Well, here's another chappy! I'm writing a whole lot of stuff at the moment, so updates may remain fairly slow... Oh well!
Disclaimer: Kotaro: HK doesn't own anything in this fic. Which is good, given her bad choice of pairings.
HK: Hey! You're just mad you don't get Sasuke!
Kotaro: Damn right I am!
WARNING: YAOI! Very obvious in this chappy! An itty bitty bit of mush, some inappropriate language.
It turned out Kotaro sang the song very well and won himself a small round of applause upon conclusion. Unfortunately for everyone's favourite bandaged maniac, Sasuke had been 'borrowed' by Akira again, about halfway through the song, so poor Kota-kun couldn't get an opinion from the only person who really mattered to him. Atsui rolled his eyes at the depressed ninja, and sighed.
"Very good, Kotaro. Now can you go get our other two stars back please?" Kotaro pouted (not that you could see under all the freepin' bandages), and walked off in the direction that was most random, because unfortunately for him, he only had one eye and that had been focused on his singing. Oh, the eye-rony. Eventually, though, he heard some muffled noises and thumps inside one of the closets, and felt a few more delicate parts of his heart snap into itsy bitsy pieces. He glared morbid death at the shaking cupboard, then flung the door open to tell the two Atsui wanted them (heeheehee...), so he could go sit in a corner and peel back his bandages to slit his wrist some more. However, when the door opened he did not see the scene of rabid kinky hot monkey sex he had been expecting. Sasuke was standing with his back to Akira, arms crossed and pouting in that adorably cute way of his that made you want to jump him on the spot because it was so unbelievably cute, and I really think I shouldn't be typing this late, and this sentence lost its point so I'm gonna stop now. Akira was standing behind Sasuke scowling in concentration as he fumbled with the clasp on Sasuke's padded bra, muttering angrily.
"Stupid damn thing's broken! Stupid clasp snapped off, Sasuke, I can't fix it." Sasuke rolled his eyes and murmured so only Akira could hear him.
"Damn it, why the fuck did I fall in love with you?" Akira grinned, leaning towards Sasuke's ear.
"Could it have been for the great sex?" Sasuke pouted his adorable pout again.
"I guess it could have been..." Kotaro, who hadn't heard that, coughed to make his presence known.
"Akira, Sasuke, Atsui wants you." Akira looked guilty and hopped out of the closet at once (heh, insert inevitable 'coming out of the closet' joke here), and scurried away down the hall. Sasuke got out more slowly, and shot a curious glance at Kotaro.
"Say Kota-kun, do you think you can help me with this?" He pointed over his shoulder at the broken clasp. Kotaro was shocked, but nodded, and moved behind Sasuke. As Kotaro was a ninja, which for some random reason meant he knew everything, he easily managed to fix the clasp. Sasuke twisted, felt the clasp, then turned and smiled at his old friend turned enemy turned friend again.
"Thanks, Kota-kun, I don't know what I would do without you." A few ideas sprang to Kotaro's mind, but he ignored them, and merely ruffled Sasuke's hair a little, in the same manner he had done back in the forest.
"You're impossible, Sasuke." Sasuke stuck his tongue out teasingly at his friend, then turned to walk after Akira. Kotaro sighed quietly, and turned to wander off somewhere else deep inside the opera house, before Sasuke turned and called after him.
"Hey, Kotaro, aren't you coming with me?" Kotaro smiled very slightly under the bandages, and walked after his smaller friend.
Well, I hope you liked it! Remember, everyone, if you can't laugh at something, you don't love it enough!