Title: Little
Conversations
Author: Hawk Clowd
Disclaimer: As always, I own nothing and I want nothing. I think these
boys would cost me too much money in condoms and lubricant, quite frankly, if
they didn't run me dry from with the beer and cigarette runs.
Blood Type: NyQuil
Warnings: sleep-deprived insanity.
Part: Four
Author's Notes: Mmm. I realized while at work today that I'm paid not
for teaching students, nor am I paid for not going over papers. I'm paid
because I am subjected to the occasional mockery of the English language and I
don't rip off anyone's head. In other news, I'm very tired. Thus, fiction.
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"It's his birthday today," Tatsuha said happily into the phone immediately after Eiri picked it up and grunted a hello. After he said it, there was a long pause.
"What?" Eiri asked, his voice tinged with a mixture of disbelief and disgust.
"Sakuma Ryuichi," Tatsuha replied excitedly. "It's his birthday today!"
He heard Eiri yawn and imagined the writer was slyly looking at the clock by his bed and contemplating the death of his darling younger brother. "It's the middle of the night..."
"Two thirty-six," Tatsuha replied promptly. "Sakuma Ryuichi was born on April first at two thirty-seven in the morning!"
"You're a freak. Do you know that?" Eiri grumbled. "M'going back to bed."
Tatsuha was about to snap back scathingly when he was interrupted by the sound of an alarm going off on Eiri's end of the phone. He heard Eiri curse at the clock and then heard Shuichi snap awake and squeal delightedly. Barely -- just barely -- he could hear the singer cry "Ryuichi-san just turned thirty-three five seconds ago!" and the sound of Eiri throwing a pillow at the younger man.
Tatsuha grinned. "Put Shuichi on the phone!"
He could practically hear Eiri's scowl. "Fuck no! Why the hell would I do that?"
"Because! C'mon, Aniki!"
"No!" Eiri was audibly fuming. Tatsuha found himself glad that he was not in the same room as his irritable brother. "If I give him the phone, the two of you will spend all goddamn night fangirling at each other and consequently steal away my precious sleep hours!"
Shuichi had apparently figured out what was going on and Tatsuha heard him say: "Is that Tatsuha-kun? Lemme talk to him! Give it!" He was loud and clear, and Tatsuha imagined the singer was right up in Eiri's face, trying to heckle him into giving up his phone. Eiri growled intelligibly at Shuichi, but the badgering didn't end. He did his best to ignore it.
"Can't you two fangirl on someone else's sleep schedule?" Eiri asked tiredly. "Hang up or I'll call the house phone and wake up Dad." For a brief -- very brief -- moment, Tatsuha almost felt sorry for his brother. Eiri had never been a Nittle Grasper fan, although he'd listened to them without too much of a fuss whenever his brother or lover insisted, and he didn't understand why they worshiped Sakuma Ryuichi as they did. Really, it wasn't fair to him... but Tatsuha didn't care.
"It's Sakuma Ryuichi's birthday and I want to talk to Shuichi!" Tatsuha roared. He shot a sly look at the door and hoped his father hadn't heard him. The last thing he needed was for his father to ream him out about 'following in his idiot brother's footsteps' and having a cell phone, to boot.
"Why?" Eiri asked. He was obviously frustrated.
"Because someone deleted Sakuma Ryuichi's number from my cell phone and talking to Shuichi is almost but not quite as good as talking to my honey!" Tatsuha replied promptly.
Eiri turned very quiet. The only noise from his end of the phone was Shuichi claiming that he needed to talk to someone about Sakuma-san or he would explode, right then and there. That noise, too, faded away and was replaced by the sound of Eiri's mattress creaking and the faint noise of footsteps. Tatsuha heard a faint electronic beeping and then, hardly a second later...
...the house phone rang.
"Shit!" Tatsuha cursed. "You're such a fucker, Aniki!" And then he hung up quickly, before his father could answer the house phone and Eiri could spill the beans. He dived into bed and listened as his father grumbled down the hallway, toward the kitchen. Before the old man could get that far, however, the ringing stopped. Tatsuha waited until he was absolutely positive that his father was back in bed before he reached for his phone again and dialed the number to Shuichi's cell phone instead.
It was a sleepless night, but oh, it was so worth it.
