>> Yomi and Hitsugi are refusing to leave this comm

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[ It's Yomi and Hitsugi's movie date xD]


Hitsugi hummed softly as he made his way to Yomi's place. He was wearing baggy jeans and a dark-red turtleneck. He checked his watch and smiled softly. "5:50...A little early. Hope he doesn't mind..." He knocked on Yomi's door, waiting for the vocalist to answer.

Yomi was lounging around in his boxers playing video games and glancing over at the phone every so often. He knew he should call Hitsugi, but... He sighend and then jumped a little when there was a knock on the door. He paused his game and jumped up, whirling around and searching frantically for a pair of pants. "Um...uh...shit. Who is it?" he called out as he dove onto his hands and knees to check under the couch.

He tilted his head a little. "It's Hitsugi!" he called out, grinning a little. "I should've called first..."

"Hitsugi?" he repeated, kneeling up. He scratched his head and went to the door, opening it a crack and poking his head out. "Uh...hey. What're you doing here?"

He blushed a little. "I figured I'd come over to see you. I know...we were supposed to see a movie together a few weeks ago...I guess we both got busy..."

"Oh...yeah. Sorry about that." He offered Hitsugi an apologetic smile. "Ah...you wanna come in? Oh, ah, wait a second, okay?" he asked quickly, remembering that he wasn't wearing pants.

He nodded a little, shifting some. "He stuck his hands in his pockets and waited for Yomi's 'okay'.

"Thanks." He closed the door, took a step away, then opened it again. "Be right back." Yomi smiled quickly and closed the door again before dashing to his room.

Hitsugi laughed softly and leaned against hte wall, waiting for the vocalist to come back.

Yomi pulled on a pair of jeans and an old h.Naoto t-shirt and stood in front of the mirror for a minute. He was nervous but determined to do the right thing and give it a shot. Running a hand through his hair, he willed himself to calm down. Hell, it wasn't like they weren't already close. Most of the time they were practically attached at the hip. Yomi wished they could go back to those light-hearted moments. "Well," he said to his reflection. "Maybe if this works, we can." He took a deep breath, smiled, and went to open the door...again.

Hitsugi stood up straight and looked at Yomi. He pulled his hands out of his pockets and smiled a little. "You know we don't have to do this, right?" he said softly.

His smile faded and he leaned against the door. "What do you mean?"

"We can just go out as friends..." he whispered. "I don't wanna ruin our friendship if this doesn't work..."

"Hitsugi..." Yomi reached out and took Hitsugi's hand and pulled him inside. Still holding his hand, Yomi shut the door and then took hold of Hitsugi's other hand. He looked down at them and then up at his friend. "I don't htink we'll ever get back to how we used to be if we don't give this a try. Neither of us can ignore your feelings anymore. And I've got to see if there's any somewhere inside me that I just never noticed. We owe it to ouselves and each other. And...I especially owe it to you."

He smiled a little and gently squeezed Yomi's hands. "You really don't owe me anything. I told you that you were forgiven, and as for my feelings...I know they're hard to ignore, but it is possible..."

Yomi shook his head. "No. We are going out. On a date. Now pick a movie." He pushed Hitsugi toward his computer.

He blushed a little and sat down at the computer. He pulled up the movie screen and scrolled through the titles before looking back at Yomi. "Have you seen Saw 2 yet?"

Yomi stood behind him, leaning over his shoulder. He shook his head. "Nope, not yet. You really wanna see that?"

"Ah...sure I heard that it's good..." he said, looking back at the screen. "I don't see anything else that we'd both enjoy..."

"Okay then. Let's do it. When's it start?"

He clapped his hands together. "Okay! Let's go." He offered Hitsugi a broad smile. "Ooh! Wait. I gotta get something first." He ran off and disappered into the kitchen.

He stood up, looking confused when Yomi disappered. He stuffed his hands in his pockets. "What are you getting?" he called.

"These!" Yomi bounced out, holding up a big bag of pixie sticks. "They don't sell them there."

He laughed softly, blushing slightly. "Ah...because you need your happy crack while we're watching a horror film," he teased. He ran a hand through his hair before he stuffed it back in his pocket.

"You know it," he grinned. "So how cold is it outside?"

"It's not that bad. I was okay with what I'm wearing. You might need a light jacket though..."

"Hai." Yomi walked to the closet and pulled out his red plaid jacket with studs, stuffing his pixie sticks in the pocket. Grabbing his keys he opened the door. "Shall we?"

He nodded and walked out of Yomi's place, smiling some. "Let's go..."

Yomi turned to him as they walked out and onto the sidewalk. "So which theatre is it at?"

"I checked the one that's close to here," he replied. He shrugged down a little, letting his turtle neck warm him up more. "Shouldn't take us all that long to get there."

"Ohhh. It only takes like five minutes." H shivered and wrapped his arms around himself. "Ugh. It's cold."

He nodded a little, pulling his lower lip into his mouth to keep the metal warm.

Yomi looked over and raised an eyebrow. "What's wrong with your face?"

He laughed and looked at Yomi. "I'm trying to keep the metal from freezing..." he replied before he pulled his lower lip back in his mouth.

He reached up and poked Hitsugi's bridge piercing. "What about this one? Shit, I think it's got frost on it. Hey! Brainfreeze!" He laughed.

He swatted at Yomi's hand and reached up to rub the bridge of his nose to warm it up. "I can't keep this one warm without freezing my fingers."

"I'll keep it warm for ya!" Yomi got behind him and clapped his hands over Hitsugi's eyes, his fingertips covering the piercing. He kept walking, forcing Hitsugi to move forward, too. "Better?" he asked, still laughing.

He laughed and reached up to pull Yomi's hands off his eyes. "Yomi, I can't see!"

He grinned. "Yeah, but your face is warm, right?"

"Yeah, but I can't see!" He pulled Yomi's hands off his face and looked over his shoulder. "And you have to look around me to be able to see."

"Oh, who needs to see?" he replied jokingly. But he bounded in front of him anyway. "Aaaaand...we're here! Oh, hey. How're we paying? Do I pay 'cause I'm older or do you pay 'cause you're taller?"

He laughed and reached into his back pocket. "How about we pay for ourselves?" he asked, pulling out his wallet.

"Or...I pay for you 'cause I'm older and you pay for me 'cause you're taller. And we'll split the snacks." Despite the huge grin on his face and the strong desire to giggle, his voice was perfectly serious.

He couldn't help but laugh at that as he pulled out the needed money. "Alright, sounds good to me."

"Deal." Yomi pulled out his money and walked up to the ticket counter. "One for 'Saw 2'. For him. 'Cause I'm older." He smiled brightly at hte girl behind the counter who blinked and looked back at him with a confused, slightly dazed expression.

He laughed and placed an arm around Yomi's shoulders. "And another ticket for 'Saw 2' for him because I'm taller."

Yomi laughed and put an arm around Hitsugi's waist. "He's only taller 'cause his head is so massive." He rapped his knuckles against hte guitarist's temple. "Isn't it a giant noggin?" he asked the girl. She only blushed and stammered as she tried to punch their ticket orders into the computer.

He blushed and poked Yomi's side before he reached up and rubbed the temple that Yomi hit. "Everything's just bigger to you because you're short."

The girl shakily handed them their tickets and directed them to theatre 3 on the left. As they walked away, Yomi smiled teasingly at Hitsugi. "We'll see if that's true if I ever catch you with your pants down. Who want's popcorn?!" he burst out randomly, bounding to the snack counter.

Hitsugi blushed more, following the bouncing vocalist. "You mean again?" he asked quietly, pulling his wallet out again.

Yomi blushed a little and laughed. "Man, I was so drunk that night I couldn't even remember how big my own dick was! Luckily, I've seen it since then, so I've had my memory refreshed. You really wanna jog my memory, let's go into the bathroom and whip it out, cat-boy." He winked and laughed. "But after popcorn." He glanced up at a clock. "Ooh. And movie. After popcorn and movie. And Snow Caps. And cherry coke."

His face turned a darker shade and he lightly hit the back of Yomi's head. "I'll pass..." He smiled lightly. "I'll pay for the popcorn, okay?"

Laughing, he nodded. It felt really good to joke around with Hitsugi again. He ordered his drink and Snow Caps and shelled out the money and stepped back to wait for him.

He ordered a large popcorn and paid for it before turning to look at Yomi. He was having fun and the awkward feeling just wasn't there anymore, which made him happy. "Let's go sit down," he said softly.

"You're not getting a drink?"

"Nah, I'll be okay. Besides, if I get thirsty, I'll just steal your's."

"Then I'll get two straws." He grabbed two and sprinkled some salt on the popcorn. "All set. Let's go."

He nodded, smiling. "Let's find some seats." He put his wallet back in his back pocket. "Hopefully, there won't be too many people in the theatre."

There were quite a few people in hte theatre when they walked in. Yomi looked around for a minute. "Hmm...so where do you wanna sit? there's a couple seats together in the second row. And a couple over there in the middle. Looks like most of the back rows are free."

"Where ever you can see," he said, loooking at hte indicated seats. "Just look for fans before you choose." He didn't really want to get recognized.

"Oh, 'cause they're all gonna be wearing glow-in-the-dark 'I'm a big ol' naito fan' t-shirts." He rolled his eyes and laughed. "Let's get the ones up front. Less people will see our faces that way."

He blushed and lightly hit Yomi again. "Go sit down."

Yomi trotted to the second row, squeezing past people, two of whom gasped and started whispering to each other animatedly as they recognised the rockers. Yomi flashed them a smile and sat down, taking out his pixie sticks and pouring four of them in his mouth.

Hitsugi chuckled and sat down next to Yomi, flashing a peace sign at the whispering people. He looked over at Yomi just as the vocalist finished pouring the pixie sticks in his mouth. "You're gonna overdose on sugar one day and die," he whispered.

"Maybe." He shrugged and took a big sip of coke. "When do the previews start? Is that a gaijin in front of us? Think they're from America? We should play there. You know what I just realized? I can't put any pixie sticks in my coke or you'll die. That sucks." He took another long drink and broke open his Snow Caps.

Hitsugi laughed softly and checked his watch. "Previews should start soon. Just hush and wait." He sat back and popped a couple pieces of popcorn into his mouth.

Yomi ignored him and leaned over to tap the gaijin on the shoulder. "Are you from America?"

He pulled Yomi back. "Don't be rude!" He looked at the gaijin and smiled lightly. "Forgive him. He's forgotten his manners..."

THe gaijin frowned and huffed before turning around and complaining to his companion in a hushed, foreign tongue. Yomi raised his eyebrows and sat back. "Ohhh-kay then. Nevermind. Geeze. Was my English that bad?" he asked Hitsugi jokingly.

Hitsugi laughed softly. "I don't think he speaks English," he whispered. The lights dimmed and the previews started. "Now hush and watch the movie."

"Hai hai. Mind if I get comfortable?" He turned in his seat and put his legs up on Hitsugi's lap, grinning. "Can you pass the popcorn?"

He chuckled and shook his head before passing hte popcorn to Yomi. "Feel free," he whispered.

"Thanks." He started hapily munching, but moved to sit in his seat properly after a minute because the arm of the seat was digging into his lower back.

He reached over and grabbed Yomi's coke, taking a sip. He grabbed a handful of popcorn and popped a few pieces into his mouth while he watched the previews.

Yomi had devoured half the popcorn, about 20 pixie sticks, all the snow caps, and his entire large coke before half the movie was over. he was bouncing in his seat and barely paying attention to the movie, he was so wound up.

Hitsugi glanced over at Yomi, biting back his laughter at the bouncing vocalist. He returned his attention to the screen, trying to ignore the hyper body that was next to his.

Growing increasingly bored, Yomi started chucking pieces of popcorn at random, trying to follow their flight in the dark. "Hitsugi," he whispered, leaning really close, his lips almost touching the other's ear, hot breath on his skin. "I think I had too much sugar. I feel like a wind-up toy. I don't think I can sit here. Let's go DDR. Or Bowling! Let's go bowling!"

He shivered lightly and pulled his ear away and looked at Yomi. "I think you did, too. Let's go do something to waste your energy," he whispered back.

He giggled. "You gonna take me to the bathroom now?"

He blushed. "Yomi! Pervert!" He stood up and moved out of the aisle, waiting for Yomi to follow.

"Oh that's old news," he replied with a laugh, following HItsugi down the aisle.

He shook his head and pulled Yomi out of the theatre. "What do you wanna do?"

"I dunno." He thought for a minute and then his eyes lit up. "Let's go to the park! When was the last time you went ot the park? Let's go play on the swings!"

He laughed softly. "Not in a while." He crossed his arms over his chest to stay warm. "Sure it's not too cold?"

He shivered suddenly. "Oh yeah. I didn't even notice for a minute there. Nevermind. Let's just go back to my place."

"Okay," he said, lightly shivering from the cold. "Let's hurry."

"Okay." He grabbed Hitsugi's hand and took off running.

Not expecting this, Hitsugi stumbled at first, letting Yomi pull him until he was able to get his feet so he could run with the vocalist. "Do we have to run?"

"You said to hurry." Yomi let go and started running backwards. "I can run and you can catch u-ah!" He caught a patch of ice and fell on his ass.

He stopped running and reached down to help Yomi up. "Yeah, but I didn't mean running. Are you okay?"

He pouted up at him. "My ass is cold now," he replied pathetically.

"You can warm it up when you get home," he said, pulling Yomi up onto his feet. "Come on..."

"But I'm cold now!" He threw his arms around Hitsugi's nec and pressed up against him. Initially he did it as an experiment and to be goofy, but the day was just going so well and being with Hitsugi like this felt so nice and so...right. He laid his head against Hitsugi's shoulder. He felt an ease and comfort with him he'd never been able to feel with Sakito. With Sakito he'd always felt he had to impress him, but with Hitsugi, he could just be himself, no walls, no masks, no airs. "I'm cold now," he repeated softer.

He smiled a little and wrapped his arms around Yomi's waist. "Let's get you home. We're almost there," he whispered.

He pulled back and nodded. "I'm so not running anymore." He laughed.

He smiled a little. "It'd be better for you if you didn't." He wrapped his arm around Yomi's shouldners and led the way back to Yomi's place.

When they got there and Yomi pulled out his keys, h winced. "I think I almost got sodomized by my housekey when I fell." He rubbed his ass for a second before opening the door and kicking off his shoes.

He chuckled and followed Yomi inside, slipping out of his shoes as well. "Bet your key enjoyed it though..."

He laughed. "Well who wouldn't enjoy being up close and personal with my ass?" He shrugged out of his jacket and draped it over the back of the couch. "I need some hot tea. You want some tea?"

"Ah...sure. It'd warm me up some," he said quietly, reaching up to rub warmth into the bridge of his nose.

Yomi went into the kitchen to boil water and pull out two mugs and drop a teabag into eac one. "Do you take sugar? I forgot."

He nodded, still rubbing his nose. "Just a little." He sat down on the couch and smiled a little, remembering their hug outside. It had been nice to feel like maybe Yomi was able to forget how he felt for the vocalist so they could just be friends. They didn't feel awkward around each other anymore, and it made him happy.

Yomi came out with two steaming mugs of tea and sat next to Hitsugi, handing him a cup. He took a tentative sip, holding to cup with both ands and savoring the heat. "So...I've been having a really good time."

He smiled a little and took a sip of his tea, letting it warm his mouth. He looked over at Yomi. "Me too. I'm glad we did this."

"Yeah." He nodded and impulsively leaned over and kissed him on the cheek before sipping his tea like nothing happened.

He blushed, his hand coming up to cover his cheek before he smiled. "What are we gonna do now?" he asked before taking another isp of his tea.

"At this exact moment or in general?"

"Both?" He laughed softly, looking over at Yomi. "I can just go home if there's nothing else planned."

"Um...I dunno. But I think I wanna do this again. What...what about you?"

He smiled softly. "I'd like that. Just give me a call next time you want to do this. I had fun today."

He nodded and put his mug down, turning to Hitsugi and smiling. "Come here and lay one on me before you leave."

He blushed and put his mug down. "My piercings are still cold..." he whispered.

Yomi bent in and flicked his tongue across one of the studs. "Ooh." He shivered. "yeah, that's pretty cold," he murmured.

He blushed and swiped his tongue over the stud before leaning over to gently press his lips against Yomi's, giving him a soft kiss.

Yomi pressed his lips gently against his for a moment. Then he wrapped his arms around Hitsugi's waist and increased the pressure of the kiss, running his tongue along Hitsugi's lower lip. His hands moved up and down softly on Hitsugi's back as they kissed. He shivered slightly at the unexpected warmth he felt. Why haven't I felt this before? he wondered.

He placed his hands on Yomi's knees, returning the increased pressure before slightly separating his lips. His back tingled where Yomi touched and he blushed slightly.

When Hitsugi's lips parted, Yomi slipped his tongue in briefly to touch his before pulling back, surprised at the electric feeling. He blushed and ran a hand through his hair. "Wow..."

He blushed more, smiling a little. He removed his hands from Yomi's knees and placed them on his own lap before nodding. "Yeah...wow..."

"So...yeah...um..." he coughed a little. "Wow...Okay, well I think maybe it's time to call it a night. I don't...I want to take this slow. At least, I want to try, you know? I lose control pretty easy," he added a bit sheepishly.

He smiled and leaned over to kiss Yomi's cheek. "I know. I wanna take this slow, too." He stood up and walked over to his shoes. He slipped into them and smiled at Yomi. "I had fun today. Thanks," he said softly, preparing himself for hte cold that was outside. "I'll call you next time...or you can call me."

He stood and followed him to the door. "I'll try to remember to call." He smiled.

He smiled a little. "Let's try to do this again before the month's up..." he said softly, looking back at the door.

Nodding, Yomi leaned up and gave him a soft kiss. "Next time you pick what we do."

He nodded and opened the door. "I'll figure something out. I'll see you later," he whispered before stepping out. "Night..." He smiled at Yomi before heading home.

"Ja ne," he replied, closing the door. He walked to his bedroom and picked up a magazine with Nightmare on the cover. He looked at it for a few seconds. More specifically, he looked at Sakito's picture for a few seconds. "I think it's time to say goodbye," he whispered. Yomi carried the magazine over to the trash can and dropped it in. "Bye Sakito." And then he left to go clean up the living room.