In my Kingdom ... the Kitchen [REITA / KAI] - ONE SHOT
Title: In my Kingdom … the Kitchen.
Chapters: One shot
Author: luna_no_koibito
Genre: Romance, introspection, crack
Warnings: none
Rating: PG-15 cursing, men x men making out
Pairing: Reita/Kai
Bands: the GazettE
Disclaimer: I don't own them, and don't wish I did because I'd be sorry for what could befall them （・＿・；）！
Comment: This is the second one shot of a series of randomly put together one shots, which I once again randomly decided to start, as the muses of my OTP (ReitaxKai) were bugging me, begging me to make them have some time together. The series is called Living Together, and I am going to explore various situations, of this particular couple “living together”. Hope you'll enjoy it just as much as I loved writing it! (^_^!!)
Summary: Reita went to Uruha's and Kai is stressing about it in the kitchen. Kai's POV.
In my Kingdom … the Kitchen
We are practically always together. Every minute in an hour, day of the week, month in a year ... given that we are in the same band, and that we live in the same place as a couple, it is quite unavoidable. Thus, it would be merely logical, and he dared say natural, that we wouldn't mind having some time away from each; personal time he called it, and I agree. That being discussed and, I believed, agreed on ... why can't I cut the freaking onions straight? It is so wrong for me to be unfocused in here my sanctuary, our kitchen, the one room of our apartment, where I am sovereign, where I can feel at peace with the world, and I can be creative as much as I want, in order to release some stress in moments such as this. Because, I am stressed right now, yes, pretty much. No matter how I try to turn it, I am down right peeved, rather than stressed, at the fact that Akira is not here. Now, before I sound like the irrationally possessive boyfriend, I should clarify with myself that I am not irritated at the fact that he is not here, but rather with the reason why he is not here.
-Want to come and play? ...- he had yelled from his kingdom, the living room, where he was about to start playing the latest Final Fantasy game, Final Fantasy XXXIII, or whatever, I honestly doubt they are that many, but that is not the point. He knew I was experimenting with some new recipe in the kitchen, something I had been looking forward for a month or so, just like he had the stupid game. In short, we were both doing our own thing, which falls into the definition of personal time, right? so I thought; apparently I was wrong.
-Maybe later baby, I am working on something … plus I thought that FF was an RPG?- I replied, and also righteously observed. I mean, I might not be a video-game-baka, but I have been a teenager, and I have played and know my facts about a lot of games, final fantasy included … I am just not up-to-date.
-Exactly. See the way I do RPGs sometimes, is that one person, for example, does the action, meaning holds the controller, meaning me. Then a second person can work on the reasoning parts, meaning answering riddles and stuff, meaning you ...- he calmly explained entering inside the kitchen, and stopping by the counter, where he nonchalantly began turning pages from the recipe book I had obviously opened in that particular page for an as well rather obvious reason -... so?- he then whispered in my ear, gracefully walking behind me, as I was washing some fruits in the sink.
-Mmmm … - I sensually hummed, showing myself considerate to the particular attention he was giving my neck at the moment -... sounds like fun baby, but maybe later, I really want to finish this - I try to excuse myself once more, sounding very calm, almost pleading, as I displayed a playful pout. But he doesn't get it. No ...
-Okay … I was just proposing a way we could do this together, since you always say that I am in my own little world when I am gaming but never mind … - he then replied in a tone that was supposed to sound calm and indifferent, but was soaked, drenched, and left to dry in accusation.
-Akira ...- I sheepishly call out, rolling my eyes, as I watched him leave the kitchen, while I turned back the pages of the recipe I was actually looking at, which I'd like him to notice I didn't complain about -Why are you acting like this? … I thought we “agreed” on having “me time” today- I yelled from my post, for I had no intention of leaving my realm, to enter into his soon to become war field, with him angrily yelling at the screen because whatever monster was stronger than what he thought, or because he fell for a trick, or the way he'd say it “The fucking console, fucking shut down on me, before I could fucking save!”. No thanks, I passed.
-... don't worry it's okay, I'll go to Uruha's - he tries to nonchalantly yell from his post, but once again, his feeling of having been just reject echos all over; and that is when I snapped. Momentarily leaving the sight of my book, I walked towards, and leaned on the edge of the door, careful not to step out of it, and, with my arms folded on my chest, I sternly looked at the noseband-less idiot packing his game, and coming out of the living-room -What? ...- he calmly asked passing by me to go towards our bedroom
-Why are you acting offended?- I asked him with a tiny bit, very tiny bit of attitude, when he came out of the room
-I am not... - he quickly retorted, stopping in front of me for a second, fixing his baseball hat, and then newly disappearing into the bedroom.
-Yes you were, I could tell by you voice tone, you are not a very good lair so stop, and … just stop when I am talking to you- I almost yelled, because I was still trying to keep my cool, but my infamous scowl was all over my face, I knew that already, and I also fell rather stupid talking to a back and forth pacing person.
-I said I wasn't - he pointedly clarified when he came out the room, and stopped in front of me, this time fixing the collar of his black leather jacket - ... why are you mad anyways? - he questioned looking at me, like he had no clue. Which would be so sad if he really hadn't.
-I am not mad...- I started with a seemingly high pitch and then stopped, breathed out through my nose, and resumed -... is just, you are irritated about something, which I don't think you have any reason to and- and no he didn't; he interrupted me.
-And you “deduce” all this by my voice tone?- he skeptically retorted at me, and at that point I was positively scowling, glaring, and what more.
-Yes, but you know what, then again no, not really, there is something else that was a quick giveaway - I irritatedly pointed out, stepping up from my leaning position, and getting my face closer to his
-Oh really? And what's that?- he quickly fired-back.
-The fact that you are going to Uruha!- I snappily replied, glaring at him, who was incredulously looking at me like I was some crazy woman; which, if I could have looked at myself, it probably wasn't far from it.
-What's wrong with going to Uruha?!? Do you hear yourself?- he began inquiring, getting his face closer to mine
-Nothing! I am just saying that it is always like that! Whenever you get mad, or we have a fight, or something that just doesn't pleases you, you just get off and go to him - I hissed back at him, who was nodding at me, as if about to retort something truly smart, some great comeback, but simply turned on his hills, and headed for the door -always!- I yelled at his leaving figure, as I hear the door slam -Go! Go tell Uruha how you left because “Kai didn't want to play with me boo-whoo” - I then quickly screamed at the closed door. At that point, in any romantic soap opera, or any romantic flick, my character would have probably went after him, but hell no, I stayed in my kitchen. I have no time for freaking crybabies.
So … why am I so damn angry. You fucking idiot. And I am really talking about both of us. Him for acting like such a baby, me for caring about him acting like such a baby. Moreover, all things considered, I should feel glad he in fact goes to Uruha, instead of going to some random bar, and get shit-face drunk, right? But no, I am not, not really. I mean Uruha is my band mate, a very close friend, and all, but yet … he is much closer to Reita. This will sound stupid, actually no, it sound absolutely insane, but I think, it could be the case that, I might be ... oh god … I might be just a one-hundredth jealous of our wonderful lead guitarist. And do I have any reason not to? I mean look at the man. Even our fans would agree, he is gorgeous, and those thighs … Okay now, how idiotic is this. Uruha? Seriously? There is no way that Uruha-thighs and Reita-hands are willingly going to be feeling each other, right? … unless … Reita is going to end up in some sort of suspense moment during his game, at which fucking-Reita-hands will grab the first thing next to him, which will be darn-Uruha-thighs. Breathe, ... you are smashing the tomatoes.
And he was so angry when he left ... Meaning he is going to speed ... On a bike … god …
And now I am panicking over his safety. All this shit because I didn't wan to play with me. He really needs to grow up a little bit, and I need to either stop stressing like this, or simply avoid all of this in the first place. Grabbing my cell phone, I decide that he is still an idiot, but he still remains my own precious and beloved idiot, and that I will not be able to grate the carrots, without grating my hands in the process if I don't make sure he got to Uruha safe and sound.
To: Mr. Nice legs
Hey … Akira should be there in a bit. Could
you please text me when he gets there
BUT DON'T TELL HIM I TEXTED YOU!
Thanks
Sent. Akira better not find out about this text, unless he'll really think I am obsessed, which I am not, but how else are you going to deal with a child, but constant surveillance?
To: Leader-“sama”, he says …
Another fight? …
what this time?
My eyes blinked rather quickly and rather stupidly in utter surprise, at Uruha's text. I had never considered the chance of Reita actually discussing our fights with anyone at all. I thought he went to Uruha, to release his anger ...playing video-games.
To: Mr. Nice Legs
… how do you know? …
It never occurred to me that Reita might actually talk to him. In my head, he simply didn't care. Well they were best friends … duh. I feel so stupid right now.
To: Leader-“sama”, he says …
(
as soon as he will cross my door will be
“That Kai sometimes I ...”,
then he will sit in the living room
turning on my console.
Then, I'll sit next to him,
and it will be a whole parade of
“Kai did this, Kai said that ...”
and me nodding, never get to say anything
until, as always, he loses whatever he is playing
saying “today is just not my day”
… and he goes back to you (^_^).
So yeah …
Wow. Really? I know I should have felt offended for him going and simply talk out our business like that, and maybe making me say shit that I actually didn't, but somehow … I felt happy. He cared. And now I wanted to hug him, tell him that I was sorry, and that I loved him. But, he technically didn't know that I knew, so we were still in a fight
To: Leader-“sama”, he says …
that “That Kai sometimes I ...” dude
has arrived (-_-!) …
Good. That was a relief, now I could supposedly go and try and grate carrots, but then again, all I can think of right now is that idiotic jerk. So I decided that I am going to put all all the badly cut vegetable in a container in the fridge (he doesn't like vegetable anyways …), dry and put away the fruits in the fridge, and run out to go get a shit load of kit-kat and make him a freaking kit-kat cake.
To: Mr. Nice Legs
You need to keep him there
until I tell you it is okay
to let him back. I making
him a surprise
Once I got back home, I texted Uruha trying to hurry up, because it is in fact quite a long and complicated cake to do; that's how much I love you baby. So I start dashing around the kitchen like on a mission, in my own version of a video-game, trying to deafest my final monster, “time”, in order to save my princess, “perfection”. A good forty minutes had passed since I started, and now I was about to put the cake into the freezer, when the phone signaled another incoming text.
To: Leader-“sama”, he says …
Mr. “Today is not my day”
is ready to come home ...(
Before the cake would have actually frosted it would have taken at least 4 hours. I really wanted him to come home to a final product, but I cannot rationally think that Uruha could keep him there for 4 hours, now could I? I was about to beg him to find a way to distract him … he could have used his thighs even! … but I resolved against that, and texted Uruha telling him he could release his prisoner.
Twenty minutes later, I could here the front door open, and I was about to go run to him, but I refrained. Let's see what his got to say first. All I had to do was wait for the cake to frost. So I was nonchalantly leaning on a sparkling counter, for I had cleaned and washed everything; the kitchen is the only place you won't find mess caused by me. I hear his steps coming closer, and my heartbeat starts pacing, because I am not sure how long I am going to be bale to keep the uninterested scowl, when all I want to do is jump on him. He appears at the door, and just leans at it's edge, folding his own arms on his chest, and his head revolved towards the living-room. So you are not stepping in my territory I see.
-So … was it fun? - I absently ask, nonchalantly turning some pages of my recipe book
-Yeah, tons, I actually made some good progress … today must have been my day - he then pointed out, looking towards me, with a smirk on his face. Liar.
-Oh really? … - I ask sounding completely uninterested - ...good- I then add, closing the book, looking up at him
-Good - he then replies
-Fine … - I then quickly utter
-... Fine - he as quickly retort, continuing his mimicking of all I say, which is making me want to pout in displease. But I don't, as we just stay, silently looking at each other, for I don't know how long, but all that turmoil suddenly makes me think that he is the sexiest thing I have seen in a while, and I don't know what he is thinking, but it most have been something along the same lines, because he then resumed talking in a very seductive tone.
-May I come in? … - he inquires in his oh so sexy baritone voice, as I begin to think at all the way I could possibly intend the words come in.
-Mmmm, well … let me see ...- I almost purr, gracefully getting off from behind the counter, and slowly walking in front of it, calmly leaning on it once more, lustily gazing at him -I don't know … what are you willing to do to “come into” my kingdom?- I inquire, as I watch him delightfully smirk
-I will admit that I was a jerk, that I am sorry, and that you were right - he state, keeping his gaze fixed on a region of my body below my belt - … really sorry- he then precised, glimpsing at me.
-Sounds good to me ...- I calmly reply, smiling at him, I am so horny at this point, that I would have let him come in with anything he had said; but he doesn't need to know that. -well? ... Not coming to take a look in the cookie-jar? - I then suggest, biting my lower lip in anticipation, and before I know it, he is in front of me, grabbing me, and placing me on the counter, with arms readily around his neck.
-I am really sorry baby - he kept apologizing in-between kisses
-Me too, I guess I could have come and take a peek after-all- I try to reply, as he nibbles my lower lip, after which he plainly make out, our mouth hungrily devouring each other, while our tongue are fervently trying to keep up the fight we have simply decided to pass on, as always, because that is what we do. We try to give each other personal time, and it lasts for a little bit before one of us feels the need of the other; we just can't stay away from each other.
-So ...- he then interjects, once we decided that human beings can't live only on kisses, but also need air - … what's up for dinner?- he then inquires, pecking my nose, as I mentally slap my forehead. I was in such a pressure wanting to do that kit-kat cake, that I completely forgot dinner.
-Well ...- I hesitantly as I have an idea -how about, in some hours, a kit-kat cake, and now … me?- I finally suggested, with the must mischievous of smirks.
-Mmmm, I see you got all my favorite “foods”... - he hissed, newly taking possession of my lips, as he carried me off the counter, and I latched my legs behind his waist -... mind if we take this to my kingdom - he then whispered, already directing himself out of the kitchen and inside and towards the living room.
-Want to teach “your people” how to “make love, not war?” - I then smirk, as you gently lean me on the couch, and you simply chuckle and lean into my ear, and whisper
-By the time I finished with you, the whole apartment complex, might have heard you, and called for reinforcements -
… Don't you just love make-up sex?