(Warning, this chapter and the next contain two gay boys and yeah. Maybe a little underaged? If you're a thirty year old man reading this yeah this is underaged. I'd consider both Giruru and Kagege are sixteen and seventeen respectively. But let's be honest here, we're all either 14-20 here right)
"So where exactly is this party?" Giruru asked curiously. Kagege, walking beside him and carrying a back pack full, answered simply, "At some guy named Keroro's place. I hear his father is like some super sergeant or whatever." Giruru frowned a bit, scratching his cheek.
"I don't really know who that is…"
"You don't know anyone you giant dork."
"Shut up," Giruru laughed and shoved him lightly. He was still holding on to the few things he brought to work with him. A simple jacket in case it got cold and some sponges because the orphanage didn't have very good ones.
They continued to swap words and conversation for the rest of the walk, laughing and chuckling with one another. It wasn't too much longer until they were in front of a well-sized house. There were a few others standing outside conversing and drinking from red party cups. But, obviously there weren't many as it was still pretty early and the actual party probably wouldn't start for another hour. Dokuku has been home alone now for maybe two or three hours. Giruru couldn't help but feel worried for him. So, he mentally decided to leave after chatting to a few people and checking out the house a bit.
Kagege lead him into the home, going on about how some of his friends from his school were going to be here. Giruru honestly didn't care enough to listen to what he was saying because he was focused on the table filled with bottles and bottles of alcohol. "Kagege, sorry to interrupt but are you sure this is a party we wanna stay at for long…?"
Kagege gave him a questioning look before realizing what he was talking about, "Oh, geez, don't worry so much. We're here to have fun anyways, right? And besides, it's not like you HAVE to drink. Don't make yourself so uncomfortable!" He gave Giruru a solid pat on the back, laughing a little. Giruru chuckled nervously along. He was right; Giruru didn't HAVE to drink. And, he didn't plan on staying long anyways so why should he be worrying?
Kagege and he both took a seat together on the couch. Giruru leaned back and crossed his arms, letting his head rest against the back of the couch. "Ah, I could probably stay here and be happy. I didn't realize how exhausted I was!" he exhaled the last portion of his words with comfort. Kagege laughed beside him, "You worked all day- I could only imagine! But, no falling asleep. You've gotta have some fun first."
The next hour was pretty relaxing honestly. No one really got there until about the end of the hour. So, Kagege and he spent that time chatting and enjoying each other's company, maybe occasionally saying hey to someone else who was here early too. Once the party had picked up and music was playing, Giruru began to become a tad uncomfortable. Some were drinking already and being boisterous about it.
"Here, drink this," another said and handed him a red party cup filled with an unknown substance. It sure smelt awful though.
"What the hell is it?"
"Just drink it!" the other moved the cup up to his mouth, forcing him to drink it anyways. Giruru complied, not wanting to choke or anything- but he wound up choking anyways.
"This is awful!"
"It tastes better by the third drink!" And he walked away giggling loudly and making others drink.
It seemed Kagege had gotten ahold of the nasty stuff also, chugging away almost greedily. "Come on Giruru; it isn't that bad!"
Giruru sighed and took another swig of the now supposed alcohol. "Ugh, how can anyone get used to this." But, honestly, the tingle was getting a little addicting. How it just barely tickled the back of his throat- fizzed a little too. The sour taste seemed to fade away quickly anyways. He took another drink, longer this time.
"Yeah, there you go; finally loosening up!" Kagege chuckled next to him and patted his back. "Come on, let's go dance a little, yeah?" And at that, Giruru was lifted from the couch by Kagege's hands. Giruru couldn't help but smile at Kagege's giddiness. Really, everything about Kagege made him smile. The way he'd hold Giruru's hands or shoulders when he was upset, how he'd always tap his foot or fingers when he was impatient, the way he leaned forward and glared at the screen of a video game- he was just simply adorable.
Giruru tightened his grip on Kagege's hand as they walked through the now crowded home, getting closer to the source of the music that was playing. It was some kind of hard techno beat. The two had found a relatively open place in the middle of the room and occupied it as their own.
"You know I don't really dance right? I don't really know how to." Giruru stated with a bit of a goofy, excited grin. He never really got to act like this and really he was just soaking it up. He wanted to let loose and be a fucking kid for once.
Kagege had given him an amused smirk and took both of his hands in his grip, "Then I'll help. You've just gotta get in the rhythm." And with those words, he and Kagege were moving back and forth, their hands moving with or against one another. The beat of the hard music drove their bodies to move wildly, shaking or banging, jumping or pumping. Giruru was laughing practically non-stop.
With growing courage, Giruru released Kagege's hands to dance singly, raising his hands into the air, pumping them back and forth and spinning and jumping and giggling. God he was high with this euphoria. He was happy; genuinely happy. Kagege, seemed to feel the same way, and he began to dance without the hand of Giruru also. They stayed this way, laughing and dancing with one another to the music, not stopping between songs.
Giruru was beginning to ware out especially soon. He was out of shape from lack of exercise and proper diet. That's not to say he was lazy- he simply didn't have the time to stand around and do jumping jacks. His diet was awful because they couldn't afford anything too fancy or especially healthy. Most of the time, he chose not to eat really.
"Tired already?" Kagege panted and smirked, pulling Giruru away from a stray fist pump that could have hit him.
"Ah- uh- yeah- thanks- ah geez." He practically wheezed the words. But, Kagege merely laughed and drug him out from the crowd of dancers, going into a hallway dotted with a few people. How late was it? There were so many people here. "Thirsty? How about I get us some drinks, yeah?" Kagege offered, letting Giruru lean up against the wall in exhaustion.
"Yeah, that'd be really great actually. I'd appreciate that." Giruru smiled back, starting to catch his breath. Kagege left to go get those promised drinks. Giruru watched his tail as he left, swishing back and forth. He faintly wondered when Kagege would lose it. He was certainly old enough now to have it go away soon. And, he most certainly showed the physical signs of being ready to be rid of a tail. Giruru wasn't sure about himself though. Sometimes he thought he'd always have his.
Giruru had let his eyes close while he waiting so when someone patted his cheek he jumped. "Don't fall asleep! We've still got a night ahead of us!" Kagege handed him his cup of what he assumed was the same alcohol from earlier. Though, now it didn't seem as bad, especially after downing a good mouthful of the sour drink. "Sorry, dancing is a lot more work than I thought it was!" He exhaled a heavy breath as he finished a few more gulps.
"I told you you should get out more. We could do more things like this you know." Kagege inquired, leaning against the wall next to Giruru. "Dancing, drinking, and talking like this- all the time! It'd be so fun." He took a sip of his own drink, sliding down the wall into a sitting position. Giruru followed him shortly after, sitting with his knees up to his chest.
"Yeah? I don't know. I guess I could handle this every once in a while. It's just- DOKUKU! Oh my god, I've been here waaay too long! What time is it? Fuck- I should really be going!" He was about to stand up, but Kagege pulled him back down, "Giruru! It's fine! He's fine! Please stay a little longer? For me? Please?" The shadow manipulator pleaded, holding his hand tightly. Giruru looked back and forth, from Kagege to the door, trying to make up his mind.
"I- I don't know- ahh, I really should be going… but, I mean… I guess. Ugh, fine, sure. I'll stay a little longer. Just until I finish this drink, alright?" Giruru resettled himself, a little strung up and on edge.
"Good, thanks. Ugh, Giruru. All I want for you is to stop worrying okay? Please just let yourself relax and not worry about Dokuku. I promise he'll be fine! He might have even found a friend at school and is with them right now!" Kagege reasoned, raising his hands every which way to emphasize his point. He always did seem to talk with his hands. Another one of those things Giruru really enjoyed about him.
Giruru felt a little bad. He really had been a worry wart a lot of the time- especially when it came to Dokuku. He could allow himself to be good for his friend, his best friend, just for this one night, right? He sighed and leaned over, letting his head rest against Kagege. "I'm sorry. I really should lighten up, huh?" Giruru felt him fidget a little and give a breathy laugh.
"I can't be too mad, Giruru. I understand why you're so uptight like this. It's okay. I just worry about you being like that always, you know?" Giruru felt a hand slip around his neck and lay on his shoulder. "I'm sorry too. That I can't always help you." The blue-green tadpole lifted his head up to see the other with his one good eye.
The party was packed, no one paying attention to anyone but themselves or their friends. The song Scream was playing and the beat was loud and shaking. Keronian kids were getting drunk and throwing things and screaming everywhere. There was a kid, by a name that sounded vaguely familiar, who had thrown the party's host's picture frames at the wall. A red colored guy, Giruru was sure he was the son of some famous weapon-specialist from what he heard, had thrown up all over the bathroom. Another guy, the red guy's brother, had wound up taking the other home.
This all, however, were ignored by the two in the hallway. Giruru was leaned into Kagege's lap, gripping each side of his head while Kagege had hold around Giruru's lower back. Their lips were mushed together in a sensual twist and their noises mixed in between each of their mouths. Giruru had dropped his drink onto the carpet long before, its contents spilt everywhere. Kagege pulled him closer, dragging the other completely into his lap and Giruru followed suit, letting his hands drift around his neck, gripping the purple scarf.
Their lips drifted apart for a moment's rest, allowing their breaths to mingle and their eyes to open to stare at one another.
"Kagege…" Giruru started, but never finished as the shadow-manipulator brought him into another, opened-mouth kiss, his breath hitching with the suddenness. Their tongues met in a dance of dominance, pressing and pushing against one another with a need to have power over the other's orifice. Ultimately, Kagege won this with a pinch to Giruru's back end, causing him to squeak and recede back to his own maw, allowing Kagege entry. It wasn't a minute later until Kagege toppled over Giruru, forcing the other to be below him. They were laid out in the hallway making out. Holy shit.
Giruru was sure that he could hear the chants of a few near them and a few photos being taken, but he honestly couldn't give a fuck then. Because, wow, he had Kagege on top of him and really that's all that mattered at that moment. But, it wasn't until later that he realized that this was only the beginning of what the two would be doing with each other.