Hey guys! This'll be chapter two! But I'm just gonna' take a few moments to voice my appreciation for all of the reviews. The fact that you all like my fanfic makes me really happy on the inside and brings a bright smile to my face. :3 So thank you!
Once again, I do not own UtaPri.
Chapter two:
"Weiji! Weiji, wake up!" A small body was jumping up and down on a queen-sized bed covered with satin white sheets, little blonde pigtails bouncing along with the movement. "Nggh...no..." The main sheet moved to cover up a mess of tangled brown hair, showing that the figure beneath them didn't want to come out. "Da' sun is up! Time to wakey-wakey!"
"No...I'm still tired." Reiji groaned from under the sheets, his voice slightly muffled.
This obviously wasn't going to sit with Tris because she jumped up once again and threw herself forward, landing right on her buried friend's stomach.
"ACK!"
"Weiji! Weiji, Twis hungry!"
"No, I fed you like ten minutes ago, Tris. You have to wait."
"No! Twis is hungry!" A small foot stomped on the ground, a whine filling the living room as Tris pulled on Reiji's pant leg, the much bigger male sitting back on the couch. "Tris, you ate like an entire box of Twinkies ten minutes ago. You should be fine for a few hours." Reiji said, not being able to help the slight irritation that filled his voice.
He certainly had taking a liking to this small child last night, especially when she had told him more about herself, like where she was from and what-not, but this morning with her hadn't been nearly as sweet as last night had been. If you wanted the truth, so far, this morning had been absolute HELL.
"But I gon' die if I dun' eat!"
"Tris! You'll make yourself sick! No food right now!"
It was barely even seven-thirty in the morning and Reiji hadn't gotten enough sleep, you couldn't blame him for raising his voice like he had. Though he most certainly regretted it a few seconds later when Tris started sniffling, her big round eyes beginning to water. "I-i...I-i j-just h-hungry..."
"Woah, what-?! No! D-don't cry!" Reiji frantically waved his hands around, panic clear in his voice. "W-weiji w-wont feed me..."
"I'll feed you again! I promise! Just don't cry!"
Reiji sighed in relief when that happy look from before returned to Tris' face and she clapped her hands together, bouncing a bit. "Yay!"
"Ranmaru, it is time to wake up."
"No...fuck off..."
"Ranmaru-"
"No means no, Camus. Plus I'm still tire-GAH!"
A rather high-pitched squeal filled the room when cold water was poured from a bucket and onto the lump of sheets on the bed, the male hidden underneath them automatically fighting to get out from under them and onto his feet, his clothes and hair soaking wet. "There. Now you shouldn't be tired."
Ranmaru let himself glare at the blonde standing before him, his now empty bucket tucked under one arm. "You're not slacking off today. This may be our one and only chance to get our fellow band member back."
"Yeah well sleep is more important..." The silver-head grumbled, Camus lifting the bucket once again to smack Ranmaru in the face with it. "What was that?" He asked, his voice low and threatening, just begging for Ranmaru to go against him. "Nothing, nothing...jeez...damn prick."
"Excuse me?"
"Nothing your oh-so-great-and-powerful."
"That's what I thought." With a huff, Camus turned and walked his way back out of the room, calling back, "Be on your way to Tokyo in ten minutes" before shutting the door behind him.
"Alright, we'll go clothes shopping for you later, so until then, you'll just have to wear that, okay?"
Bright round, silver-eyes slowly blinked before Tris gave a nod in understanding; she had on a little yellow sundress and cloudy white sandals, the pink ribbon she had been clinging to yesterday laced around her small wrist like a bracelate. "Okay, good, now go and watch T.V while I get dressed." Reiji said.
"Okay~! Yay! T.V time!"
"Blaming me for this, god..." Little rants were being mumbled under Ranmaru's breath as he pulled on his favourite pair of back fingerless gloves; he had dressed himself in a pair of dark navy blue jeans and a gray T-shirt that clung to his torso and showed off his well-defined stomach and muscled chest. On his wrists were multiple different arm-bands that were similar to the ones he had seen Reiji wear the day before while performing.
"Weiji!"
"I'm getting dressed Tris, keep watching T.V."
"Weijiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii!"
"I told you I was getting dressed, be patient."
"Weijiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii!"
"God dammit, WHAT?!"
"The T.V. wont turn on!"
A groan filled the brunette's bedroom. "Oh forget it, just come back in here!"
"Okay!"
A few seconds later, Tris came skipping back into Reiji's room, her innocent little eyes slowly drifting upward when she caught sight of her rescuer.
Reiji had pulled on a pair of dark green skinny jeans, a black tee that was a bit too big for him covering his upper half and white sleeves clinging to his arms. He had been in the middle of tying his soft brown hair up with a black hair tie when the small child came scurrying in. "Pweety..."
"Eh?" Reiji looked down at the little girl in surprise, clipping his bangs to the side with a white pin that had a treble-cleff attached to it after successfully pulling his hair back. "Pweety!" Tris repeated again with more enthusiasm, a bright smile on her plump lips. "Are you talking about me?"
Tris gave a small nod, Reiji blinking in shock. "Oh...well thank you. I try~." He hummed a bit in appreciation, reaching down to scoop up the little girl, who broke out into a giggling fit when he started swinging her around in circles. "You ready to go play at the arcade~?!"
"Yes, yes!" Tris squealed in happiness, Reiji not being able to help but chuckle a bit himself. "Then let's get going~."
"We'll give it a shot!
WOOAH!
We're halfway there!
OHHH!
Livin' on a prayer!"
After being only a few streets away from the arcade, Reiji had grown bored and just broke out into song, purposefully singing like complete and utter crap as he strode his way down the sidewalk, Tris' little hand holding onto one of his own.
He had been smart enough to pull his jacket hood up and put a pair of shades on over his eyes, making himself unrecognizable by any fellow walkers. He also knew doing as he was would more then likely attract unwanted attention, but that was totally the point.
"Take my hand and we'll make it - I swear
WOOAH!
Livin on a prayer!"
He made himself louder and had to resist the urge to laugh when bystanders flashed him and Tris irritated, dirty looks.
He didn't close his mouth either until him and Tris had reached the arcade, the double doors of the building opening up and revealing a huge assortment of games that were all bright with life, Reiji grinning at the sight and pushing his hood down, sliding the sunglasses off his face so he could see better. "Uwahh!" Tris stared around in awe, not being able to see as much as she wanted because of how many people were already there at the establishment, blocking her view.
"Oh, he's here!"
"Guys, it's Reiji!"
"Oh my god, I want a picture!"
"I want a kiss!"
Reiji blinked, completely forgetting that he had given away where he would be today on NATIONAL T.V.
...
Well shit. This would definitely be a problem.
By the time Ranmaru reached the arcade, he was in an even worse mood then he had been before.
Everytime he checked his phone he had up to five messages from the one guy in all of Japan he wished were dead.
His name was Saiko. Yes, Saiko, pronounced as psycho. He was this drummer guy from the previous band Ranmaru had been a part of, and he was also the reason the band broke up in the first place; all he ever wanted to do was "go out and get some ass", as he had once said, and was more preoccupied with drinking and dragging girls home from clubs then he was with the band itself.
For some odd reason though, one day he brought home some slutty bimbo and had declared his leave from the band for no apparent reason, and since then the band was unstable without its lead drummer and fell apart days later.
This event had occurred years ago, and no one from that band ever spoke again, yet for some god unknown reason, Saiko had started spamming the silver-head's phone with voice-mails and text-messages intended to taunt him, and just where he had gained access to Ranmaru's contact information would always be a mystery.
"God dammit, why can't I block you?!" Ranmaru irritably grumbled, repeatedly pressing the BLOCK NUMBER button on his phone and getting the same THIS NUMBER CAN NOT BE BLOCKED pop up window each time.
[Aww, Ran-ran, I bet you've been trying to block me, haven't you~?
-Saiko-sama]
Ranmaru's eyebrow twitched when he read over the message. He already used to deal with Reiji calling him by that annoying ass nickname, there was no way he was dealing with it again.
[Shut the fuck up and leave me alone.
-Kurosaki]
[Is someone a little grumpy because he's not mister-famous-all-star anymore~?
-Saiko-sama]
[I will personally find you and kill you if you don't stop texting me.
-Kurosaki]
"Hmm?" A mess of blond and red hair tilted to that side when blue-eyes scanned over the small screen, reading over the threat. 'Oh Ran-ran, you've always been so cute when you're mad.' Hurrying to type back, [Ah, I would LOVE that dear~. It'd be nice to see that handsome face of yours again after so long! -Saiko-sama] the blonde chuckled to himself, looking up from his place in his chair when a voice called out to him, "Saiko! Come on! Come play a round of DDR with me!"
Smirking, Saiko called back, "Coming, Rei-chan~!" and slipped his phone back into the front pocket of his jeans, ignoring it when it vibrated and getting up to make his way across the arcade, towards the brunette that had called out to him.
And that's where the chapter ends~. Oh, and don't fret about the cliff hanger, chapter three is already almost done, so it'll be posted pretty soon. Maybe even before I go to bed~.
Reviews are welcomed~. :3