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: Five
Author's Notes: Mrr. Band camp makes me tired, and, as we all know, tiredness inspires silly little additions to this story. Enjoy it.

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It was four in the afternoon when Tatsuha's cell phone rang and Tatsuha dove to pick it up before this sound traveled down the hall and reached his father's ears. Who the hell was calling him at four in the afternoon, when they knew his father would be around and would kill Tatsuha if he --

Tatsuha checked the number. Eiri. Of course.

"What do you want, Aniki?" Tatsuha hissed into his cell. "Do you have any idea what time it is, you asshole?"

Eiri ignored the question. "Exactly how long have I been paying your phone bill?"

"What?"

"Your cell phone bill was mailed to my address. I called the company and apparently I've been receiving and paying your bills ever since you bought the damn phone."

Oh, right. That. Tatsuha frowned. "Uh, yeah. About that. I sorta forgot to mention it, but... Well, I couldn't have the bill sent here! Yeah, I'm usually the one who goes out for the mail, but what would happen if Dad went out or --"

Eiri interrupted him. "I couldn't care less where you have your bill sent. For all I care, you could send it to the fucking president of Burundi. What I really want to know is why I've been paying for it for the past eight months."

"Becaaauuuse... you didn't check the name on the bill?" Tatsuha suggested. "No one asked you to pay for it."

"That's exactly what I wanted to hear," Eiri said. Tatsuha thought he could hear his brother purring. "Because you owe me about ninety-six thousand yen."

"What?" Tatsuha exclaimed. "Aniki, there's no way I've made a hundred thousand worth of phone calls!"

"I charge heavy interest."

"But I've mostly used it to talk to you!" Tatsuha protested. Eiri was obviously being unreasonable. It wasn't like it was his fault his brother didn't like to read mundane, everyday things like bills and letters.

"Right," Eiri said. There was a rustling of papers. "And you often call sixteen different people there in Kyoto, four in Tokyo, two in Wakayama and one in..." Eiri paused. "Who the fuck are you calling in the United Kingdom?"

"A pen pal."

Tatsuha could practically hear Eiri fuming. "Pen pals are called pen pals because you write to them -- you don't call them!"

"You've never had a pen pal," Tatsuha sniffed, peeking out the door as he heard a floorboard creak outside. "So you wouldn't know."

Eiri growled. "That's not the point."

"So what is the point?"

"I'm not going to pay for your goddamn cell phone every month!" Eiri exclaimed. "You owe me eight months worth of phone calls plus interest, you little bastard."

Tatsuha scowled. "Don't you have a singer to go screw?"

"He's at work."

"So you called me?"

"It seemed only fair."

"And you're really going to make me pay a hundred thousand yen?"

"Yes."

Well, that was no good. Tatsuha paused. "Aniki?"

"Yes?"

"Can I borrow some money?"

Eiri hung up.