A.D.I.D.A.S - Part 7
Chapter: 7/13
Pairings: Hide-Zou x Fu-ma
Band: D & Izabel Varosa
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Hide-Zou has a bit of a problem and goes to a psychairtrist for help.
Author's Notes: This is co-written by wyndslash. She played the role of Fu-ma. Thank you so much! ^__^ Also, I do not own the title.
"Ah....okay..." he stood up, folding the blanket up and following the other.
"Fu-ma...I'm sorry about everything. I know I've been a complete asshole probably and not telling you things. It's kinda hard since I still consider you my psycharatrist," he sighed, glancing down. "I'm just a little confused about things, that's all."
"Things like what?" Fu-ma blinked. "I understand that it'd be a little hard for you since I am your psychiatrist, but what can I do to dispel that?"
"I don't think there's anything you can do about that," he paused, scratching his head a little, "Listen, I've never felt this way about anyone in a really long time...actually never. You make me uncomfortable a lot of the time and sometimes I don't know what to say to you."
"How come? I'm not going to bite," he said with a pout.
"It's not a...bad uncomfortable, Fu-ma."
"Oh...well, that's good, isn't it?" he asked softly, a light blush forming.
"I...I don't know," he whispered.
"Well, there's enough time to figure it out..." he shrugged, wrapping his arms around the lean figure.
"Oh yeah...a month," he sighed.
"I'll stay with you if you want me to..."
"I do...It's just...it doesn't feel right sometimes."
"Why not? Is it me?"
"It's not you...well kinda, but mostly me."
"How come? Why doesn't it feel right?"
"A little of the psycharatrist thing...it's kinda awkward and all my thoughts about just seem weird."
"If it'll help, I'm not analyzing you like a psychiatrist...that's why I'm having a hard time. I'm just trying to be a good boyfriend..."
"Honestly, were you ever serious about this whole 'relationship' thing when you started it?"
"I was! And I still am..."
"I mean...did you really want to help me as psycharatrist...nothing more?"
"Yes, it did start out as that...."
Hide-Zou nodded a bit. "Why'd you let me touch you like that?"
"It felt nice..."
"Is that all?" He quirked a brow.
"What else do you want me to say? It's only been a few days..."
"You're a very odd doctor," he mumbled.
"So they say..." he laughed, leaning up to kiss him.
He turned his head away from the younger man's lips. "Maybe we should stop."
"...Oh..." Nodding, the redhead pulled away, a hurt look in his eyes. "I...sure...if that's what you want..."
"I don't want to do this anymore, Fu-ma. It's...strange."
"Why strange?"
"Because of the things I think...about you...and me...and us..."
"Is that a bad thing? Those are nice thoughts..."
"You don't know what I think, Fu-ma."
"And what is it then?"
He shook his head. "Goodbye, Fu-ma," he said softly, then walked away.
Fu-ma sighed, a few tears creeping up in his eyes as he nodded and walked the other way. He took a taxi back to his apartment, which suddenly felt cold and empty as he stepped inside. The redhead spent the next few days cleaning up, then he realized that most of his belongings were still at Hide-zou's house.
Hide-Zou stayed home for a few days, never leaving his house. He avoided band practice and refused to ever go in his room. He laid on the couch most of the time, drinking and hiding his pain, but he knew he did the right thing. 'Suck it up, Hide-Zou. It wouldn't have worked out, anyway,' he thought with a sigh.
Of course, he knew he couldn't not pick up his things. Most of his clothes were there. Groaning inwardly, he picked himself up from his bed and got dressed in a lolita-style dress, then went over to his ex's apartment in a taxi. He got a little nervous as he knocked on the door.
He grumbled a little in his sleep and dropped the bottle of beer on the living room carpet. He turned over on his stomach, burying his face in his pillow to ignore the faint pounding of his "head".
'Well, I'm not coming back here again, so he'd better answer,' the redhead thought, knocking harder on the door.
"Nnn..." he groaned from the pain. He wasn't going force himself up, especially since his door had been unlock since the break-up.
"HIDE-ZOU!"
"URUSAI!"
"OPEN THIS DAMNED DOOR! I NEED TO GET MY THINGS!"
"GET IT YOURSELF~"
Infuriated, Fu-ma tried the door and blinked when it was unlocked. He rolled his eyes and stepped inside, almost tripping on a beer can. He sighed and shook his head. What a messy apartment, just like it's owner.
The guitarist turned his back to whoever his visitor might be and attempted to go back to sleep.
He sighed as he headed over to the bedroom and got his things.
"I miss you..." he said softly, more to himself than to the man on the couch.
He grunted softly and looked back at the blurry figure. He shot up on the couch and snuck behind him, putting his arms around him. "Aha! I caught you!"
"Ah!" Fu-ma yelped, startled, but relaxed when he felt the other's arms around him. He smiled a little.
"Breaking into my house, ne?" he smirked and frowned at the items in the other's hand. "And trying to still my koi's stuff too! I'm calling the police."
"I thought you broke up with him already~" he sighed, turning around in the other's embrace and facing him.
"That's between me and him! Now drop the stuff and get going, before I report you," he said seriously.
"Hide-zou! Don't you recognize me?!" Fu-ma gaped at him in disbelief.
"Don't try to fool me with that fake Fu-ma voice," he growled a little.
"Are you drunk again?!" he gasped, tears filling his eyes.
Hide-Zou snatched the stuff from his him. "Get out! You disgrace me, burglar."
"I am Fu-ma!" he growled, shoving an ID in his face.
Hide-Zou squinted his eyes, looking at the picture, then gasped. "What did you do to Fu-ma!?! Why do you have his ID?" He took the plastic card quickly. "Where's Fu-ma?"
'I can't believe this...' Fu-ma thought to himself, groaning. "Look, what do I have to do to convince you that I am him?"
"You're not him! You'll never be him. No one can be him but him," he sniffled.
The redhead blinked.
"Do you love him?"
"That's none of your business."
"Well, he loves you, just so you know..."
"Lies! Stop doing this. You know nothing. Get out!" he yelled, getting irritating with the intruder.
"Fine!" he hissed, getting out quickly and collapsing on the hall. He sighed, wondering what he should do now.
Hide-Zou hugged the elegant lace dress and sighed. He sniffed the remaining scent of the material and slowly went to the door, opening it cautiously. "Hey, stranger! Do you know where my koi is?"
"He's at home, crying his heart out..."
"Why? He should be happy."
"He's not. He wants to be with you..."
"Why? Why me?"
"I don't know...." the boy stood up, smoothing down his dress as he walked away. "Maybe you should visit him..."
"Is he...still at home?" He blinked.
"Yeah~"
"Can you...take me to him...please?"
"Sure....we'd have to take a taxi, though..." Fu-ma realized he'd have to play along. "But drink some water first...he wouldn't want to see you drunk again.."
"Umm...I'll try, if I can find the water."
"I have some here..." he fished a bottle of water from his bag and handed it to the other.
"It's not poisoned, is it?"
"No, it's not..." he rolled his eyes. He was sure that after drinking, the older man would sober up and recognize him.
He took the bottle and slowly drunk it. "Take me to Fu-ma, please."
"I am Fu-ma!" he declared once again. "I came to get my things back..!"
"You're not Fu-ma..." he said softly."
"I am so! I'd sleep with you to prove it!"
"I'm not sleeping with a stranger!"
"Mou!" he slapped the other.
Hide-Zou's head turned and slowly rubbed his face. "What was that for?"
"Why won't you believe me? If you go to Fu-ma's house, you wouldn't find him there because I'm here with you!"
"If you're really my Fu-ma...kiss me like he would."
"Fine..." the redhead blushed, leaning in to plant a soft kiss on his lips.
The guitarist looked away slightly and whispered, "You're not him...you can't be."
"Why not? Why are you denying it?"
"He doesn't love me...I hurt him. He wouldn't kiss me like that either...if he really did have those feelings for me," he said softly.
"He does...he's just confused why you wanted to break up with him....please, Hide-zou," Fu-ma pleaded, wrapping his arms around him. "I love you..."
"Why does he love me? I'm nothing...I'm only a slut to him and everyone else."
"No, you're not...you're so much more to me..." he whimpered, burying his head into the other's chest.
"You're lying...I should've never trusted a burglar," he groaned, pushing the other away and going back to his home.
"No!" he sighed. "I'll take you to him now if you want!"
He paused in his steps. "How can I trust you?"
"I'm Fu-ma. Believe me when you see the house and he's not there..."
"You're not Fu-ma! You tried to take his things!"
"Because I am him! I need my things to take back to my apartment!" he hoped this was all a bad dream, and it probably was, for he was soon woken up by a shrill alarm ringing.
Pairings: Hide-Zou x Fu-ma
Band: D & Izabel Varosa
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Hide-Zou has a bit of a problem and goes to a psychairtrist for help.
Author's Notes: This is co-written by wyndslash. She played the role of Fu-ma. Thank you so much! ^__^ Also, I do not own the title.
"Ah....okay..." he stood up, folding the blanket up and following the other.
"Fu-ma...I'm sorry about everything. I know I've been a complete asshole probably and not telling you things. It's kinda hard since I still consider you my psycharatrist," he sighed, glancing down. "I'm just a little confused about things, that's all."
"Things like what?" Fu-ma blinked. "I understand that it'd be a little hard for you since I am your psychiatrist, but what can I do to dispel that?"
"I don't think there's anything you can do about that," he paused, scratching his head a little, "Listen, I've never felt this way about anyone in a really long time...actually never. You make me uncomfortable a lot of the time and sometimes I don't know what to say to you."
"How come? I'm not going to bite," he said with a pout.
"It's not a...bad uncomfortable, Fu-ma."
"Oh...well, that's good, isn't it?" he asked softly, a light blush forming.
"I...I don't know," he whispered.
"Well, there's enough time to figure it out..." he shrugged, wrapping his arms around the lean figure.
"Oh yeah...a month," he sighed.
"I'll stay with you if you want me to..."
"I do...It's just...it doesn't feel right sometimes."
"Why not? Is it me?"
"It's not you...well kinda, but mostly me."
"How come? Why doesn't it feel right?"
"A little of the psycharatrist thing...it's kinda awkward and all my thoughts about just seem weird."
"If it'll help, I'm not analyzing you like a psychiatrist...that's why I'm having a hard time. I'm just trying to be a good boyfriend..."
"Honestly, were you ever serious about this whole 'relationship' thing when you started it?"
"I was! And I still am..."
"I mean...did you really want to help me as psycharatrist...nothing more?"
"Yes, it did start out as that...."
Hide-Zou nodded a bit. "Why'd you let me touch you like that?"
"It felt nice..."
"Is that all?" He quirked a brow.
"What else do you want me to say? It's only been a few days..."
"You're a very odd doctor," he mumbled.
"So they say..." he laughed, leaning up to kiss him.
He turned his head away from the younger man's lips. "Maybe we should stop."
"...Oh..." Nodding, the redhead pulled away, a hurt look in his eyes. "I...sure...if that's what you want..."
"I don't want to do this anymore, Fu-ma. It's...strange."
"Why strange?"
"Because of the things I think...about you...and me...and us..."
"Is that a bad thing? Those are nice thoughts..."
"You don't know what I think, Fu-ma."
"And what is it then?"
He shook his head. "Goodbye, Fu-ma," he said softly, then walked away.
Fu-ma sighed, a few tears creeping up in his eyes as he nodded and walked the other way. He took a taxi back to his apartment, which suddenly felt cold and empty as he stepped inside. The redhead spent the next few days cleaning up, then he realized that most of his belongings were still at Hide-zou's house.
Hide-Zou stayed home for a few days, never leaving his house. He avoided band practice and refused to ever go in his room. He laid on the couch most of the time, drinking and hiding his pain, but he knew he did the right thing. 'Suck it up, Hide-Zou. It wouldn't have worked out, anyway,' he thought with a sigh.
Of course, he knew he couldn't not pick up his things. Most of his clothes were there. Groaning inwardly, he picked himself up from his bed and got dressed in a lolita-style dress, then went over to his ex's apartment in a taxi. He got a little nervous as he knocked on the door.
He grumbled a little in his sleep and dropped the bottle of beer on the living room carpet. He turned over on his stomach, burying his face in his pillow to ignore the faint pounding of his "head".
'Well, I'm not coming back here again, so he'd better answer,' the redhead thought, knocking harder on the door.
"Nnn..." he groaned from the pain. He wasn't going force himself up, especially since his door had been unlock since the break-up.
"HIDE-ZOU!"
"URUSAI!"
"OPEN THIS DAMNED DOOR! I NEED TO GET MY THINGS!"
"GET IT YOURSELF~"
Infuriated, Fu-ma tried the door and blinked when it was unlocked. He rolled his eyes and stepped inside, almost tripping on a beer can. He sighed and shook his head. What a messy apartment, just like it's owner.
The guitarist turned his back to whoever his visitor might be and attempted to go back to sleep.
He sighed as he headed over to the bedroom and got his things.
"I miss you..." he said softly, more to himself than to the man on the couch.
He grunted softly and looked back at the blurry figure. He shot up on the couch and snuck behind him, putting his arms around him. "Aha! I caught you!"
"Ah!" Fu-ma yelped, startled, but relaxed when he felt the other's arms around him. He smiled a little.
"Breaking into my house, ne?" he smirked and frowned at the items in the other's hand. "And trying to still my koi's stuff too! I'm calling the police."
"I thought you broke up with him already~" he sighed, turning around in the other's embrace and facing him.
"That's between me and him! Now drop the stuff and get going, before I report you," he said seriously.
"Hide-zou! Don't you recognize me?!" Fu-ma gaped at him in disbelief.
"Don't try to fool me with that fake Fu-ma voice," he growled a little.
"Are you drunk again?!" he gasped, tears filling his eyes.
Hide-Zou snatched the stuff from his him. "Get out! You disgrace me, burglar."
"I am Fu-ma!" he growled, shoving an ID in his face.
Hide-Zou squinted his eyes, looking at the picture, then gasped. "What did you do to Fu-ma!?! Why do you have his ID?" He took the plastic card quickly. "Where's Fu-ma?"
'I can't believe this...' Fu-ma thought to himself, groaning. "Look, what do I have to do to convince you that I am him?"
"You're not him! You'll never be him. No one can be him but him," he sniffled.
The redhead blinked.
"Do you love him?"
"That's none of your business."
"Well, he loves you, just so you know..."
"Lies! Stop doing this. You know nothing. Get out!" he yelled, getting irritating with the intruder.
"Fine!" he hissed, getting out quickly and collapsing on the hall. He sighed, wondering what he should do now.
Hide-Zou hugged the elegant lace dress and sighed. He sniffed the remaining scent of the material and slowly went to the door, opening it cautiously. "Hey, stranger! Do you know where my koi is?"
"He's at home, crying his heart out..."
"Why? He should be happy."
"He's not. He wants to be with you..."
"Why? Why me?"
"I don't know...." the boy stood up, smoothing down his dress as he walked away. "Maybe you should visit him..."
"Is he...still at home?" He blinked.
"Yeah~"
"Can you...take me to him...please?"
"Sure....we'd have to take a taxi, though..." Fu-ma realized he'd have to play along. "But drink some water first...he wouldn't want to see you drunk again.."
"Umm...I'll try, if I can find the water."
"I have some here..." he fished a bottle of water from his bag and handed it to the other.
"It's not poisoned, is it?"
"No, it's not..." he rolled his eyes. He was sure that after drinking, the older man would sober up and recognize him.
He took the bottle and slowly drunk it. "Take me to Fu-ma, please."
"I am Fu-ma!" he declared once again. "I came to get my things back..!"
"You're not Fu-ma..." he said softly."
"I am so! I'd sleep with you to prove it!"
"I'm not sleeping with a stranger!"
"Mou!" he slapped the other.
Hide-Zou's head turned and slowly rubbed his face. "What was that for?"
"Why won't you believe me? If you go to Fu-ma's house, you wouldn't find him there because I'm here with you!"
"If you're really my Fu-ma...kiss me like he would."
"Fine..." the redhead blushed, leaning in to plant a soft kiss on his lips.
The guitarist looked away slightly and whispered, "You're not him...you can't be."
"Why not? Why are you denying it?"
"He doesn't love me...I hurt him. He wouldn't kiss me like that either...if he really did have those feelings for me," he said softly.
"He does...he's just confused why you wanted to break up with him....please, Hide-zou," Fu-ma pleaded, wrapping his arms around him. "I love you..."
"Why does he love me? I'm nothing...I'm only a slut to him and everyone else."
"No, you're not...you're so much more to me..." he whimpered, burying his head into the other's chest.
"You're lying...I should've never trusted a burglar," he groaned, pushing the other away and going back to his home.
"No!" he sighed. "I'll take you to him now if you want!"
He paused in his steps. "How can I trust you?"
"I'm Fu-ma. Believe me when you see the house and he's not there..."
"You're not Fu-ma! You tried to take his things!"
"Because I am him! I need my things to take back to my apartment!" he hoped this was all a bad dream, and it probably was, for he was soon woken up by a shrill alarm ringing.