Fabric
Title: Fabric
Chapter: One-shot
Author: kiroyo
Genre: Fluff, Slight Humour, Slight Crack
Warnings: Swearing
Disclaimer: I own no one.
Rating: PG15
Pairing: Reita x Kai, Uruha
Synopsis: Reita suffered a huge loss of blood... Metaphorically.
Comments: Comments make me happy, like little bits of candy :3
A buzz next to his ear startled Kai out of his sleep. His well deserved rest which lasted for only 15 minutes so far, and a difficult one to attain at that, due to a splitting migraine. Hence it should come as no surprise and Kai should be honorably pardoned when he answered the call like this: "What the fucking hell do you want!?"
The person at the other end of the line gulped. Yes he knew it was 12 am but this wasn't what he expected! After all, Kai was never asleep at 12am! He coughed nervously and tightened his grip on the phone. "Hey Kai it's Reita here."
Kai rolled around beneath his covers and curled up into a fetal position, still willing for the banging on his skull to stop.
"Reita?"
"Uh huh." Wait, what kind of dumb response was that!? Reita gave himself a mental slap across his face, now turning to shoot a glare at his best friend who was clutching at his side, laughing his ass off. Reita hurriedly brought a finger to his lips, though he highly doubted the other saw his silent request.
"Uh, Kai?"
"What!? What is it that you have to say at this hour? Aren't we all meeting at 9 later? And where's your fucking data!?"
Reita cringed. He held the phone as far away from his ear as he could. Now, of all he and Uruha had hypothesized many scenarios that could happen, this was definitely not one of them.
"Uh... The data? I'm actually tidying it up right now!" Reita hurriedly babbled, though distracted by Uruha muffling his giggles with his pillow. With one hand still plastered to the cell, Reita marched over and wrenched the object out of Uruha's grip, frowning in disgust at the pearly trail of drool linking it to his mouth. Rolling his eyes, Reita gave up, and threw the pillow back at Uruha, whose eyes were shining with way too much amusement.
"Oh really? That's good then. Well, see you tomorrow. Or today. Whatever." Kai droned, stifling a yawn as he closed his eyes in preparation to be shipped off to dreamland where there would be no mountains of papers or music sheets or blah.
Reita jolted. "AH WAIT!" he shouted into the device, jumping again when he shocked himself with his sudden increase in volume. "It's not the data I called you about! Uh, it's something else which is more important than that."
At that, Kai reopened his heavy eyelids. Something more important than preproduction material? Well, he could keep himself awake for another couple of minutes, Kai guessed. Uncurling himself, he shifted himself backwards to sit up with his back against the headboard.
"Oh, so what's it about Rei?"
Heaving a great sigh of relief at the improvement in Kai's mood, Reita turned around when he saw Uruha raising an eyebrow at him, having put away the soggy pillowcase and was now sitting upright in all seriousness. Yes, Uruha could be serious if he wanted to. He really was his best friend, the opportune moment had come and Uruha could sense it. Carefully backing towards onto the bed, Reita sat down next to him, locking eyes with his best friend as he voiced the words they had practiced for so long and so hard for together.
"I need a nose band."
Shit.
Uruha's eyes widened to double its size and his jaw dropped. Then he flung the back of his hand against Reita's arm as hard as he could.
"What, a nose band? Don't you have plenty of that Rei?" Kai chuckled, amused at his friend.
Reita smacked himself on the forehead. He didn't even have to look at his best friend to know that Uruha was even more shell shocked than him.
"What the fuck Rei! It's 'I need a plaster!' Not nose band you dimwit!" Uruha hissed, groaning aloud before collapsing back onto the bed.
Reita dropped his head. Yup, he had screwed up.
"Eh... I have a lot of them, but what I mean is I need another one! Cause uh, the rest are at the drycleaner's. Yeah." Reita calmly said, trying to convince himself that he didn't sound like a damn dunce.
Uruha on the other hand, had completely given up and was now blowing bubbles with his own saliva solution. Reita was a definite gone case.
"They're all at the drycleaner's? How come? Did you use them to soak up something you spilled?" Kai laughed heartily, shaking his head at Reita's antics. The other was such a dork sometimes. And his migraine had subsided by quite a bit too. In fact, it begun to tone down since he picked up the call and heard Reita's voice. Kai furrowed his eyebrows. Strange.
Reita nibbled on his lower lip. He leaned over and nudged Uruha with his free hand, but the other refused to heed him. To Uruha, blowing and popping as many bubbles as possible was of utmost importance right there and then. Reita whined. Uruha couldn't leave him alone! Not at this juncture!
Taking a deep breath, Reita continued. "Yeah I spilled a huge quantity of blood cause' I smashed my nose when I fell for you which is why I used up all the nose bands and they are at the dry cleaner's."
Uruha gasped, and sprung up to sitting position once more, coughing madly and thumping at his chest as a large dollop of saliva pit crashed back into his throat. Did he hear right!?
Again, Reita did not have to look over to know his best friend's reaction. He may have been rendered slightly mentally impaired from his nervousness but he was certain that his hearing was just fine.
A snicker followed by a laugh came.
Reita closed his eyes. Oh god... He thought.
"Really? Do you mean that literally or metaphorically cause' if it's the former I'd really be quite worried right now."
Despite him feeling as though his throat got washed down by sand, Reita mustered all his willpower to reply, "And what if it's the latter?"
A minute's silence ensued. And Reita's undamaged hearing could only hear the uniform pounding of his heart hammering against his ear drums.
"Then I guess I'd be really happy." came the simple response.
Reita's jaw unhinged and he yelled, "IT'S THE LATTER KAI!"
Uruha, though sitting up in his serious position, tilted his head, not understanding their conversation any more though he was only following one side of it all along.
Kai smiled. His migraine had disappeared and the other's idiotic confession had just topped his entire day, or night. Whatever.
"I'm quite sure it is Rei." and he laughed once more. "I think you must be tired now, if not physically, then mentally that is. I'll see you later! Happy Valentine's Day, love."
Reita stilled and all the heat in his body rushed up and gathered in his cheeks at the addition of the sudden endearment at the back. Oh how long he had waited to hear something like that!
Whereas on the other side, Kai smirked at the lack of response, having anticipated beforehand that the other would react this way, hence the decision to garnish his last sentence with that particular choice of vocabulary. Reita may seem to be the manliest in the band, but if it came to being adorable, Kai was sure that Reita could beat him hands down anytime. Well, to him that is.
"Yeah! I mean, yes! I'll see you later! Good night!" Reita squeaked, before flipping his phone shut.
Uruha arched his brow in query once more. Seems like all went well huh. And he broke into a toothy grin, lurching forward to give his best friend a great bear hug.
Reita returned the embrace and whooped, jumping on the bed as he punched his fist into the air. He had succeeded! His confession had-
BANG.
And he collapsed back onto the mattress, groaning and rolling around in agony as he clutched at the top of his head.
Uruha snorted. "Do you wanna call Kai again? Looks like you need a bandage now dumbass."
A/N: Oh god, the synopsis is so lame -.- Wait, ALL my synopsises are lame LOL. Yay a Valentine fic! Lame pick up line though. Sorry I tried my best ;_;