Radio 2/4
Title: Radio
Chapter: 2/4
Author: kiroyo
Genre: Angst, Drama
Warnings: None
Disclaimer: I own no one.
Rating: PG15
Pairing: ? x Kai
Synopsis: The past is like a song looped on replay.
Comments: Comments make me happy, like little bits of candy :3
Stepping gingerly over the fragmented bits, Kai exited his room and into the living area. He decided he deserved a caffeine shot since it was way too early for alcohol. After all how stupid would it be to crash at 9am and wake up with a hangover at 9pm? God no was he such a loser.
When Kai entered the kitchen, he explored the cabinets for his stash of instant coffee. But instead, he found himself frowning at the empty space on the shelves. Alright, so he had forgotten to restock on that. Fine, he decided he shall make himself a good breakfast to take his mind off what happened just minutes before. Gripping the edge of the refrigerator, Kai swung open the door, only to be greeted with an empty egg tray and a pathetic residue of miso left in its container. He rubbed at his temples and sighed. All these were telltale signs of a bad day ahead.
So, no coffee and no breakfast eh? He smiled to himself and straightened his back, no way was that going to bring him down! He would wash up and go off to work as usual. Like he did so for the past 5 years since Ki-
Fuck.
As soon as his optimism built up, it crumbled. It felt as though the whole world weighed on his shoulders again and the entire of Kai's being felt as screwed up as just now. And to make things worse, the doorbell just had to ring at that appropriate moment.
Kai swore out loud again, damning anyone who was behind that door, honestly not giving a flying fuck if the visitor turned out to be his mother.
Slamming the fridge shut, he stomped out of the kitchen towards the front of his apartment and flung the door open. Right there and then Kai regretted not searching his cupboards for alcohol instead of caffeine.
"Oh I didn't expect you to answer so quickly." said the blonde man standing on his doormat, wearing a biker's jacket and hands in his pocket.
Kai flinched and pressed his lips into a thin line. Now beating himself up inside for forgetting to look through the peep hole in his short moment of fury.
"Are you better now? You didn't sound too good on the phone." The man before him asked, eyebrows furrowed slightly in what seemed to be genuine concern.
Kai scoffed. He was in between the ajar space of the door and its frame, and with his right hand still closed around the knob, he could easily take a step back and slam the bloody door in this bastard's face with more cruelty than he did so with the fridge.
But he didn't.
"So I didn't sound 'too good' on the phone eh? Well, who are you to say that and judge my manner of speech? What the fuck are you doing here anyway? Aren't you a little too busy messing around with that band of yours? Or have you retired already? Aren't you a little too young to retire? Oh wait, if you really did, then check yourself into some old folks' home or something. If you were on your way to one, you're clearly at the wrong address."
Kai spat, somewhat proud of himself for rattling off without pausing to re-oxygenate his lungs. Taking a quick glance at the other's dumbfounded face, he retreated and swung the door shut. However the loud bang that was supposed to follow after didn't come.
What greeted his eyes instead were 4 fingers clamped in the even smaller space where he was standing before, between the door frame and the door.
His eyes widened, as the door slowly creaked outwards towards him again, revealing the blonde man before him once more, this time grabbing his injured hand against his chest and his face scrunched up in pain.
"What? That hurts? Do you even know what pain is Akira? Huh? Don't look at me like that. You don't deserve to."
The man called Akira raised his head, and reached out a hand in an attempt to prevent the door from closing again.
"I'm sorry Taka."
"Don't call me that. Oh wait, I'm surprised you even remember my name. What is it that they call you now? Reita? It's Reita now with that white bandage on your face right? Where's that strip of cloth? You should have brought it along when you turned up here so you can wrap that thing around your hand now." Kai huffed, reaching for the doorknob once more. Seriously how much shit did he have to handle in a mere span of 30 minutes?
Akira didn't respond though. Instead he was staring at his shoes, in apparent deep thought.
What the hell! Was he portraying a scene of the pathetic injured victim? What fucking bullshit!
"You're following my band news? I only started that noseband thing last week..." the blonde man slowly said.
Holy fucking shit. Kai cursed at himself as he had mindlessly let loose of the greatest secret he'd been keeping so far.
"I don't get what you're talking about. What the hell is a noseband anyway? You've got no business here. Leave." Yes, playing dumb was the best choice he got now.
"Taka wait-"
"It's Yutaka to you and people call me Kai now. You may call me that if you wish. But I've got business to attend to. Good bye." And Kai turned around, determined to close and bolt up the door for real this time.
"Kai wait! I just want to explain-" the man stepped forward, his volume raising a little when the door started edging forward again.
Kai paused, and released his hold on the knob.
When the brunette appeared in front of him again, Akira heaved a sigh of relief, suddenly hopeful that the other had calmed down to listen to what he had to say.
"There's nothing to explain. You left me behind Akira. That's all there is to it."
And the door finally slammed shut.
A/N: No surpises as to who the "mystery" guy is cos it's my OTP as usual. :D
Chapter: 2/4
Author: kiroyo
Genre: Angst, Drama
Warnings: None
Disclaimer: I own no one.
Rating: PG15
Pairing: ? x Kai
Synopsis: The past is like a song looped on replay.
Comments: Comments make me happy, like little bits of candy :3
Stepping gingerly over the fragmented bits, Kai exited his room and into the living area. He decided he deserved a caffeine shot since it was way too early for alcohol. After all how stupid would it be to crash at 9am and wake up with a hangover at 9pm? God no was he such a loser.
When Kai entered the kitchen, he explored the cabinets for his stash of instant coffee. But instead, he found himself frowning at the empty space on the shelves. Alright, so he had forgotten to restock on that. Fine, he decided he shall make himself a good breakfast to take his mind off what happened just minutes before. Gripping the edge of the refrigerator, Kai swung open the door, only to be greeted with an empty egg tray and a pathetic residue of miso left in its container. He rubbed at his temples and sighed. All these were telltale signs of a bad day ahead.
So, no coffee and no breakfast eh? He smiled to himself and straightened his back, no way was that going to bring him down! He would wash up and go off to work as usual. Like he did so for the past 5 years since Ki-
Fuck.
As soon as his optimism built up, it crumbled. It felt as though the whole world weighed on his shoulders again and the entire of Kai's being felt as screwed up as just now. And to make things worse, the doorbell just had to ring at that appropriate moment.
Kai swore out loud again, damning anyone who was behind that door, honestly not giving a flying fuck if the visitor turned out to be his mother.
Slamming the fridge shut, he stomped out of the kitchen towards the front of his apartment and flung the door open. Right there and then Kai regretted not searching his cupboards for alcohol instead of caffeine.
"Oh I didn't expect you to answer so quickly." said the blonde man standing on his doormat, wearing a biker's jacket and hands in his pocket.
Kai flinched and pressed his lips into a thin line. Now beating himself up inside for forgetting to look through the peep hole in his short moment of fury.
"Are you better now? You didn't sound too good on the phone." The man before him asked, eyebrows furrowed slightly in what seemed to be genuine concern.
Kai scoffed. He was in between the ajar space of the door and its frame, and with his right hand still closed around the knob, he could easily take a step back and slam the bloody door in this bastard's face with more cruelty than he did so with the fridge.
But he didn't.
"So I didn't sound 'too good' on the phone eh? Well, who are you to say that and judge my manner of speech? What the fuck are you doing here anyway? Aren't you a little too busy messing around with that band of yours? Or have you retired already? Aren't you a little too young to retire? Oh wait, if you really did, then check yourself into some old folks' home or something. If you were on your way to one, you're clearly at the wrong address."
Kai spat, somewhat proud of himself for rattling off without pausing to re-oxygenate his lungs. Taking a quick glance at the other's dumbfounded face, he retreated and swung the door shut. However the loud bang that was supposed to follow after didn't come.
What greeted his eyes instead were 4 fingers clamped in the even smaller space where he was standing before, between the door frame and the door.
His eyes widened, as the door slowly creaked outwards towards him again, revealing the blonde man before him once more, this time grabbing his injured hand against his chest and his face scrunched up in pain.
"What? That hurts? Do you even know what pain is Akira? Huh? Don't look at me like that. You don't deserve to."
The man called Akira raised his head, and reached out a hand in an attempt to prevent the door from closing again.
"I'm sorry Taka."
"Don't call me that. Oh wait, I'm surprised you even remember my name. What is it that they call you now? Reita? It's Reita now with that white bandage on your face right? Where's that strip of cloth? You should have brought it along when you turned up here so you can wrap that thing around your hand now." Kai huffed, reaching for the doorknob once more. Seriously how much shit did he have to handle in a mere span of 30 minutes?
Akira didn't respond though. Instead he was staring at his shoes, in apparent deep thought.
What the hell! Was he portraying a scene of the pathetic injured victim? What fucking bullshit!
"You're following my band news? I only started that noseband thing last week..." the blonde man slowly said.
Holy fucking shit. Kai cursed at himself as he had mindlessly let loose of the greatest secret he'd been keeping so far.
"I don't get what you're talking about. What the hell is a noseband anyway? You've got no business here. Leave." Yes, playing dumb was the best choice he got now.
"Taka wait-"
"It's Yutaka to you and people call me Kai now. You may call me that if you wish. But I've got business to attend to. Good bye." And Kai turned around, determined to close and bolt up the door for real this time.
"Kai wait! I just want to explain-" the man stepped forward, his volume raising a little when the door started edging forward again.
Kai paused, and released his hold on the knob.
When the brunette appeared in front of him again, Akira heaved a sigh of relief, suddenly hopeful that the other had calmed down to listen to what he had to say.
"There's nothing to explain. You left me behind Akira. That's all there is to it."
And the door finally slammed shut.
A/N: No surpises as to who the "mystery" guy is cos it's my OTP as usual. :D