. "I'll tell you later."
"Hey, I think they went this way!" A voice calls out, from around the corner.
I tenderly cup her cheek, almost feeling her impending lips, just before she pulls away
…..revealing incredulous wounded eyes.
"Please Tsubasa." I desperately whisper out, throwing my palm against the brick wall, next to her arm, blocking her exit, "Please, let me explain. I know I should have said something. I just wanted the night to continue...with just the two of us."
"Slow down guys." A green haired singer whines while catching his breath. The upset A&R's eyes burn towards my held out arm.
"Man, I hope their okay. Those fans just came out of nowhere." Mika echoes from the sidewalk.
Sensing a losing battle I practically plead, "Please Tsubasa, don't, not after I - "
"Hey fellas, shouldn't we be heading back to the restaurant?" My own roommate calls out. Feeling the final nail so to speak, causes my arm to reluctantly drop to my side. Unable to stand seeing my shattered refection in her pained, untrusting eyes for a second longer, I slide my eyes shut.
"Who exactly is left to go back to?" The pinket snaps back," Ryūji, go back if you want, but I think they went further ahead. What do you think, Kazu?"
"Yeah, let's keep going." My blonde bandmate heavily breathes out, his sprinting footsteps are soon followed by others, growing distant.
Once gone….I slide down the cold brick wall…
After a single pair of women's heels breaks the occasional rain drops, leaving me alone. Sadly speaking broken whispers to myself in the now empty ally.
"Tsubasa...I love you."
End of Tomohisa's POV.
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Tatsuhiro Nome POV
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Trying to adjust my blurred lavender eyes, I squint ahead, seeing my practically beaming friend impatiently staring up at the ascending digital numbers. Happily humming a certain song, we have all been hearing for the past month. Along with all the, 'not so' subtle hints of a certain day highlighted on all our phones.
Sleepily leaning against the side of the elevator, I notice I'm not the only one in the group rubbing the sleep from their exhausted eyes. Even with some of us coming back to the flat rather late, we all expected the early morning wake up call.
Of course, none of us expected Hikaru to suddenly leap on our beds, playing a weird version of hopscotch, before the sun was even up. Making for one hell of a strange kind of a wake up call…. But since it was the guy's birthday, we all brushed it off, and gulped down massive quantities of caffeine.
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Well, most of us that is ….
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"Oh, come on, come on. Get a move on!" Standing in front of the sliding doors my best friend anxiously pushes the glowing button….Repeatedly.
Mika lifts his hands from the cardboard drink carrier, adjusting his glasses. "You know Hikaru, if you keep doing that," He takes a step closer to my overly excited friend, keeping his knowing eyes purposely glued on Hikaru's active hand, "you're going to get stuck in here," A mischievous smile plays on the teasing singer's lips, "It'll be a real bummer to spend your 'entire' birthday trapped in an elevator."
The birthday boy in question drew in a sharp breath, whipping his head over his shoulder, "That can't 'actually' happened, can it?!"
As if it didn't matter in the slightest, our glass wearing bandmate leans back before shrugging his shoulders, "I'm not sure, what do YOU think, birthday boy?"
After hearing that, my friend's eyes grow to the size of cd's, hastily jerking his hand away from the ominous elevator button, like it was some sort of trigger to blowing up half the city block .
"Mika, leave him alone, he deserves to be a little excited." With one leg propped up against the elevator wall Momo, pulls his earbud from his ear, with an indifferent look.
Mika, "acting" innocent, looks back at his ginger friend,"What, I'm just being honest. I mean, yeah, sure, we all live with each other, perhaps even share a bathroom ,here and there. But do we honestly want to be suck in a teeny tiny box, for the ENTIRE day, TOGETHER?" With the carrier in his hands, he pretends to shiver. "Not freaking likely." The glasses wearing singer turns to the blonde singer, leaning against the back wall, "Tell him Leader, it's a real thing, isn't? The fire department is even called, when it happens."
The blonde leader pulls the lidded paper cup from his slightly down turned lips, crossing his arms back to his chest. "I wouldn't know…..furthermore, it's too damn early to really care." He drops his stone cold eyes to his folded arms.
"Ouch. ….how cold, I was only asking you a question." Mika teases.
Momo lets out a heavy sigh, before reluctantly reaching out, roughly pulling his friend, to stand next to him. "Mika, leave Leader alone his aura is especially dark today."
"Leader, you don't care about the eye candy's birthday? How cruel of you." Hikaru looking quite devastated confronts the grumpy singer.
I lift a hand to my head, while blowing out an exasperated sigh, "Hikaru, you really shouldn't call yourself that."
Holding the coffee in one hand, our blonde leader throws out both hands in front of the pouting green haired singer ."Hikaru, I never said that!" He drops his hands, before running his fingers through his hair, with his free hand," I guess, I'm just … tired, that's all." He forces a smile, "Don't take it personally. Okay buddy? You'll see, today is going to be great."
Hikaru beams once more as he leaps with overwhelming excitement. "Yeah, I can't wait!" He goes back to the elevator control panel, this time, pushing even faster on the button, while watching the ascending numbers above the door. "AGH! Come on, open! Open! Open! "
Seeing I didn't much want to be stuck either I pulled my tea from my lips, speaking in a matter fact tone. "Patients."
Taking me seriously, he drops his hands, "I'm sorry, I just can't wait to spend the entire day with our pretty A&R!" With his eyes glued to the door, Hikaru cheerfully explains.
Of course, behind the birthdays boy's back I notice several concerned looks towards the blonde, including myself.
Leader keeps his eyes on his cup, avoiding our worried expressions, "Uh Yeah, it should be um fun." Kazu mutters.
Well, most of us had concerned faces, Mika dared to lean closer to the moody blonde while raising a knowing eyebrow. "Hmm, tired? Really? I'm wondering if that's the ONLY reason, you woke up on the wrong side of the bed, this morning?"
Leader's stark emerald eyes cautiously flash over to the oblivious green haired singer, before bouncing back to our teasing bandmate, with a sharp warning look. "Mika, don't even start… there's a time and a place, and this is neither of those."
Of course Hikaru somewhat pieces it together, given the Moons' leader an anxious look "What's wrong Leader, are you having problems with Tsubasa-chan?"
"You could say that." Mika teasingly nudges Kazu with his elbow. "In a 'roundabout' kind of way, isn't that right LEADER?" The brunet singer's mischievous smile only grows wider with his provoking question.
Not even bothering to look at our teasing bandmate, Kazu only pulls his steaming cup away from his grimacing mouth for a brief warning. "Mika, not one more word."
"No fair, you guys always seem to be keeping things from me." Hikaru pouts.
Momo reaches over once more, pulling his trouble maker friend, closer to him. This time offering him one of his earbuds, as a distraction. "It's nothing for you to worry about, especially on your birthday."
"Yeah, that's right Hikaru, he's just worried, that's all it is." I added.
"Oh, is this about last night?" Hikaru asks.
Momo shares a look with several of us, before shrugging his shoulders. "Yeah, it's 'something' like that."
He anxiously slides a palm over his flowing green locks, speaking with a sudden serious tone. "Well, I'm really worried too," He turns back to the elevator doors, stopping his hand just before the button, as if remembering my warning. "But- were just about there. So, I plan on just asking, Tsubasa-chan." Once more filled with excitement he begins to impatiently watch the ascending numbers, on top of the sliding doors.
Stunned, we all share a look behind the birthday boy's back. "Ba dump, out of the mouths of babes. What do you think of that dear Leader? Maybe you should just ask, Tsubasa, about last night? After all I'm sure you have 'plenty' to talk about, already." Mika reveals a knowing smile, while holding Momo's earbud.
"Hey, the designation is EYE CANDY …not babe. …or baby." Hikaru blindly replies somewhat offended.
Pulling the tea from my mouth while rolling my eyes, "I'm begging you, you sound ridiculous when call yourself that."
"Why?" He shrugs his shoulders, "We all have them, it just makes it simpler for our fans, I'm Eye Candy, and you're the muscle bound type. Then of course, there's Leader…and the mysterious spiritual type." He swings his arm, pointing towards Mika, "and well, the nerdy one, over there."
Momo quickly covers his mouth trying to hold in his snickers.
Mika gives his ginger friend a sharp look, "Will you quit calling me that!" He proudly reaches up adjusting his eyewear, "I happen to be the 'glasses wearing' type. If I'm any specific type."
"Yeah, that's what I said, the nerdy type. Don't get me wrong. It really fits, you. "
The glasses wearing singer quickly shoves the cardboard carrier in Momo's hand, before holding up two strangling hands towards the back of the oblivious green haired singer. "Why you-"Both Leader and myself practically tackle the now lunging brunet bandmate, behind the unsuspecting birthday boy's back. "Aggghh!"
"Ding."
"Finally!" Hikaru happily skips through the door, however he quickly peeks his head around the corner. "Hey, I realize you guys are tired but really, taking a nap on the elevator floor? Come on lazy bones it's time to celebrate your beloved Eye candy's birthday!" He excitedly claps his hands before whirling back around.
"What the hell hit me?" Mika groans with his face pressed the floor.
Jumbled on the floor, with two other bandmates Kazu grumbles, while balancing his coffee cup away from the scuffle. "Sorry Nome, birthday, or no birthday, I'm with Mika on this one. I just might have to kill him myself today."
Feeling someone knee 'uncomfortably' close to my nether regions I let out an exasperated sigh. "Yeah, believe it or not, sometimes that line starts behind me."
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Just a few minutes later …
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The tails of Hikaru's tangerine button up shirt dangle at his side while impatiently reaches up, adjusting his black sunglass on the top of his loose green tresses He roughly knocks on the door, once more. "Tsubasa-chan are you still asleep? Your birthday boy is here!"
"Really, YOUR birthday boy?" Mika peeks up from his phone, with his Mamirin magical charm hanging off the side, giving Hikaru a teasing look.
"Mika, you still have the elevator's carpet imprinted on one side of your face." Momo indifferently adds.
"Not funny Momo." Mika hisses back, while rubbing his cheek.
He slides his eyes over to his friend. "It wasn't meant to be."
"What's keeping her?" The green hair singer ignores his teasing bandmate, crossing his arm, while just starring up at the door, like some lost puppy.
Seeing my friend just stand there, I quickly pull my silver phone from my grey torn jeans, pushing up my black blazer, before glancing down at the crimson digital numbers. "Well, IT IS still pretty early, she might still be sleeping? I know if I had a choice that's where I'd be." I share apologetic look with our blonde leader, who usually gets the bulk of Hikaru's cheerful adventurous side. My high spirited friend continuously drug the mild manned leader everywhere, seeking the head of the moon's constant approval.
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" " But instead of being greeted with his usual charming smile, Kazu irritably rolls his eyes, before pulling up his maroon coffee cup, and taking a sip.
Momo lifts a hand, brushing a ginger strand away from his one blue eye, "Yeah, when it comes to catching the early worm, the rest of us don't have a chance."
"Hey, that's only on special occasions!" Hikaru defends himself.
"Yeah, that's true, the only time we can USUALLY expect the 'bouncing bed surprise is during Christmas and birthdays." Mika holds up his phone thumbing through several pictures, of a certain green haired singer dressed in a pair of dark green banana covered boxers, with a chilled sleeping mask pushed to the top of his ponytailed head. Treating Kazu's bed like some kind of crazy trampoline.
Mika's impish smile only grows as he ends with a picture of Kazu dressed in only a pair of blue striped PJ pants, literally tossing the flailing Hikaru out of his bedroom door. Flying right pass an aloof Momo, with a mouth full of bubbling toothpaste, mindfully brushing his teeth.
"That's true, we usually have to bribe him with food," Nodding my head.
A devilish look suddenly takes over Mika's expression as he slips his phone back into his bag. "Hey Hikaru, do us ALL a favor, and at least TRY not to, you know…" With a teasing smile the glasses wearing singer knowingly drops his eyes. "Show your unmentionable bits, to Tsubasa. I don't normally carry towels, where ever I go, so THIS time around could be terribly enlightening for our blushing A&R."
"That only happened the one time!" Hikaru defended himself.
"Once, was TOO much." The blonde wearing his usual forest green jacket grumbles from behind us, with his arms crossed.
The green haired singer pouts, while running his fingers through his hair. "Man, a guy has a slight wardrobe malfunction and his buddies never let him forget it."
"Slight?!" All but, Mika shouts at the green haired singer.
"Wow, guys she does have neighbors." Mika teasingly shushes the group.
With a huff, Hikaru ignores his bandmate, pushing up his black white striped sleeves, before pounding on the door. "Hey Tsubasa-chan open up!"
"Hey, you don't think-"Mika trails off pointing a finger to the celling.
"No, I saw our prince enter the building alone …without her." The ginger haired singer shakes his head, allowing his concerned eyes to slide over to our grumpy leader.
Suddenly standing next to Hikaru, I'm practically knocked off my feet. "Wait, what's that smell?"
"I don't smell anything." Mika teasingly sticks his nose closer to his ginger friend, earning him a quick hand in the face, shoving him away. "Maybe Momo went a little heavy on the aftershave this morning?"
Momo lets out a heavy sigh, "Maybe it's your girly 'Mamirin' shampoo you have to use." The ginger replies in an indifferent tone, with his eyes never leaving his phone.
"Wait, I smell it too." Leader uncrosses his arms, stepping away from the wall and closer to the door.
Mika waves a hand in front of his nose, "Dude, you do know in polite society, the smelly incident is supposed to go unspoken, unless the 'offender' apologizes, first."
"No, not that kind of smell, if it was 'that' we all be knocked out." Kazu hisses out, walking closer to the door. A worried expression suddenly emerges on his face. His hand reaches down, shaking the polished knob. "Sumisora-san, come on this isn't funny, open the damn door!"
Seeing Kazu's sudden panicked behavior, it quickly hits me, "Mika, call for an ambulance!" I blindly reply while hastily backing up. Being sure to purposely stick my shoulder out, while sprinting for the door.
"AGGGHH!" Both Hikaru, Kazu suddenly turn, screaming out in surprise, while diving for the floor.
"For what?" I hear Mika burst out as my shoulder slams in the unforgiving wood. "Wait, what the hell are you are doing?!"
A shocked Hikaru shouts while sitting on the floor. "Man, Daikoku-san going to be pissed, when he sees what you've done!"
Our panicked leader is suddenly yelling out next to me, ready to take another run at the door.
"It's a gas leak, damn it!"
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Updated. "Sorry for those who have already read the first posting ….apparently 'posting' and cold medicine don't really mix….Well everything should be better now.
Okay, so here's the promised second Half of the chapter. I hoped you liked it :)
Thanks for taking a peek. I'll be posting soon …Alimackatjac