A series of you and me [CHAPTER 14]
Title: A series of you and me
Chapters: 14/?
Genre: Angst. Romance. Smut.
Warnings: Angst.
Ratings: PG-13
Pairings: AoixUruha (others?) - ReitaxRuki (?)
Disclaimer: I only own my imagination ♪
Synopsis: Kouyou finds his life ruled by the glimpses of him he can see.
Takanori opened the door, wearing a face pack, his hair tied back, in a bathrobe and slippers, looking suspiciously at his friend standing there, his eyes puffy and smelling alcohol.
He also began to realize he had opened the door in his night outfit and cursed himself mentally at least three times and thought that if he wasn't dead the day after it would be because the gods obviously enjoyed mocking him.
- Well well, Takashima, I now have an excuse to kill you.
Kouyou didn't like how formal Takanori was getting and he knew that it was the other's revenge for the way he had talked to him at the coffee shop earlier that day.
- I hope Akira hasn't seen you like this yet.
The hairdresser raised an eyebrow and Kouyou continued:
- Wait a little longer before you show him this get-up, love is blind they say.
Takanori sighed, afraid suddenly that one of his neighbours might be around at this hour and made a sign for Kouyou to come in:
- Don't stand there. You and your fucking sarcasm.
Kouyou almost smiled and remembered he had to keep a low profile, he had been the bad friend after all.
- Even if I should kick you out.
Kouyou looked into his eyes, disturbed by the face pack he tried to ignore:
- Takanori...
The hairdresser almost shivered. He didn't like when Kouyou was being so grave.
- I'm really sorry about today. I don't want us to be in bad terms...
Takanori interrupted him:
- Why do you keep everything bottled up inside for God's sake?! We are your friends! It was eating you up so much that you talked to me like I was your dog! Wait! You wouldn't even be that rude to a dog!
Kouyou rolled his eyes:
- Am I lectured by my mother or what? Because you already have the appearance...
The hairdresser crossed his arms, unable though to hide a grin:
- You dickhead! Now come here!
Takanori made his way to his bedroom, pushing open the door for Kouyou to get in.
The taller found an unbelievable amount of junk food on Takanori's bed, a movie paused on the screen of the TV and his dog resting in his basket.
- Akira had to go to work, I wasn't up to accompany him, you made me feel so depressed that I ended up here getting myself fat and more miserable. But now I've heard your apologies, we should turn this into a party, to bury the hatchet, what do you think? I have some vodka somewhere...
Kouyou laughed, shaking his head and Takanori momentarily gazed at him with a wide smile. It felt so good to find back his friend.
- Brad Pitt's ass is flawless.
- I'd top him.
- That would be too comical.
- Bastard.
- I'm being honest.
- Give me the vodka!
Kouyou obeyed while chewing his slice of pizza, his gaze all for the american actor who was now making love to some actress he found ugly.
- Means Brad Pitt is your ideal?
Takanori laughed, pouring some vodka in his glass of mango juice.
- My type's more DiCaprio to tell the truth. I'd offer him my ass on a plate.
Kouyou giggled, a bit tipsy.
- I'm more into brunettes.
- Names!
Kouyou thought to himself, which actor had dark hair and was beyond sexy to him?
- Well, he's not an actor. He's not even famous.
Takanori turned his head to look at Kouyou's face, interested:
- Tell me more about it!
Kouyou grimaced, disgusted:
- You're creepy...I feel like talking to a teenage girl.
The hairdresser narrowed his eyest:
- It's because you usually don't talk about these things with me!
- I won't if you react like this.
- I wouldn't if you were a lot more talkative about your private life.
- Why would I anyway?
- Because we're friends.
Kouyou looked at Takanori for a moment before tearing his gaze away from him to focus on the movie again.
- He's a guy I hooked up with twice. This kind of dark mysterious beauty that makes you think you'd be happy like a fucking little poney by his side if you know what I mean. He looks perfect. Perfect in the sense even his bad sides I'd like them and I'd grow attached to them, as much as I'd despise them. When I look at him I see promises of happiness, yet I don't allow myself to get around him exactly because...
The hairdresser had completely forgotten about the movie. In fact he was so interested by Kouyou's rambling that it unsettled him the other suddenly stopped speaking.
- Because?
Kouyou sighed, watching his fingers playing with his lighter.
- I'd ruin him.
Takanori's brows creased.
- Why would you?
His voice was soft and tender, knowing Kouyou was making huge efforts to speak his heart out this way.
- Oh come on! I'm a fucking mess. The last relationship I had went to Hell because my damn sadness was eating him up too in the end...I'm a fucking disease!
Takanori was hurt by the sight. By all of that pain he could read in Kouyou's eyes, in his shaking voice.
I didn't know you were this broken...
- Humans wither by my side. Like flowers, they begin to die slowly when they're close to me.
Like she did, thought Kouyou, but he didn't say it out loud.
- It makes no sense.
Kouyou chuckled.
- Taka, please, I know what I'm talking about ok?
- Stop using fucking excuses to get away from love and all it involves, even this fear of being abandoned.
Kouyou laughed falsely again:
- That is so deep Taka-chan.
- Stop making fun of me! Fuck you!
Takanori had his arms now crossed.
- He told me "I can't make you happy and it kills me."
- So what? You expected him to be your soul mate?
Kouyou shrugged his shoulders.
- I don't know. Perhaps a part of me needed to believe he was something like that.
- Too bad but he wasn't! Now does it mean you have to reject everyone because you failed? That's too bad we lose this innocence we have when we're kids, this one that makes us try again and again until we reach our goal. When we grow up we get so scared to fail that we put a spoke in our own wheel!
Kouyou imitated Takanori's last sentence in a high pitched voice and added, more seriously:
- Right back at you Taka-chan! Akira's too shy to make the first move so hurry that ass of yours before that pink haired waitress is going to beat you.
Takanori rolled his eyes:
- Akira's as gay as I'm hetero.
Kouyou poked his cheek with a smile:
- Guess who's been leading an investigation when you were busy wondering if he was gay or not?
- Some dickhead for sure.
Kouyou grinned:
- Don't go all I'm not interested because you must be dying to know inside.
Takanori replied with an expressionless face:
- Well spotted dumbass now open that mouth of yours before I'm shoving that whole jar of ice cream up your ass.
Kouyou laughed, pleased by Takanori's reaction:
- Go ahead I love when it's big.
The hairdresser didn't even smile, absolutely annoyed by Kouyou's capacity to reach a very low mental age at times.
- Well well then...Gender doesn't really matter to him. He could fuck you and that pink haired bitch whose name I forgot, the only important fact, he said, is that he feels good with the person he's going out with. So far, Akira likes you, he's like a teenage boy in heat who's got his first crush when he's around you.
Takanori had this ugly grimace while Kouyou was speaking and in the end, he just shrugged his shrugged his shoulders, not wanting to show any sign of hope in front of his friend. The teasing was extremely getting on his nerves.
- Don't give me that cold bitch mask ok. It's like Rio de Janeiro's carnival inside I can feel it, naked women pole dancing and you screaming like a little girl because Kat-Tun released a new single.
Takanori looked back at him:
- God it was so much better when you were the drama queen you are.
Kouyou pulled the hairdresser against him for a hug:
- But I was missing you so much Taka-chan!
Kouyou's laugh echoed and Takanori smiled against his shoulder.
The door of the coffee shop opened, followed by the little bell's sound notifying a new customer had come in. Kouyou finished placing the cleaned cups on the counter and turned around with a smile:
- Welcome!
His smile slightly faded away at the sight of this customer.
- Hello!
It was Yuu.
He held his gaze and felt himself melting at his warm expression.
- Please take a sit.
Yuu obeyed and looked at the several signs on the wall, interested by all the things he hadn't tasted yet.
- Hm...I don't know what to order to be honest.
Kouyou grinned and didn't even notice how bright he was being. Even Sakai wouldn't believe it.
- I hear this so many times a day...Coffee, tea or chocolate lover?
Yuu quietly thought and said:
- Definitely coffee! Hm, I'll stick to my usual black coffee, it's the best.
- Anything to eat?
Yuu tilted his head so he could watch the different pastries behind Kouyou and announced with a wide smile:
- That chocolate cake seems delicious.
Kouyou nodded and prepared Yuu's order with his heart fluttering. He was so troubled by the man that he almost poured some coffee on the counter. When he turned around to put Yuu's cup in front of him, the dark haired was busy watching the news on the screen of the TV hung on the wall.
- Thank you.
Kouyou bowed and continued cleaning, showing his back to Yuu. He blessed his glasses and the fact his hair was tied back in a ponytail. Could he look like that man Yuu met at the Black Moral twice...Could he?
I'm different like this. He can't tell...
- The cake is good. Is it homemade? I heard most of your pastries are...
Kouyou looked back at him with a smile:
- We bake early in the morning all of our pastries yes.
- We? Does it mean you make them with Sakai-san?
Kouyou felt himself blushing.
- I do.
Yuu smiled:
- Well then, let me congratulate you, this cake is amazing.
Kouyou laughed, getting at ease.
- All the credit though doesn't go to me only. I used to work for a baker who also made pastries. He taught me few things, I think that's why Sakai-san agreed to hire me.
Yuu nodded.
- I see. Takashima Kouyou, aren't you?
Kouyou stared at his face until he spoke again:
- Ah I'm sorry but we have a common friend, Matsumoto-san.
- Oh...
At his troubled face, Yuu grew worried he'd been too impolite by suddenly blurting out his whole name.
- He talks a lot about you.
Kouyou slightly grimaced.
- There's nothing to say about me though.
Yuu frowned, almost sorry someone could be this unfair to himself.
- I heard only good things. You're very straightforward, he says. He particularly appreciates that side of you.
Kouyou scrutinized Yuu's face, embarassed until the dark haired held out a hand:
- By the way I'm Shiroyama Yuu! Nice to finally meet you Takashima-san.
Their skins met and Kouyou thought he'd just grab his collar and kiss him madly. But he didn't, only gazing back at him, their eyes locked as their hands didn't seem to stop swaying in the empty space between them.
Suddenly the dark haired turned his head to take a glance at the clock on the wall that had the contours of a cupcake and pouted:
- Hm I'm afraid I'll have to head back to work soon! I have an upcoming appointment so, to next time Takashima!
At this instant the phone rang and Kouyou quickly answered, watching Yuu paying his order until the person at the other line asked if he could talk to Sakai. Kouyou bowed his head to Yuu and disappeared in the back of the coffee shop, handing his boss the receiver.
When he came back, there was a bill and a paper note.
"Keep the change for yourself.
The stars stopped singing and the Moon feels lonely."
The emptied cup fell on the floor, in an explosion of ceramic.
At the sound of the crash, his head began spinning.
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Wow it gets serious now. I have nothing else to say but that you should forgive me for not spending my free time at my computer because IT'S SO HOT I really can't stay on it for too long. My room gets warmer if possible, knowing without it being turned on, it's already Hell. Well, anyways, you're used to my slow updates. I beg for your pardon m(._.)m
Chapters: 14/?
Genre: Angst. Romance. Smut.
Warnings: Angst.
Ratings: PG-13
Pairings: AoixUruha (others?) - ReitaxRuki (?)
Disclaimer: I only own my imagination ♪
Synopsis: Kouyou finds his life ruled by the glimpses of him he can see.
Takanori opened the door, wearing a face pack, his hair tied back, in a bathrobe and slippers, looking suspiciously at his friend standing there, his eyes puffy and smelling alcohol.
He also began to realize he had opened the door in his night outfit and cursed himself mentally at least three times and thought that if he wasn't dead the day after it would be because the gods obviously enjoyed mocking him.
- Well well, Takashima, I now have an excuse to kill you.
Kouyou didn't like how formal Takanori was getting and he knew that it was the other's revenge for the way he had talked to him at the coffee shop earlier that day.
- I hope Akira hasn't seen you like this yet.
The hairdresser raised an eyebrow and Kouyou continued:
- Wait a little longer before you show him this get-up, love is blind they say.
Takanori sighed, afraid suddenly that one of his neighbours might be around at this hour and made a sign for Kouyou to come in:
- Don't stand there. You and your fucking sarcasm.
Kouyou almost smiled and remembered he had to keep a low profile, he had been the bad friend after all.
- Even if I should kick you out.
Kouyou looked into his eyes, disturbed by the face pack he tried to ignore:
- Takanori...
The hairdresser almost shivered. He didn't like when Kouyou was being so grave.
- I'm really sorry about today. I don't want us to be in bad terms...
Takanori interrupted him:
- Why do you keep everything bottled up inside for God's sake?! We are your friends! It was eating you up so much that you talked to me like I was your dog! Wait! You wouldn't even be that rude to a dog!
Kouyou rolled his eyes:
- Am I lectured by my mother or what? Because you already have the appearance...
The hairdresser crossed his arms, unable though to hide a grin:
- You dickhead! Now come here!
Takanori made his way to his bedroom, pushing open the door for Kouyou to get in.
The taller found an unbelievable amount of junk food on Takanori's bed, a movie paused on the screen of the TV and his dog resting in his basket.
- Akira had to go to work, I wasn't up to accompany him, you made me feel so depressed that I ended up here getting myself fat and more miserable. But now I've heard your apologies, we should turn this into a party, to bury the hatchet, what do you think? I have some vodka somewhere...
Kouyou laughed, shaking his head and Takanori momentarily gazed at him with a wide smile. It felt so good to find back his friend.
- Brad Pitt's ass is flawless.
- I'd top him.
- That would be too comical.
- Bastard.
- I'm being honest.
- Give me the vodka!
Kouyou obeyed while chewing his slice of pizza, his gaze all for the american actor who was now making love to some actress he found ugly.
- Means Brad Pitt is your ideal?
Takanori laughed, pouring some vodka in his glass of mango juice.
- My type's more DiCaprio to tell the truth. I'd offer him my ass on a plate.
Kouyou giggled, a bit tipsy.
- I'm more into brunettes.
- Names!
Kouyou thought to himself, which actor had dark hair and was beyond sexy to him?
- Well, he's not an actor. He's not even famous.
Takanori turned his head to look at Kouyou's face, interested:
- Tell me more about it!
Kouyou grimaced, disgusted:
- You're creepy...I feel like talking to a teenage girl.
The hairdresser narrowed his eyest:
- It's because you usually don't talk about these things with me!
- I won't if you react like this.
- I wouldn't if you were a lot more talkative about your private life.
- Why would I anyway?
- Because we're friends.
Kouyou looked at Takanori for a moment before tearing his gaze away from him to focus on the movie again.
- He's a guy I hooked up with twice. This kind of dark mysterious beauty that makes you think you'd be happy like a fucking little poney by his side if you know what I mean. He looks perfect. Perfect in the sense even his bad sides I'd like them and I'd grow attached to them, as much as I'd despise them. When I look at him I see promises of happiness, yet I don't allow myself to get around him exactly because...
The hairdresser had completely forgotten about the movie. In fact he was so interested by Kouyou's rambling that it unsettled him the other suddenly stopped speaking.
- Because?
Kouyou sighed, watching his fingers playing with his lighter.
- I'd ruin him.
Takanori's brows creased.
- Why would you?
His voice was soft and tender, knowing Kouyou was making huge efforts to speak his heart out this way.
- Oh come on! I'm a fucking mess. The last relationship I had went to Hell because my damn sadness was eating him up too in the end...I'm a fucking disease!
Takanori was hurt by the sight. By all of that pain he could read in Kouyou's eyes, in his shaking voice.
I didn't know you were this broken...
- Humans wither by my side. Like flowers, they begin to die slowly when they're close to me.
Like she did, thought Kouyou, but he didn't say it out loud.
- It makes no sense.
Kouyou chuckled.
- Taka, please, I know what I'm talking about ok?
- Stop using fucking excuses to get away from love and all it involves, even this fear of being abandoned.
Kouyou laughed falsely again:
- That is so deep Taka-chan.
- Stop making fun of me! Fuck you!
Takanori had his arms now crossed.
- He told me "I can't make you happy and it kills me."
- So what? You expected him to be your soul mate?
Kouyou shrugged his shoulders.
- I don't know. Perhaps a part of me needed to believe he was something like that.
- Too bad but he wasn't! Now does it mean you have to reject everyone because you failed? That's too bad we lose this innocence we have when we're kids, this one that makes us try again and again until we reach our goal. When we grow up we get so scared to fail that we put a spoke in our own wheel!
Kouyou imitated Takanori's last sentence in a high pitched voice and added, more seriously:
- Right back at you Taka-chan! Akira's too shy to make the first move so hurry that ass of yours before that pink haired waitress is going to beat you.
Takanori rolled his eyes:
- Akira's as gay as I'm hetero.
Kouyou poked his cheek with a smile:
- Guess who's been leading an investigation when you were busy wondering if he was gay or not?
- Some dickhead for sure.
Kouyou grinned:
- Don't go all I'm not interested because you must be dying to know inside.
Takanori replied with an expressionless face:
- Well spotted dumbass now open that mouth of yours before I'm shoving that whole jar of ice cream up your ass.
Kouyou laughed, pleased by Takanori's reaction:
- Go ahead I love when it's big.
The hairdresser didn't even smile, absolutely annoyed by Kouyou's capacity to reach a very low mental age at times.
- Well well then...Gender doesn't really matter to him. He could fuck you and that pink haired bitch whose name I forgot, the only important fact, he said, is that he feels good with the person he's going out with. So far, Akira likes you, he's like a teenage boy in heat who's got his first crush when he's around you.
Takanori had this ugly grimace while Kouyou was speaking and in the end, he just shrugged his shrugged his shoulders, not wanting to show any sign of hope in front of his friend. The teasing was extremely getting on his nerves.
- Don't give me that cold bitch mask ok. It's like Rio de Janeiro's carnival inside I can feel it, naked women pole dancing and you screaming like a little girl because Kat-Tun released a new single.
Takanori looked back at him:
- God it was so much better when you were the drama queen you are.
Kouyou pulled the hairdresser against him for a hug:
- But I was missing you so much Taka-chan!
Kouyou's laugh echoed and Takanori smiled against his shoulder.
The door of the coffee shop opened, followed by the little bell's sound notifying a new customer had come in. Kouyou finished placing the cleaned cups on the counter and turned around with a smile:
- Welcome!
His smile slightly faded away at the sight of this customer.
- Hello!
It was Yuu.
He held his gaze and felt himself melting at his warm expression.
- Please take a sit.
Yuu obeyed and looked at the several signs on the wall, interested by all the things he hadn't tasted yet.
- Hm...I don't know what to order to be honest.
Kouyou grinned and didn't even notice how bright he was being. Even Sakai wouldn't believe it.
- I hear this so many times a day...Coffee, tea or chocolate lover?
Yuu quietly thought and said:
- Definitely coffee! Hm, I'll stick to my usual black coffee, it's the best.
- Anything to eat?
Yuu tilted his head so he could watch the different pastries behind Kouyou and announced with a wide smile:
- That chocolate cake seems delicious.
Kouyou nodded and prepared Yuu's order with his heart fluttering. He was so troubled by the man that he almost poured some coffee on the counter. When he turned around to put Yuu's cup in front of him, the dark haired was busy watching the news on the screen of the TV hung on the wall.
- Thank you.
Kouyou bowed and continued cleaning, showing his back to Yuu. He blessed his glasses and the fact his hair was tied back in a ponytail. Could he look like that man Yuu met at the Black Moral twice...Could he?
I'm different like this. He can't tell...
- The cake is good. Is it homemade? I heard most of your pastries are...
Kouyou looked back at him with a smile:
- We bake early in the morning all of our pastries yes.
- We? Does it mean you make them with Sakai-san?
Kouyou felt himself blushing.
- I do.
Yuu smiled:
- Well then, let me congratulate you, this cake is amazing.
Kouyou laughed, getting at ease.
- All the credit though doesn't go to me only. I used to work for a baker who also made pastries. He taught me few things, I think that's why Sakai-san agreed to hire me.
Yuu nodded.
- I see. Takashima Kouyou, aren't you?
Kouyou stared at his face until he spoke again:
- Ah I'm sorry but we have a common friend, Matsumoto-san.
- Oh...
At his troubled face, Yuu grew worried he'd been too impolite by suddenly blurting out his whole name.
- He talks a lot about you.
Kouyou slightly grimaced.
- There's nothing to say about me though.
Yuu frowned, almost sorry someone could be this unfair to himself.
- I heard only good things. You're very straightforward, he says. He particularly appreciates that side of you.
Kouyou scrutinized Yuu's face, embarassed until the dark haired held out a hand:
- By the way I'm Shiroyama Yuu! Nice to finally meet you Takashima-san.
Their skins met and Kouyou thought he'd just grab his collar and kiss him madly. But he didn't, only gazing back at him, their eyes locked as their hands didn't seem to stop swaying in the empty space between them.
Suddenly the dark haired turned his head to take a glance at the clock on the wall that had the contours of a cupcake and pouted:
- Hm I'm afraid I'll have to head back to work soon! I have an upcoming appointment so, to next time Takashima!
At this instant the phone rang and Kouyou quickly answered, watching Yuu paying his order until the person at the other line asked if he could talk to Sakai. Kouyou bowed his head to Yuu and disappeared in the back of the coffee shop, handing his boss the receiver.
When he came back, there was a bill and a paper note.
"Keep the change for yourself.
The stars stopped singing and the Moon feels lonely."
The emptied cup fell on the floor, in an explosion of ceramic.
At the sound of the crash, his head began spinning.
--------------------------
Wow it gets serious now. I have nothing else to say but that you should forgive me for not spending my free time at my computer because IT'S SO HOT I really can't stay on it for too long. My room gets warmer if possible, knowing without it being turned on, it's already Hell. Well, anyways, you're used to my slow updates. I beg for your pardon m(._.)m