RP Log: Mauri Bunta & Kirihara Akaya
Rating: PG
When: evening, a couple of days ago.
Where: The Cruise Ship
Summary: Akaya + Marui + Booze = Nothing but trouble and Titanic references.
It was probably a miracle ordained by Yukimura himself that Marui and Kirihara managed to make it across the small expanse of ocean that sat between the island and cruise ship that had run aground what felt like ages ago. Kirihara had suggested an adventure, enticing his senpai to tag along with the prospect of perhaps finding forgotten candy aboard the ship.
They had to house all those little chocolates they put on your pillow each night somewhere, or at least that was Kirihara’s theory.
The ship was creepy, just like the acting captain figured it would be. The past few storms that had passed through had done a number on the ship, not that it was in the best shape to begin with. “Oi! Senpai! Have you found anything yet?” The boys had made their way down a sideways hallway back towards some of the state rooms and were currently combing through boxes that had been left behind. Finishing the box he had been working on Kirihara let out a heavy sigh.
This was lame, they hadn’t found a single box of anything cool yet. Stepping over a pile of pillows and sheets Kirihara pulled open a closet door, eyes going a little wide when they fell over bottle upon bottle of what looked like something good. “SENPAI!!” Damn, he was good. Finding treasure was just another thing Kirihara would now add to his list of things he was better at then most people.
Marui was busy digging through various water-damaged boxes when he heard Akaya’s scream down the hall. Thinking his kouhai had gotten into some idiotic situation, he raced down the pathway to save Rikkai’s baby from harm only to halt when he saw Kirihara was perfectly fine and pointing at something in shock. Practically running into Kirihara from sheer momentum, Marui’s mouth dropped open when he realized what ‘treasure’ his friend had found.
“.....How did no one find this already?!”
“Uh, because they aren’t as cool as me.” Was Kirihara’s simple minded reply. Yeah, he was feeling pretty damn proud of himself. This was better then candy, way better. There had to be at least five cases worth of booze and knowing Atobe this was probably some pretty swanky shit. The young demon reached out to take a bottle, squinting at the label. “Bacardi...” He read out loud, syllables falling strangely out of his mouth in his Japanese accent.
Marui pushed back Kirihara as he tried to read the labels. “Who the fuck cares what it is as long as it’s good?” He quipped. Now was not the time to try and put Kirihara’s limited academics to the test. Passing a couple of bottles to his kouhai, Marui took a couple more into his arms and moved out of the closet. “Wanna go try it on the deck?”
“Hey! I was reading that!” Or at least trying to. With a frown, Kirihara looked down at the pile of blankets down at his feet and then gave a quick nod to Marui’s next question forgetting all together that he’d just been busy making a fuss about having the alcohol snatched from his hand. “Lets do it.” He nodded, grabbing one of the ships comforters and spreading it out before throwing a couple of cases on top of it. “Grab the other end of the blanket, senpai.” The demon was already fisting his hands over the corners of the blanket, getting ready to lift.
Drinks and a comfortable place to lounge back and watch the world go by with one of your best friends, this night was just getting better and better.
Lifting the other side of the blanket, Marui helped Akaya carry their precious treasure back up to the top deck. As he surveyed the ruined boat, he decided somewhere along the front of the boat would be nice to sit. Leading Akaya towards the very front, he set down his end of the comforter with a triumphant sigh. “We are such bad asses.”
“Totally.” Kirihara would have been glad to sit there the rest of the night and congratulate himself on his bad-assery for finding booze. The younger of the two pushed the cases they’d brought up aside and then made himself comfortable on the plush comforter. “This stuff is probably extra good cus it’s been aged.” Green eyes scanned the label of a bottle he’d grabbed from near by, sounding out words. “Rum.” He grinned stupidly. Che, and his English tutor told him he was hopeless. If she could see him now!
“For once, the rum is not always gone.” Marui quipped. Captain Jack would be soooo jealous right now. As much as he loved Pirates of the Caribbean, Captain Morgan seemed way cooler at the moment. Yanking the bottle out of Akaya’s hands, he opened it and took a swig before passing it back. “This is why you should hang out with me more often.”
Kirihara took a long swig off the bottle Marui handed him and let out a hollow sounding cough when he finally swallowed down the liquid. Rum itself was a lot stronger then those chocolate rum balls he’d swipe off his father’s desk but still just as good.
“Che, yeah I forgot what a bad-ass you are senpai.” Kirihara laughed and took another sip off the bottle -- a modest one this time so that he wouldn’t look like a choking idiot.
Marui watched as Kirihara started to chug the rum, cracking up as he coughed. What an idiot. “Baka,” he teased, reaching out and ruffling dark curls. At least he learned quick. “I’ve always been a bad ass,” he replied with a raised eyebrow as he took back the bottle. “You’re just too busy being in lurrrrve to have time for it.”
“I am not!” Kirihara was quick to protest, batting at the hand that reached over to give him a playful noggie. Secretly, he’d kind of missed them, but like hell he’d let Marui know that because he’d probably rub his head raw if he knew.
“Whatever,” Marui said, giving him a look. “Everything is always ‘Wakashi this, Wakashi that, oh he’s mad at me again, Mom’s mad at me because of nationals’ blah blah blah.” Not that he could really blame Akaya. Once the twerp got into something, he really got into it.
“It is not!” Kirihara pouted, a small flush covering the height of his cheeks. If Jackal were here he’d totally be coming to his defense right now! Especially about nationals. Marui knew how sensitive Kirihara was about that, especially with all the hell Sanada and Yukimura had but him through because of that painful loss.
“I talk about other stuff to, you just don’t care unless you can eat it.” Kirihara frowned, taking another sip of rum, already feeling the weird buzzing feeling behind his forehead.
It was a known fact amongst Rikkai’s tennis team (save for Sanada who probably would have beat him to a bloody pulp for drinking underage) that their lovable ace was very much a light weight.
Marui gave Kirihara a curious look. “Like what?” He teased, reaching over to wrap an arm around his shoulder and tug him close. “How you didn’t do it for forever?”
Knowing that an outburst was about to occur, he took the bottle from his kouhai’s hands in preparation. “You know I love youu.”
The outraged "Oi!!" was already falling from Kirihara's lips before it fizzled out into a small disgruntled pout -- one Marui was probably used to receiving from the resident devil child. "You sure as hell don't act like it." He crossed his arms in protest but leaned into Marui with a soft hiccup anyway.
“The harder I am on you, the more I love you,” Marui said. He tugged at one of the many crazy curls before taking another sip out of the bottle. Hearing the hiccup, he peered at Kirihara curiously. “Are you already drunk?”
"No!" Kirihara reached over and took the bottle from Marui taking another swig off the bottle. Rum was delicious. "And I'm not drunk." He complained, but leaned even more of his weight on Marui regardless, forgetting that he’d already answered the question of if he was or wasn't two sheets to the wind.
"And the harder you are on me..." The mophead lost his train of though. "Haha, you're hard on me Senpai." Kirihara's inebriated mind was already in the gutter.
Marui started cracking up. As bad as the pun was, it was kind of funny. He took a long swig, savoring the burn like he was sure Captain Jack did. Too bad he didn’t have a wench on each arm. That kind of blew; instead he just had...Kirihara. Who was taken. So. Lame.
“Naaaah,” he countered. “If we’re going based on previous experiences, you were hard on me.”
“No way, senpai!” Green eyes followed the bottle that Marui rose to his lips, vision looking a little more clouded and vacant then usual. “You made me do all that stuff.” That damn love boot camp, it was going to haunt him for the rest of his life. “You wanted me to be hard on you because you were already hard on me in the first place.” He paused, mulling over his words for a moment before swiping Marui’s bottle and taking another drink deciding that sure...whatever he just said made perfect sense.
“Or neither of us are hard on each other,” Marui observed. After all, Kirihara seemed to be off doing Hiyoshi all the time now. “We’re cool like this though.” Glancing over at Kirihara, Marui noted the slightly glazed look and realized he was already drunk. “Maybe...you’re done with the alcohol.”
“I’m fine!” Kirihara hiccuped again. “Look, I can still touch my nose and everything.” The younger boy held his finger up, concentrating hard on it as he brought it forward, eyes going crossed until he touched his own nose. “Ha! SEE! I’m fine!” He was still comfortably nestled against the crook of Marui’s arm when he reached over for a new bottle of rum.
Marui laughed, feeling a little fuzzy and ten times warmer. “I bet you can’t even walk in a straight line,” he challenged. The tensai stole the bottle out of Kirihara’s hands so he could stand up. “Up you go,” he commanded, nudging the team baby in the back.
Kirihara groaned at the small shove but knew from past experiences that it was better to just get up and do what Marui was telling him or suffer the consequences later. Besides, he could totally do this and he was gonna prove it! “Bet I can walk straighter then you.” He wobbled a little, standing on the already crooked deck of the elaborate cruise ship.
Arms stuck out like awkward chicken wings as he started to walk forward, trying to keep his balance without much luck. The baby was drunk and all it had taken was a half bottle of rum split between the two of them to do the trick.
The redhead rolled onto his side with laughter. Akaya looked like he was going to fall over at any second as he wobbled about like one of Yanagi’s quails. Deciding he would help, Marui managed to pull himself up and suddenly...it all rushed through him.
“Whoa,” He exclaimed as he lumbered over to Kirihara. “This is crazyyy.”
"See, ain't so easy." Kirihara mouthed off, dipping as he took another step up towards the bow of the boat. One conversed covered shoe went in front of the other as he awkwardly tottered along humming an Ayumi Hamasaki song to himself until he reached the railing of the boat.
"WHOA!! Senpai! Look!!" Kirihara stared down the bow of the boat, eyes wide at how high they were from the water.
“What?!?!?!” Marui practically went scrambling after Kirihara. Maybe Akaya had discovered in the ocean like...more gum or Jackal or the kracken or Jackal. Peering over the railing like his kouhai was, Marui looked down at the very, very dark waves and saw nothing. Well that was lame, but that would be a long ass drop...
“It’s fucking high up here.”
“You’d die if you fell over.” Kirihara looked over at Marui dead serious as if he were concerned that it might actually happen. He gripped the railing a little tighter, knuckles going white as he leaned over to get a better look. “It’s like Titanic...Jack was right.” Kirihara remembered the line from when the heroin was threatening to kill herself on the back of the boat.
Damn, girls were so fucking dramatic.
“....You’ve seen Titanic?!” Marui asked, busting out laughing. Griping the railing so he didn’t fall down, he continued chuckling as he looked at his kouhai. “When the fuck did you see that movie?” Maybe Kirihara was a secret chick-flick watcher. Blackmail material was always the best.
Kirihara immediately frowned at the laughter. “EVERYONE HAS SEEN TITANIC!!!” He accused. His sister had been the reason he’d suffered through the movie. She had a thing for that American guy, Leonardo Devinchi or whatever his name was. “Don’t act like you haven’t!” Kirihara had morphed into a little ball of anger at the accusation.
Marui shrugged. “I have but it was on a date, so I didn’t watch it all by myself like you probably did.” Teasing Kirihara was just wayyyyy too easy. Bumping his friend’s shoulder, Marui stared out at the island. It looked so tiny from here. “Totally different.”
“I DIDN’T WATCH IT ALONE!” He wasn’t about to shout out that he’d watched it crammed between his mother and sister who were both sniffling messes by the time the film was over. He may or may not have been a little weepy himself, but that was something that he would take to the grave.
The little demon found himself hiccuping again, the mix of the alcohol and the shouting and being up so high was getting the best of him as the rum soaked into his brain.
Ow, Akaya yelling right in his ear hurt. A lot. “For fuck’s sake Akaya, don’t yell like that. My eardrums will be ringing for dayssssss.” Or five minutes, one of the two. Leaning into the railing, he peered over the side of the railing when he had another thought. “Heyyy Akaya, I dare you to do the Titantic pose.”
Kirihara gave Marui a look. He hadn’t been that loud.
“Che, sure, you be Rose.” Kirihara usually walked right into all of Marui’s little traps but this one he actually caught on to. Arms crossed over his chest as he swayed on the desk because his balance wasn’t exactly the best at the moment.
“Nah, I’m too awesome to be Rose,” Marui counted. “You be Rose.” Kirihara had used to be...smaller anyways. Never mind that he was the redhead. “Don’t you wanna pretend to be rich?”
“Then what the hell are you trying to say about me?” Kirihara gave his senpai a harsh glare. “I’m Jack! You be Rose!” He pointed to the bow of the boat. If Marui thought he was gonna get up there and spread his arms with the tensai behind him he was gonna have to break open another bottle, because he wasn’t that drunk yet.
“Technically....buchou should be Jack,” Marui mused, turning around and leaning his back against the railing. “He’s good at art and shit, which means fukubuchou would have to be...” He couldn’t even finish the thought as he started snickering. Picturing Sanada in a frilly dress was enough to make anyone crack up.
Kirihara burst out into his own drunken laughter at the very image of Sanada in a red wig and vintage dress. “Oh my god...” He gripped onto his sides, laughter still spilling from his lips. “Can’t you see it--?” He gasped, trying to right himself, and take on a serious expression as he deepened his voice to mimic their strict vice captain. “Seiichi...I want you to draw me like one of your French girls. Wearing my hat, and only my hat--pfft!” Another round of laughter erupted from the bow of the boat and like Marui, Kirihara found himself gripping on to the railing just to keep from falling down.
It hurt so bad, Marui thought as he completely plopped down on the deck and rolled with laughter. Clutching his stomach, he looked up at his kouhai and started all over again. They would be dead if Sanada ever heard about this, but the redhead had a feeling they would keep this particular joke between themselves.
“I would so pay to see that.”
“Maybe we should share our rum...” Kirihara was bubbling with drunken laughter but fell silent at the thought, a stupid grin spreading across his face before he started laughing all over again dropping to rest against Marui. “Oi, senpai, you still have to be Rose.” Long legs spread out in front of him and he took brief interest in pushing his toes up against the canvas of his red converse sneakers before he looked over at Marui again.
“We can never share the rum,” Marui practically screamed. He sat up abruptly, dizzy from the inertia. “Rum is for us. Only us.”
As he stared up at Kirihara, the redheaded tensai scrunched up his nose. “I will never be fucking Rose. You’re totally more her.”
“Only us. Got it, Senpai.” Kirihara was quick to nod, feeling woozy from the action because of the drinking he’d done. He was glad that he and Marui were on the same page as far as that was concerned, even if it would have been funny to watch Fukubuchou make an idiot out of himself.
Kirihara kind of wondered if someone as huge as Sanada could really even get drunk, but he wasn’t about to use his own stash to test any theories out.
“Che, you wish you were fucking Rose...She was hot.” Kirihara bit into his lower lip with a stupid boyish smile at the thought of the scene when she wasn’t wearing a shirt. It had been the first time he’d seen boobs in a movie. “Come on, you do the pose, I’ll give you some of Mom’s cookies when they come.”
Marui’s ears perked up at ‘cookies’, but he decided to respond to Kirihara’s first statement. “So you think I’m hot?” He quirked an eyebrow up as he looked up at one of his best friends. “Nice try, but it’s not gonna workkkk.”
He pulled himself up onto his feet and leaned against the railing. “Pretty sure Jack was older than Rose, and since you’re the baby, you be Rose.” The genius paused for a moment. “And I could always tell Hiyoshi what you reallyyy think about me.”
“I DON’T THINK YOUR HOT!” Kirihara protested right off the bat, especially with the threat of Marui riling up Hiyoshi. It wasn’t like he was gonna cheat or anything stupid like that, but Hiyoshi did have a tendency to get jealous really easily -- not that he didn’t share in that fault. Kirihara weighed his options for a while, a small hiccup falling from his lips before he rolled over and took a swig of rum before he came over to the railing.
“If you tell ANYONE I’ll kill you.” He held his arms out like Rose had.
Game, set, and match.
Marui smirked as he stood up behind Akaya and wrapped his arms around his waist. His kouhai was so warm. “You have to say the line too...” He trailed off, burying his head in Kirihara’s back as he shook with laughter. “Otherwise, I’ll tell everyoneeee.”
"Yer lucky I'm drunk..." Kirihara slurred not minding how warm Marui felt pressed up against him, especially with the ocean breeze tearing at them. "And you better not!" The devil wouldnt have put it past Marui to hold true to his threat. He’d had no qualms about making good on embarassing Kirihara in the past. Shaking his head at the bad memory he racked his brain for a moment, trying to remember the lines that Rose had said. He cleared his throat when it came to him and rose his voice a few octives to immitate the movie actress. "Jack! I'm flying!" His English was awful but understandable despite his thick Japanese accent.
Chuckling against his back, Marui tried to hold them both steady. It was quite difficult when one was laughing so hard they could just fall down. “You make...such a good....Rose,” the redhead finally managed to get out as the wind blasted past them. He had to admit, it was kinda cool that it felt like they were flying....he’d never admit that out loud though. “Not hot enough, but good.”
“Che whatever. I’m totally hot!!” Kirihara was still hiccuping and he couldn’t help but lean back against the warmth of Marui’s body. The durnk part of him (a very large part at that point) was thankful for the body to support his own and he had no problem using Marui while they stood perched on the bow of the wrecked boat.
“Yeah, yeah, sure. Keep telling yourself that.” Marui reached up and patted Kirihara on the shoulder. “At least you found someone who agrees with you.” Kirihara was kind of adorable when he was in luuuurve; Marui could not deny that. Though it was kind of annoying when he forgot all about his BEST FRIEND.
Kirihara narrowed his eyes at the dig about someone agreeing that he was hot. “Yeah, you.” Another hiccup fell past his lips as he swayed into the railing.
“Whoa...” Marui exclaimed, wrapping his arms around Kirihara and pulling him back. That was almost real bad, and that kind of accident....the redhead knew he would be dead once Yukimura and Sanada found out. “And I was talking about your boyfriend idiot.”
“Riiight. It’s okay Senpai, you can think I’m hot.” Kirihara didn’t even realize his close brush with possible death and he hardly registered arms around him as means to save him. He swayed this time back into his senpai head bowing to rest against his shoulder as he felt the weight of sleepiness wash over him. “Mmnm, never let go Jack.” He murmured letting all of his weight rest against Marui.
Half-tempted to drop Kirihara, Marui decided to be a good senpai instead and tugged him away from the railing. Once they were back to the comforter, he gently put Kirihara down and plopped down next to him. “Never in a million years twerp,” he quipped, flicking his forehead. “And don’t tell me that cause he dies after she says that.”
Kirihara let out a long yawn, his head was already starting to spin as after-effects of the drinking, the flick didn’t help any. “Oww.” He groaned and reached up to rub at the sore spot before curling against his senpai again, head tucking neatly in the crook of his arm on a pillow of tangled curls. “If he would have just got on top of the board with her he wouldn’t have...Che, stupid...” A long sigh escaped his lips as he made himself comfortable.
“He was,” Marui agreed with a lazy yawn. Curling into Kirihara as well, he slipped his eyes shut as the boat rocked back and forth over and over again. “We would never be that dumb.”
“No way, I’d push her off.” Kirihara missed the whole romantic aspect of self sacrifice and deep love that that moment was all about in the movie. The rolling lull of the boat made his body feel even heavier then it already did and it wasn’t long before he’d maneuvered in his sleep to sprawl across his best friend, drool already forming a wet pool on Marui’s shirt.
Gross.
After moving Kirihara’s drooly face, Marui rolled on his side with a soft sigh and slipped his eyes shut once more. Tonight had most definitely been a good night.
When: evening, a couple of days ago.
Where: The Cruise Ship
Summary: Akaya + Marui + Booze = Nothing but trouble and Titanic references.
It was probably a miracle ordained by Yukimura himself that Marui and Kirihara managed to make it across the small expanse of ocean that sat between the island and cruise ship that had run aground what felt like ages ago. Kirihara had suggested an adventure, enticing his senpai to tag along with the prospect of perhaps finding forgotten candy aboard the ship.
They had to house all those little chocolates they put on your pillow each night somewhere, or at least that was Kirihara’s theory.
The ship was creepy, just like the acting captain figured it would be. The past few storms that had passed through had done a number on the ship, not that it was in the best shape to begin with. “Oi! Senpai! Have you found anything yet?” The boys had made their way down a sideways hallway back towards some of the state rooms and were currently combing through boxes that had been left behind. Finishing the box he had been working on Kirihara let out a heavy sigh.
This was lame, they hadn’t found a single box of anything cool yet. Stepping over a pile of pillows and sheets Kirihara pulled open a closet door, eyes going a little wide when they fell over bottle upon bottle of what looked like something good. “SENPAI!!” Damn, he was good. Finding treasure was just another thing Kirihara would now add to his list of things he was better at then most people.
Marui was busy digging through various water-damaged boxes when he heard Akaya’s scream down the hall. Thinking his kouhai had gotten into some idiotic situation, he raced down the pathway to save Rikkai’s baby from harm only to halt when he saw Kirihara was perfectly fine and pointing at something in shock. Practically running into Kirihara from sheer momentum, Marui’s mouth dropped open when he realized what ‘treasure’ his friend had found.
“.....How did no one find this already?!”
“Uh, because they aren’t as cool as me.” Was Kirihara’s simple minded reply. Yeah, he was feeling pretty damn proud of himself. This was better then candy, way better. There had to be at least five cases worth of booze and knowing Atobe this was probably some pretty swanky shit. The young demon reached out to take a bottle, squinting at the label. “Bacardi...” He read out loud, syllables falling strangely out of his mouth in his Japanese accent.
Marui pushed back Kirihara as he tried to read the labels. “Who the fuck cares what it is as long as it’s good?” He quipped. Now was not the time to try and put Kirihara’s limited academics to the test. Passing a couple of bottles to his kouhai, Marui took a couple more into his arms and moved out of the closet. “Wanna go try it on the deck?”
“Hey! I was reading that!” Or at least trying to. With a frown, Kirihara looked down at the pile of blankets down at his feet and then gave a quick nod to Marui’s next question forgetting all together that he’d just been busy making a fuss about having the alcohol snatched from his hand. “Lets do it.” He nodded, grabbing one of the ships comforters and spreading it out before throwing a couple of cases on top of it. “Grab the other end of the blanket, senpai.” The demon was already fisting his hands over the corners of the blanket, getting ready to lift.
Drinks and a comfortable place to lounge back and watch the world go by with one of your best friends, this night was just getting better and better.
Lifting the other side of the blanket, Marui helped Akaya carry their precious treasure back up to the top deck. As he surveyed the ruined boat, he decided somewhere along the front of the boat would be nice to sit. Leading Akaya towards the very front, he set down his end of the comforter with a triumphant sigh. “We are such bad asses.”
“Totally.” Kirihara would have been glad to sit there the rest of the night and congratulate himself on his bad-assery for finding booze. The younger of the two pushed the cases they’d brought up aside and then made himself comfortable on the plush comforter. “This stuff is probably extra good cus it’s been aged.” Green eyes scanned the label of a bottle he’d grabbed from near by, sounding out words. “Rum.” He grinned stupidly. Che, and his English tutor told him he was hopeless. If she could see him now!
“For once, the rum is not always gone.” Marui quipped. Captain Jack would be soooo jealous right now. As much as he loved Pirates of the Caribbean, Captain Morgan seemed way cooler at the moment. Yanking the bottle out of Akaya’s hands, he opened it and took a swig before passing it back. “This is why you should hang out with me more often.”
Kirihara took a long swig off the bottle Marui handed him and let out a hollow sounding cough when he finally swallowed down the liquid. Rum itself was a lot stronger then those chocolate rum balls he’d swipe off his father’s desk but still just as good.
“Che, yeah I forgot what a bad-ass you are senpai.” Kirihara laughed and took another sip off the bottle -- a modest one this time so that he wouldn’t look like a choking idiot.
Marui watched as Kirihara started to chug the rum, cracking up as he coughed. What an idiot. “Baka,” he teased, reaching out and ruffling dark curls. At least he learned quick. “I’ve always been a bad ass,” he replied with a raised eyebrow as he took back the bottle. “You’re just too busy being in lurrrrve to have time for it.”
“I am not!” Kirihara was quick to protest, batting at the hand that reached over to give him a playful noggie. Secretly, he’d kind of missed them, but like hell he’d let Marui know that because he’d probably rub his head raw if he knew.
“Whatever,” Marui said, giving him a look. “Everything is always ‘Wakashi this, Wakashi that, oh he’s mad at me again, Mom’s mad at me because of nationals’ blah blah blah.” Not that he could really blame Akaya. Once the twerp got into something, he really got into it.
“It is not!” Kirihara pouted, a small flush covering the height of his cheeks. If Jackal were here he’d totally be coming to his defense right now! Especially about nationals. Marui knew how sensitive Kirihara was about that, especially with all the hell Sanada and Yukimura had but him through because of that painful loss.
“I talk about other stuff to, you just don’t care unless you can eat it.” Kirihara frowned, taking another sip of rum, already feeling the weird buzzing feeling behind his forehead.
It was a known fact amongst Rikkai’s tennis team (save for Sanada who probably would have beat him to a bloody pulp for drinking underage) that their lovable ace was very much a light weight.
Marui gave Kirihara a curious look. “Like what?” He teased, reaching over to wrap an arm around his shoulder and tug him close. “How you didn’t do it for forever?”
Knowing that an outburst was about to occur, he took the bottle from his kouhai’s hands in preparation. “You know I love youu.”
The outraged "Oi!!" was already falling from Kirihara's lips before it fizzled out into a small disgruntled pout -- one Marui was probably used to receiving from the resident devil child. "You sure as hell don't act like it." He crossed his arms in protest but leaned into Marui with a soft hiccup anyway.
“The harder I am on you, the more I love you,” Marui said. He tugged at one of the many crazy curls before taking another sip out of the bottle. Hearing the hiccup, he peered at Kirihara curiously. “Are you already drunk?”
"No!" Kirihara reached over and took the bottle from Marui taking another swig off the bottle. Rum was delicious. "And I'm not drunk." He complained, but leaned even more of his weight on Marui regardless, forgetting that he’d already answered the question of if he was or wasn't two sheets to the wind.
"And the harder you are on me..." The mophead lost his train of though. "Haha, you're hard on me Senpai." Kirihara's inebriated mind was already in the gutter.
Marui started cracking up. As bad as the pun was, it was kind of funny. He took a long swig, savoring the burn like he was sure Captain Jack did. Too bad he didn’t have a wench on each arm. That kind of blew; instead he just had...Kirihara. Who was taken. So. Lame.
“Naaaah,” he countered. “If we’re going based on previous experiences, you were hard on me.”
“No way, senpai!” Green eyes followed the bottle that Marui rose to his lips, vision looking a little more clouded and vacant then usual. “You made me do all that stuff.” That damn love boot camp, it was going to haunt him for the rest of his life. “You wanted me to be hard on you because you were already hard on me in the first place.” He paused, mulling over his words for a moment before swiping Marui’s bottle and taking another drink deciding that sure...whatever he just said made perfect sense.
“Or neither of us are hard on each other,” Marui observed. After all, Kirihara seemed to be off doing Hiyoshi all the time now. “We’re cool like this though.” Glancing over at Kirihara, Marui noted the slightly glazed look and realized he was already drunk. “Maybe...you’re done with the alcohol.”
“I’m fine!” Kirihara hiccuped again. “Look, I can still touch my nose and everything.” The younger boy held his finger up, concentrating hard on it as he brought it forward, eyes going crossed until he touched his own nose. “Ha! SEE! I’m fine!” He was still comfortably nestled against the crook of Marui’s arm when he reached over for a new bottle of rum.
Marui laughed, feeling a little fuzzy and ten times warmer. “I bet you can’t even walk in a straight line,” he challenged. The tensai stole the bottle out of Kirihara’s hands so he could stand up. “Up you go,” he commanded, nudging the team baby in the back.
Kirihara groaned at the small shove but knew from past experiences that it was better to just get up and do what Marui was telling him or suffer the consequences later. Besides, he could totally do this and he was gonna prove it! “Bet I can walk straighter then you.” He wobbled a little, standing on the already crooked deck of the elaborate cruise ship.
Arms stuck out like awkward chicken wings as he started to walk forward, trying to keep his balance without much luck. The baby was drunk and all it had taken was a half bottle of rum split between the two of them to do the trick.
The redhead rolled onto his side with laughter. Akaya looked like he was going to fall over at any second as he wobbled about like one of Yanagi’s quails. Deciding he would help, Marui managed to pull himself up and suddenly...it all rushed through him.
“Whoa,” He exclaimed as he lumbered over to Kirihara. “This is crazyyy.”
"See, ain't so easy." Kirihara mouthed off, dipping as he took another step up towards the bow of the boat. One conversed covered shoe went in front of the other as he awkwardly tottered along humming an Ayumi Hamasaki song to himself until he reached the railing of the boat.
"WHOA!! Senpai! Look!!" Kirihara stared down the bow of the boat, eyes wide at how high they were from the water.
“What?!?!?!” Marui practically went scrambling after Kirihara. Maybe Akaya had discovered in the ocean like...more gum or Jackal or the kracken or Jackal. Peering over the railing like his kouhai was, Marui looked down at the very, very dark waves and saw nothing. Well that was lame, but that would be a long ass drop...
“It’s fucking high up here.”
“You’d die if you fell over.” Kirihara looked over at Marui dead serious as if he were concerned that it might actually happen. He gripped the railing a little tighter, knuckles going white as he leaned over to get a better look. “It’s like Titanic...Jack was right.” Kirihara remembered the line from when the heroin was threatening to kill herself on the back of the boat.
Damn, girls were so fucking dramatic.
“....You’ve seen Titanic?!” Marui asked, busting out laughing. Griping the railing so he didn’t fall down, he continued chuckling as he looked at his kouhai. “When the fuck did you see that movie?” Maybe Kirihara was a secret chick-flick watcher. Blackmail material was always the best.
Kirihara immediately frowned at the laughter. “EVERYONE HAS SEEN TITANIC!!!” He accused. His sister had been the reason he’d suffered through the movie. She had a thing for that American guy, Leonardo Devinchi or whatever his name was. “Don’t act like you haven’t!” Kirihara had morphed into a little ball of anger at the accusation.
Marui shrugged. “I have but it was on a date, so I didn’t watch it all by myself like you probably did.” Teasing Kirihara was just wayyyyy too easy. Bumping his friend’s shoulder, Marui stared out at the island. It looked so tiny from here. “Totally different.”
“I DIDN’T WATCH IT ALONE!” He wasn’t about to shout out that he’d watched it crammed between his mother and sister who were both sniffling messes by the time the film was over. He may or may not have been a little weepy himself, but that was something that he would take to the grave.
The little demon found himself hiccuping again, the mix of the alcohol and the shouting and being up so high was getting the best of him as the rum soaked into his brain.
Ow, Akaya yelling right in his ear hurt. A lot. “For fuck’s sake Akaya, don’t yell like that. My eardrums will be ringing for dayssssss.” Or five minutes, one of the two. Leaning into the railing, he peered over the side of the railing when he had another thought. “Heyyy Akaya, I dare you to do the Titantic pose.”
Kirihara gave Marui a look. He hadn’t been that loud.
“Che, sure, you be Rose.” Kirihara usually walked right into all of Marui’s little traps but this one he actually caught on to. Arms crossed over his chest as he swayed on the desk because his balance wasn’t exactly the best at the moment.
“Nah, I’m too awesome to be Rose,” Marui counted. “You be Rose.” Kirihara had used to be...smaller anyways. Never mind that he was the redhead. “Don’t you wanna pretend to be rich?”
“Then what the hell are you trying to say about me?” Kirihara gave his senpai a harsh glare. “I’m Jack! You be Rose!” He pointed to the bow of the boat. If Marui thought he was gonna get up there and spread his arms with the tensai behind him he was gonna have to break open another bottle, because he wasn’t that drunk yet.
“Technically....buchou should be Jack,” Marui mused, turning around and leaning his back against the railing. “He’s good at art and shit, which means fukubuchou would have to be...” He couldn’t even finish the thought as he started snickering. Picturing Sanada in a frilly dress was enough to make anyone crack up.
Kirihara burst out into his own drunken laughter at the very image of Sanada in a red wig and vintage dress. “Oh my god...” He gripped onto his sides, laughter still spilling from his lips. “Can’t you see it--?” He gasped, trying to right himself, and take on a serious expression as he deepened his voice to mimic their strict vice captain. “Seiichi...I want you to draw me like one of your French girls. Wearing my hat, and only my hat--pfft!” Another round of laughter erupted from the bow of the boat and like Marui, Kirihara found himself gripping on to the railing just to keep from falling down.
It hurt so bad, Marui thought as he completely plopped down on the deck and rolled with laughter. Clutching his stomach, he looked up at his kouhai and started all over again. They would be dead if Sanada ever heard about this, but the redhead had a feeling they would keep this particular joke between themselves.
“I would so pay to see that.”
“Maybe we should share our rum...” Kirihara was bubbling with drunken laughter but fell silent at the thought, a stupid grin spreading across his face before he started laughing all over again dropping to rest against Marui. “Oi, senpai, you still have to be Rose.” Long legs spread out in front of him and he took brief interest in pushing his toes up against the canvas of his red converse sneakers before he looked over at Marui again.
“We can never share the rum,” Marui practically screamed. He sat up abruptly, dizzy from the inertia. “Rum is for us. Only us.”
As he stared up at Kirihara, the redheaded tensai scrunched up his nose. “I will never be fucking Rose. You’re totally more her.”
“Only us. Got it, Senpai.” Kirihara was quick to nod, feeling woozy from the action because of the drinking he’d done. He was glad that he and Marui were on the same page as far as that was concerned, even if it would have been funny to watch Fukubuchou make an idiot out of himself.
Kirihara kind of wondered if someone as huge as Sanada could really even get drunk, but he wasn’t about to use his own stash to test any theories out.
“Che, you wish you were fucking Rose...She was hot.” Kirihara bit into his lower lip with a stupid boyish smile at the thought of the scene when she wasn’t wearing a shirt. It had been the first time he’d seen boobs in a movie. “Come on, you do the pose, I’ll give you some of Mom’s cookies when they come.”
Marui’s ears perked up at ‘cookies’, but he decided to respond to Kirihara’s first statement. “So you think I’m hot?” He quirked an eyebrow up as he looked up at one of his best friends. “Nice try, but it’s not gonna workkkk.”
He pulled himself up onto his feet and leaned against the railing. “Pretty sure Jack was older than Rose, and since you’re the baby, you be Rose.” The genius paused for a moment. “And I could always tell Hiyoshi what you reallyyy think about me.”
“I DON’T THINK YOUR HOT!” Kirihara protested right off the bat, especially with the threat of Marui riling up Hiyoshi. It wasn’t like he was gonna cheat or anything stupid like that, but Hiyoshi did have a tendency to get jealous really easily -- not that he didn’t share in that fault. Kirihara weighed his options for a while, a small hiccup falling from his lips before he rolled over and took a swig of rum before he came over to the railing.
“If you tell ANYONE I’ll kill you.” He held his arms out like Rose had.
Game, set, and match.
Marui smirked as he stood up behind Akaya and wrapped his arms around his waist. His kouhai was so warm. “You have to say the line too...” He trailed off, burying his head in Kirihara’s back as he shook with laughter. “Otherwise, I’ll tell everyoneeee.”
"Yer lucky I'm drunk..." Kirihara slurred not minding how warm Marui felt pressed up against him, especially with the ocean breeze tearing at them. "And you better not!" The devil wouldnt have put it past Marui to hold true to his threat. He’d had no qualms about making good on embarassing Kirihara in the past. Shaking his head at the bad memory he racked his brain for a moment, trying to remember the lines that Rose had said. He cleared his throat when it came to him and rose his voice a few octives to immitate the movie actress. "Jack! I'm flying!" His English was awful but understandable despite his thick Japanese accent.
Chuckling against his back, Marui tried to hold them both steady. It was quite difficult when one was laughing so hard they could just fall down. “You make...such a good....Rose,” the redhead finally managed to get out as the wind blasted past them. He had to admit, it was kinda cool that it felt like they were flying....he’d never admit that out loud though. “Not hot enough, but good.”
“Che whatever. I’m totally hot!!” Kirihara was still hiccuping and he couldn’t help but lean back against the warmth of Marui’s body. The durnk part of him (a very large part at that point) was thankful for the body to support his own and he had no problem using Marui while they stood perched on the bow of the wrecked boat.
“Yeah, yeah, sure. Keep telling yourself that.” Marui reached up and patted Kirihara on the shoulder. “At least you found someone who agrees with you.” Kirihara was kind of adorable when he was in luuuurve; Marui could not deny that. Though it was kind of annoying when he forgot all about his BEST FRIEND.
Kirihara narrowed his eyes at the dig about someone agreeing that he was hot. “Yeah, you.” Another hiccup fell past his lips as he swayed into the railing.
“Whoa...” Marui exclaimed, wrapping his arms around Kirihara and pulling him back. That was almost real bad, and that kind of accident....the redhead knew he would be dead once Yukimura and Sanada found out. “And I was talking about your boyfriend idiot.”
“Riiight. It’s okay Senpai, you can think I’m hot.” Kirihara didn’t even realize his close brush with possible death and he hardly registered arms around him as means to save him. He swayed this time back into his senpai head bowing to rest against his shoulder as he felt the weight of sleepiness wash over him. “Mmnm, never let go Jack.” He murmured letting all of his weight rest against Marui.
Half-tempted to drop Kirihara, Marui decided to be a good senpai instead and tugged him away from the railing. Once they were back to the comforter, he gently put Kirihara down and plopped down next to him. “Never in a million years twerp,” he quipped, flicking his forehead. “And don’t tell me that cause he dies after she says that.”
Kirihara let out a long yawn, his head was already starting to spin as after-effects of the drinking, the flick didn’t help any. “Oww.” He groaned and reached up to rub at the sore spot before curling against his senpai again, head tucking neatly in the crook of his arm on a pillow of tangled curls. “If he would have just got on top of the board with her he wouldn’t have...Che, stupid...” A long sigh escaped his lips as he made himself comfortable.
“He was,” Marui agreed with a lazy yawn. Curling into Kirihara as well, he slipped his eyes shut as the boat rocked back and forth over and over again. “We would never be that dumb.”
“No way, I’d push her off.” Kirihara missed the whole romantic aspect of self sacrifice and deep love that that moment was all about in the movie. The rolling lull of the boat made his body feel even heavier then it already did and it wasn’t long before he’d maneuvered in his sleep to sprawl across his best friend, drool already forming a wet pool on Marui’s shirt.
Gross.
After moving Kirihara’s drooly face, Marui rolled on his side with a soft sigh and slipped his eyes shut once more. Tonight had most definitely been a good night.