Japan (8/?) - Pillows and Pain Pills and Cherry Lollipops
Pairing: Tom/Bill, Georg/Gustav, Saki/OFC (so far)
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I don't own anybody and as far as anyone knows, this never has and never will happen and no offense is meant at all
Warnings: heavy sexuality, language, drug use, crossover (Death Note)
Summary: When you're on vacation in Tokyo, you're supposed to enjoy yourself, relax, right? Right??
Author's Notes: Sorry about the (seriously, five months???) long wait for Part Eight. I have no excuses. I hope you like it and can give me any concrit you have to offer.
All Chapters: One Two Three Four Five Six Seven Eight Nine
“No.”
“Yes!”
“No!”
“BILL!”
“SAKI!”
“They’re mine!”
“They’re on my bed!”
“Because you STOLE THEM FROM MINE!”
Bill laid spread eagle on top of the mountain of pillows covering his bed, burying his face in the biggest one. “Tomi…”
“Don’t involve me in this.” Tom threw up his hands as he pulled off his jacket.
“Go take the ones from Georg and Gustav’s room,” Bill mumbled into the fabric. “They won’t be using them tonight.”
“That’s beside the point, Bill,” Saki growled, successfully yanking a small pillow from under the singer’s belly. “You are always taking my things - first my pancakes, now my pillows, and I seem to remember a certain pair of combat boots - ”
“God, Saki!” Tom laughed at his bodyguard’s face. “You fall for this little game every time. You give Bill all this attention; it’s exactly what he wants.”
“But - ” Saki wadded the pillow in his big hands, giving Tom the impression of a two year old about to throw a major tantrum.
“No, man.” Tom held up a hand and interrupted as he sat on the only clear corner of the bed. “You’re so used to having Tobi handle Bill when he’s being a big brat - Ouch, Bill! Don’t hit me, you know it’s true! - that you never learned how to deal with him on your own.”
“Fine.” Saki crossed his arms protectively over his little pillow and glared down at the pair. “How would Tobi handle this?”
“Tobi would bribe him,” Tom stated simply as he leaned back against Bill’s shoulders, his brother’s spiky hair tickling the back of his neck.
“Yeah.” Bill turned his face into his twin’s big shirt and gave a muffled laugh. “I know just what I want, too.”
“What?” Saki looked sideways at him in a clearly hesitant way. “I am not letting you put make up on me again, the last time - ”
“No no, I was thinking something a bit less dramatic.” Bill sat up like a king on his throne of silky pillows and spread his arms. “We want to go out. Alone. Without you following us this time.”
“Bill, you know I can’t let you do that.”
“Why not? We were fine by ourselves last night.”
“And if you hadn’t come to get us, we wouldn’t have been at the hotel when the plane crashed,” Tom leaned into Bill’s knee and looked up at his brother, whose hair nearly reached the ceiling fan from his seat on the pillows, “and we wouldn’t be nearly dead. It’s all your fault.”
“Yeah.” Bill touched his bandaged bicep tenderly. “I nearly lost my arm, you jerk. You owe me.”
Saki covered his eyes with his big hand and just shook his head. “Are you kidding me?”
“So it’s settled then. We’re going out and you can have your pillows back.”
“Or,” the tiny pillow in Saki’s hand shot across the room and whacked Tom in the face, “you can keep the pillows and stay in this room. I am not going to be guilted into losing you again.”
“Bastard,” Tom muttered, rubbing his forehead as Saki stomped into the hallway.
“It’s okay, Tomi.” Bill rolled suddenly off the top of the mountain and onto Tom, causing them both to tumble gracelessly to the floor. As he sat cross-legged on his groaning brother’s stomach, a Cheshire grin grew wide on his face. “I have an idea.”
- - - -
“So… the morning after. What happens now?”
“Nothing, I just wanted you for your body. You can leave.”
“Bullshit.” Georg grinned and pulled his shirt on over his head. “You can be such an asshole, you know that?”
Gustav frowned and tapped a finger to his lips as if deep in thought. “No, I didn’t know that. Thanks for telling me.”
A knock on the door announced the morning nurse, who came in with a covered tray and orange juice. She smiled and offered an ohayo before taking Gustav’s chart into the hallway with her, leaving the tray on the rolling table for Georg to glance at cautiously.
“What do you think they have for breakfast in Japan?”
“Sushi. Or noodles… Or seaweed. I hope it’s not seaweed.”
“Or a nice healthy cholesterol deathtrap,” Georg announced with an air of grandeur as he pulled the lid off and bowed to his bandaged friend.
“Oooh, gimme!” Gustav pulled the table close to his bed and inhaled a sausage link before shaking what Georg believed to be an obscene amount of pepper on his eggs.
“Wouldn’t you like to taste your food, Gustav-san?” the doctor laughed as she pushed the door open, his clipboard in hand.
“If I don’t eat fast, he,” Gustav brandished his fork at Georg, “eats it for me. I’ve learned to adapt to survive.”
Georg shook his head as the doctor took Gustav’s blood pressure and checked his monitors again. “How was last night? Did you feel okay?”
“I felt great, thank you!” Gus grinned widely and Georg felt himself blush behind the doctor’s back.
“That’s good. We can release you whenever you are ready, your big friend filled out your paperwork last night - if you’re not feeling well, just let me know and you can stay as long as you’d like, and be careful with these stitches, okay?”
“Okay.” Gustav sat up on the edge of the bed and pulled gently at the heart monitor on his chest. “Can we take these off now?”
“Yes, of course.” She removed the tape and cords from his skin and pressed her palm against his neck, frowning. “Are you sure you feel okay? I think you may have a small fever.”
“Nothing drugs can’t fix!” Gustav grinned impossibly wider and the doctor gave him a genuine laugh as she changed his bandages.
“You can pick up your prescriptions when you check out at the front. Please be careful out there, boys.” She left with Gustav’s chart as the phone by Georg’s chair rang loudly.
- - - -
“That was your master plan?” Tom whispered fiercely.
“Yes, and it’s a good one, too!” Bill placed the phone on the hook and raised an eyebrow at his brother’s shaking dreads. “What are you so worried about?”
“Saki is not going to just...” Tom waved his hands frantically around in the air, reminding Bill of a drunken maestro. “He won’t… Damn it Bill, this is going to end badly, I just know it.”
“Stop freaking out.”
“Stop making me!”
“Gustav and Georg already agreed to it so there is nothing you… can… do!” Bill snapped his fingers as he walked into the bathroom, shutting the door firmly in his following brother’s face.
Tom sighed and banged his head against the wall.
- - - -
“Are you sure this is a good idea?” Georg helped Gustav on with his jacket as the boys prepared to leave the hospital room.
“Nah,” Gustav gave a bashful grin as Georg buttoned his coat for him and winked, “of course not… but if Tom and Bill get caught, we can always say we didn’t know shit about it.”
“Right, ‘cause he’s really going to believe that.”
“I don’t really care.”
“Me too.” Georg smoothed the sleeves of Gustav’s jacket and looked at him proudly. “I’m glad you’re feeling better.”
“I’m not, to be honest.” Gustav avoided his friend’s piercing gaze, reaching instead for his backpack on the floor. “I just really wanted to leave, get back to a real bed and peace and quiet.”
Georg gently pulled Gus’s backpack from his hands and swung it around his own shoulders. “Bill promised us payback… Hopefully while Saki is murdering them we can have some time to ourselves.”
He ushered the smiling drummer through the door and turned off the lights.
- - - -
“Stop playing around, we need to leave!”
“I don’t want to gooo!”
“Bill, get the hell up!”
“STOP IT!” Bill screeched, and Saki actually backed away and dropped the blanket he’d been trying (unsuccessfully) to pry out of Bill’s claws. “I have had, like, thirty minutes of sleep in the last forever! You do not need us to go get Georg and Gustav with you, damn it! I want to lay here and pass the fuck out!”
As if on cue, Tom’s head drooped before his eyes shot open. He rubbed them. “I’m falling asleep where I’m standing, Saki. We can’t possibly cause any trouble while we’re sleeping.”
“Bullshit.” Saki crossed his arms and scrunched his face. Bill could nearly hear the gears grinding in his head. “You could cause trouble in a coma.”
“I’m going to make trouble if you don’t leave me alone,” Bill warned.
“You won’t,” Saki blurted out, instantly regretting his big mouth.
Bill picked up a vase and held it over his head. “I wonder how much this cost?”
“Okay, you little shit. Stay here, but if I hear you took one step out of this room…” The bodyguard shook his huge fist and Bill pretended to fall back on the bed in shock.
“Tomi, Saki just threatened me…”
Tom mumbled incoherently from his facedown position, now somewhere underneath his brother’s torso.
“You. Stay. Here.” Saki pointed at each of the twins as if they were naughty puppies and backed out of the door.
Loud, clomping footsteps faded down the hallway. Bill counted to one hundred.
- - - -
Gustav whistled appreciatively as his eyes wandered over the orange bottle in his hands.
“What did she give you?” Georg asked, bouncing to adjust the backpack against his shoulders as his friend pulled two prescriptions from his paper sack.
“The big one is antibiotics,” Gustav shook it lightly and put it back in the sack before holding the smaller of the two in his palm for Georg to see. “This one is Vicodin.”
“Damn, you ought to have some fun with that one.”
“We will,” Gustav grinned maliciously and Georg felt his face grow hot, “as soon as Bill makes good on his promise.”
“There you are!” a loud, booming voice called from across the lobby, which was largely unnecessary as there were less than five meters separating Saki from his wards. “Are you ready to go? I want to get back to the hotel as soon as possible!”
“Er...” Georg turned his back on Saki and gave Gustav another wink as he patted his jacket pockets. “I think I left my wallet upstairs. I’ll be right back.”
“Well, hurry up,” Saki growled. “I left Thing One and Thing Two alone in their room and my stomach is not going to stop twisting until I am sure they’re not a threat to flower pots anymore.”
“Threat to… what?” Gustav sat in a waiting chair and pocketed his prescriptions. “Never mind. Speaking of stomachs, mine is empty.”
“We’ll get something when we get back to the hotel.”
“Actually, there’s a restaurant right outside the hospital I’ve been looking at since last night.” Gustav sniffled and coughed a bit for good measure. “They didn’t let me eat very much, with all the needles and tests and general poking and prodding they subjected me to.”
He lowered his eyes and stared pitifully at his shoe.
He looked up at Saki, who tightened his lips, then looked sadly at the back of his hand.
He made a show of rubbing a particularly nasty purple bruise on his knee.
He sighed and sniffled again.
The Japanese woman two seats over handed him a box of Kleenex.
“Okay, damn.” Saki’s lips were a thin white line. “But we’re eating then we are leaving. No shopping, no sightseeing, no lollygagging.”
- - - -
Georg took the stairs instead of the elevator, not only because it would take more time, but because he needed to release some pent up energy. He was still thinking of the night before, hardly believing he’d really had sex with Gustav. Had that counted as sex?
He decided that, yes, it did. Then he thought about having actual sex with Gustav and he nearly stumbled on the stairs his heart hammered so fast. Was that what he meant about the painkillers?
That seemed incredibly unlikely.
They’d only just kissed a day ago; their relationship was not as established as all that… was it?
Georg was thinking so hard he just kept climbing, not paying attention to the signs on the doors, and soon he realized he’d gone two floors too high. Well, aren’t we supposed to be wasting time?
He backtracked more carefully and opened the door that fed to the fifth floor corridor, nearly bumping into a short nurse carrying a tray of pills.
“Oh, sorry,” he mumbled as she sneered at his inattentiveness. She took a wide arc around him.
When he turned away from her, perplexed, he was face to face with a very white, very wide-eyed young man with dark circles under his eyes. The guy looked at Georg’s hair like it was the most intriguing thing.
Georg thought he might be on acid.
He had his forefinger in his mouth and appeared to be biting on the end of it. He started to say something several times, opening his mouth then hesitating, reinserting his finger or his thumb.
“Er… excuse me please, sorry.” Georg nodded at him and inched to the left.
The boy inched with him.
Georg looked around, exasperated. He’d come up here for a false reason, of course - his wallet was in his jeans pocket - but he hadn’t counted on being corned by a crazy person as his method of delay. “Do you… are you staying here? At the hospital?”
He looked over the guy, thinking he reminded him a lot of Bill, actually. He appeared to be about the same height, weight, same color hair, spiky too. Dark eyes. Maybe even the same age, if not a bit older. But something was definitely off about this kid.
“Hey!” a voice called from down the hallway. Georg thanked the heavens; it looked like a member of the staff was going to take this boy back to his room, saving him from the uncomfortable… er… non-conversation.
The boy turned and gave a slight nod of his head, wiping his spit-wet fingers on his white shirt. An older man was coming down the hallway with a clipboard and walkie talkie. The man stopped in front of the boys, giving Georg a nod and the other boy a raised eyebrow.
“I thought you said you couldn’t find him, Ryuzaki,” the man said simply, and when the boy held out his hand, the man scrounged in his deep jacket pockets and finally placed a cherry sucker in his palm.
Taking his time, Ryuzaki unwrapped his lollipop and admired the way the light shined on the glossy candy-coating. He stuck it in his mouth. Well, at least it isn’t his finger. Georg was baffled and he very much wanted to get back downstairs with his very big, very ornery bodyguard.
“Well, I have to go… now.” Georg tried again to scoot away, and again he was followed by the odd boy, blocking his path. “Listen, man, I don’t know what -”
“I need to ask you a few questions,” Ryuzaki finally spoke, surprising Georg. His voice was low and smooth, and now that he was making conversation, his eyes were clear and focused and narrowed straight at the bassist.
“What?” Georg backed against the wall as far as he could - Ryuzaki had come very, very close to his face and he smelled really nicely of cherries. “Could you please not -”
“Ryuzaki,” the older man had a warning tone in his voice, and the boy backed down, switching his sucker from one side of his mouth to the other while he thought.
“My name is Ryuzaki,” he said. I’d gathered that much, Georg grimaced. “I am a Detective here in Tokyo. I want to ask you about what you saw.”
- - - -
Tom stuck his head out of the hotel room door and thought about how stupid this plan was. Bill was going to get him killed, he was sure of it.
“Okay, all clear,” he called, waving behind him to his brother.
“Tomi!” Bill hissed, scaring the living bejeezus out of Tom. “Would you please whisper? You’re going to get us caught!”
“Bill,” Tom hissed back, “we are going out the front fucking door and I’m sure someone will notice that already.”
“Would you please stop talking like that?” Bill whispered harshly.
“Why are we crouched down like this?”
“So no one sees us.”
“Bill, we are grown ass men, not kids. People are going to notice us more if we’re trying to be all Secret Squirrel, and the longer it takes us to get downstairs, the less time we’re going to have out by ourselves.”
That did it. Bill stood up and pulled the hood of his jacket over his hair, which he’d smoothed down from it’s usual lion’s mane so he wouldn’t be easily recognized. He thought Tom might have worn something besides the baggy pants and modified hats he was known for, but at least everything was black and he’d done his best to put a hood over his massive hair too.
“You’re right, let’s go.”
They shut their door quietly and walked to the stairs together, opting out of the elevator just in case Georg and Gustav couldn’t keep Saki at the hospital, thinking they might do better to come out of the stairwell to the lobby off in the corner instead of the middle right in front of the doors leading outside. Less visibility, Bill had told Tom. Okay.
“What if Saki calls while we are gone?” Tom breathed as they stepped into the sunlight, shielding their eyes simultaneously.
“I let the front desk know they are to take messages because we are ‘asleep’,” Bill grinned and continued, “and Saki is not to be let in our room, because we don’t want to be ‘disturbed’.”
“They let you do that?” Tom gaped at his brother’s seeming intelligence. He hadn’t even thought of preventative measures.
“Yep, I paid the guy a little something extra.”
“The power of money.” Tom whistled, looking down the semi-busy sidewalk in both directions. “Well, oh glorious map-master, where are we going?”
Bill pulled the blue and green Tokyo subway map from his jacket pocket and unfolded it. “I did some research before we got on the plane.” He pulled a wadded up notebook paper from his other pocket and smoothed it out to show Tom. There were several names listed with their descriptions and subway stations. Again, Tom was surprised at Bill’s planning.
“Well, we shouldn’t do too much shopping, in case Saki wonders why we have so many more bags than we came with.”
“Yeah, I can’t wait til he gets rid of whatever crawled up his ass.”
“Me too.”
“What about here?” Bill pointed his finger at the word Akihabara. “It’s called Electric Town - they have all kinds of electronic stuff.”
“We do need a new camera.” Tom frowned, thinking of the brand new one they’d forgotten to pack at their apartment.
“Then let’s hurry, I don’t know how long Gustav and Georg can stall Saki.”
They followed the trail the front desk had marked on every map to the train station a few blocks from the hotel. Bill kept his head stuck in the map so they wouldn’t get lost, and Tom had a nice time looking around the city.
Every building was so tall, to him it looked like they touched the sky. They were all so close together too, it was a wonder anyone had any privacy. No trees, no grass anywhere. Lots of girls, though. Lots and lots of very pretty -
“Ow!” Tom knocked into someone very hard and tumbled to the ground, landing nearly on top of the owner of the cry. “Get off me!”
“I’m so...” Tom was going to say sorry but his voice wouldn’t work. His body wouldn’t work either, it seemed. The girl pushed him off and glared at him.
“Why don’t you watch where you’re going, gaijin?” She huffed, still sitting on the ground. She wore a bright blue dress and ridiculously high heels. In her hair was a big blue bow and she had glitter on every bare inch of her skin. Bill thought she looked ridiculously cute. He reached a hand down to help her up and she pretended she didn't see him.
“What’s a gaijin?” Bill asked her, still keeping his hand out. Tom crossed his arms and fiddled with a rock on the ground with his shoe.
“Wow, you must be really dumb. I bet you’re American,” she snarled, and Tom noticed she was bleeding a little from her knee. His stomach made a knot and he really did feel sorry. “A gaijin is a foreigner.” She spat the word like venom.
“Well, we aren’t American.” Bill put his hands on his hips as the girl stood up and favored her tender knee. “We’re from Germany.”
She eyed Bill with a little less intensity. “With the way your friend was all over me, I’d have thought he was an American military guy.”
Tom felt his face turn red and he wasn’t sure whether to be insulted or relieved she wasn’t as upset anymore. He really did not want to be sued. “I’m sorry, I didn’t see you there.” Lame. Really lame.
“Please excuse my brother.” Bill gave Tom a questioning look. Usually the elder twin was smooth as chocolate and he would have been all over this girl in a heart beat. Why was he acting so shy? “He has no manners. What is your name?”
“Yuki. That means snow in English,” she said, as if that were the way she introduced herself to any gaijin. Bill was excited to learn a new word, even if it wasn’t used in such a nice way by her.
“I’m Bill and that’s Tom.” He held out his hand and the girl shook his first finger quickly and dropped his hand. “We just got to Japan.”
“I can tell.” She smiled wryly. “We don’t really shake hands. Japanese aren’t so really touchy feely people.”
“Oh.” That was why she hadn’t accepted his hand up. Bill felt stupid. “Well. I feel like we ought to do something nice for you, since my brother knocked you over and ripped your hose.” Yuki looked down at her knee and frowned harder.
“Yeah, these tights weren’t cheap. You could pay to replace them.”
For some reason, Bill found it incredibly refreshing to have such a frank conversation with a female. Usually they were gibbering and crying or trying so hard to get in his pants that he was running away (at least mentally) as fast as he could. He felt that any other girl would have wanted an autograph or a picture with them or a kiss or something, anything more complicated than simply paying for what Tom had messed up.
“Tom, pay the girl.” Bill nudged his brother’s arm and Tom fumbled in his deep pockets for his billfold. “How much were they?”
“20,000 yen.”
“Is that a lot?” Bill asked as Tom choked out: “There’s no way!”
“How many Euros is that?”
“That's like... like 160, 170 Euro...” Tom figured, according to the conversion calculator he’d checked up last night. “How in the hell do tights cost that much?”
“They’re Valentino Garavani.” Yuki sniffed, throwing her long black hair back proudly. “I’m a model, so be lucky that is his discounted price.”
Bill’s jawed dropped, though for a different reason than Tom’s. Bill was just bedazzled - this girl was a model, for Valentino no less...
Tom was just grim - that was way more cash than he had in his pocket right now.