Japan (9/?) - Yes and No and Jealousy
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: This story was previously named Breathless, but that title was already taken on THF.
All Chapters: One Two Three Four Five Six Seven Eight Nine
“Fuck!” The woman in the dark jacket stopped dead in her tracks, causing the girl in the matching outfit running behind her to slam into her outstretched arm. “Fucking fuck!”
“What is it, Seph?” the taller girl asked as she rubbed her ribs, peeking around the doorframe.
They crouched in the shadows of a burned-out bulb on the fifth floor stairwell of the hospital. Sephyra grimaced at Ainistacy and tucked a stray piece of shocking pink hair under her friend’s black knitted hat. “Watari and the Detective are over there. I thought for sure they’d be at the wreckage.”
“Fuck the woman the boss sent us for, she’s not worth getting caught.” Ainistacy stood and made her way down the stairs. “We have to leave, now.”
“Wait…” Sephyra waved her over and pointed furtively at the old man standing in the corridor. Watari was standing with his back toward the pair, taking frantic notes on his clipboard as Ryuzaki stood uncomfortably close to a young man in a white tank top. “Isn’t that… Georg Listing?”
- - - -
“I really don’t remember…” Georg raised an eyebrow as the Detective wrapped his sticky cherry fingers around the photograph in the bassist‘s hand, taking it back and putting it in his pants pocket. “It’s been a long time since I’ve had any real sleep, and I only saw them for a second.”
“Anything peculiar about them? Any tattoos or piercings you didn’t see in the photo?”
“Well, their hair is the same color but it was really long for both of them,” he said, rubbing his eyes. “I think the short one had a lip piercing, but it’s hard to say, they were so far away.”
“Have you seen them since then?”
“No, it was just the once.”
Watari fished in his coat pocket and produced a white business card. “This is my direct cell phone line,” he said, shoving the card in Georg’s face. “Take it.” He took it.
“If you think of anything,” the Detective said, sucking on the tip of his thumb as he walked away, Watari following closely behind, “don’t hesitate to call.”
- - - -
Tom groaned as Bill pulled him faster through the crowd, rushing to catch up with Yuki as she darted expertly through the throng of waiting people and into the subway train. “We ought to just lose her, Bill!” he shouted. “She’s not even trying to wait for us!”
“No way!” Bill shouted back, pushing to the front of the queue. A man with a briefcase nearly ran him over and Bill found himself abruptly grasping at air. His brother‘s sweater had just been in his hand, and now… “Tom! Tom, where are you?”
He stood on his tip toes and braced himself against the tide of people now boarding the train, searching for the black cap he knew held his brother’s dreaded head. His heart hammered in his chest and he felt a blind panic as the train’s lights lit up, signaling the departure with his brother no where in sight. Suddenly, a pair of hands clamped around his shoulders from behind and dragged him into the subway train.
He fell backward, nearly knocking over Yuki as she disentangled her arms from his jacket. “No! My brother! I lost my brother!” he shouted, running to the sliding doors just as they shut tightly and the train began to move slowly forward. “Let me out! I have to find him!” He pushed on the glass of the door and tried to pry them open with his fingers, but the train gained a sudden burst of speed and he nearly toppled over again. Yuki frowned at him and grabbed his hand, bringing it up until he was clasping on to the metal pole in the center of the train.
“I see your brother right there,” she said, pointing with the hand that wasn’t still wrapped around Bill’s.
Tom slid the door from the connecting train car open with a loud whack and exhaled loudly when he saw his twin. “Holy shit, Bill!” he cried, grabbing on to his brother’s coat with both hands. “Why did you let go of me? I thought you were out there!”
“I didn’t mean to,” Bill said softly. “I thought you were out there too. I tried to get off the train but the doors were already shut.”
“Well, it’s a good thing you didn’t,” he replied, grabbing on to the steady pole. He saw Yuki’s hand over Bill’s and she pretended not to notice his cold stare.
The train sped toward Akihabara.
- - - -
Saki glanced at his wristwatch anxiously before going back to stabbing the unidentified food stuffs in his bowl of ramen. Is it fish? An eyeball? Is it even edible? He had let the boys drag him to this restaurant outside of the hospital because Gustav never really asked Saki for much, and since the boy was injured - really injured, not like Bill with his flailing over a paper cut - he couldn’t think of a reason to say no except that he liked to say no. No was his thing.
And now he found himself giving less and less refusals as the days in Tokyo grew longer and longer. Maybe the lack of quality sleep was getting to him. He tried to do the no thing again.
“No,” Saki said firmly when Georg picked up the dessert menu.
“Please, Saki,” Georg whined from his seat next to Gustav. “I can’t eat this shit, I don’t even know what’s in it. Ice cream, on the other hand…”
Saki’s hard-set mouth wavered as the pretty waitress brought another round of drinks to the table. She filled his glass of water and appeared to be mouthing something, rolling a word around on her tongue silently, catching herself as she noticed Saki staring at her red lips. She gave him a nervous smile before clasping her hands in front of her chest and bending over a bit closer to his face. “Please..,” she almost whispered. “I can practice English to you?” She seemed embarrassed to ask but eager for his approval. He stared into her big brown eyes and floundered.
Georg and Gustav glanced over the top of the dessert menu they were perusing together and Saki cleared his throat, hesitating. He didn’t want to hurt her feelings, but now was not the time - he needed to get back to the hotel. The waitress’s smile faltered and she said a quiet gomen before straightening up to fill his glass of water. She gathered the empty plates and turned to go back to the counter. Gustav kicked Saki’s leg under the table.
“Ah, I… I mean,” he stammered and she froze. “Okay. You can practice with me.” She grinned ecstatically and dropped her dishes off at the counter before doffing her apron, seating herself lightly in the chair beside Saki.
He was finding it very hard to say no lately.
- - - -
“Bill,” Tom pulled his brother aside outside of a huge department store as Yuki stepped inside, “this is the sixth place we’ve been to. If she doesn’t find some tights soon, I might strangle her.”
Bill responded by taking a surprise picture of his twin on their brand new Nikon camera. The bright lights flashed in Tom’s eyes through the next few minutes of Yuki shaking her head at the hosiery selection and Bill ogling the boots.
“I wish we could do some real shopping,” Bill lamented to Yuki, garnering a sympathetic pout from the girl, “but we can’t really go back with a lot of bags. Our bodyguard has his panties in a twist right now and we’re not even really supposed to be out by ourselves.”
“You have a bodyguard?” she asked, holding up a pink pair of tights with white hearts next to a blue pair with black stripes. She put them both back on the rack. “What do you need him for?”
Tom gave Bill a scathing look. “He’s just on vacation with us. It’s never a bad idea to be safe.” He picked up a daisy yellow scarf and wrapped it around his neck. Bill shook his head no and Tom replaced it quickly. If it was a negative from Bill, it had to be bad.
“Yet here you are,” Yuki disappeared behind a huge wall of hose, “out with a girl when you aren’t even supposed to leave your hotel room. That sounds very much like you wanted to be unsafe.” Before Tom could spit out a retort, Yuki squealed. “Here they are! These are perfect!”
She came back around to the twins, carrying a plastic wrapped pair of bright rainbow tights and smiling up at Bill. “Those are the ones you want?” he asked, turning the package around in his hands as she nodded enthusiastically. “Are you sure? They aren’t as much money as the ones you got a hole in.”
“Oh, that’s okay,” she said. She took the package, brushing her fingers over the back of Bill’s hand. “I like these better than the ones I have now.”
She flounced off to the check out line and Bill watched her go, a fuzzy smile on his face. Tom glowered as he stamped off toward Yuki. “What happened to ‘Japanese people aren’t so touchy-feely’?” he snapped. Bill practically floated behind him.
- - - -
Gustav’s head was feeling very heavy. He tried to keep it up, tried to listen to what Saki and the waitress, Hisako, were talking about, but try as he might, his body was tired and he drifted off with his head on Georg’s shoulder.
An hour and a half had gone by since the waitress had finished her shift and sat down beside the bodyguard. Georg piped in every once in a while to offer his own answers to her questions, but Saki had the girl in a rapt conversation now and he noticed how Gustav’s breathing had evened out. He moved his hand under the tablecloth and laced his fingers together with Gustav’s. He got a soft squeeze.
Years he had held in his true feelings for his best friend, years of perfecting the art of stolen glances and smothered emotions, but now he found he wished with all his heart he could hold Gustav’s hand on top of the table instead of underneath it, hiding it like it was something shameful.
They had agreed that, no matter what the others had thought they’d seen between the two the night of the crash, they weren’t going to reveal their new relationship until they were sure it could be a smooth transition. As forward and progressive as they thought themselves to be as a band, he wasn’t sure their love would be accepted by everyone they worked with without prejudice.
People don’t like what they don’t understand, Gustav had said. If the media caught wind of this… Georg thought Gustav was right in his caution. It still didn’t make it any easier.
He squeezed back.
“I like you.” Hisako blushed, giggling softly. She held her hand demurely in front of her mouth to hide her shy smile, peering at Saki from underneath her blunt cut bangs. He turned the shade of a tomato and she laughed loudly. “I will go home now.” She stood and collected her apron and purse in her arms. Saki stood with her.
“Do you work here tomorrow?” Saki asked slowly, pronouncing each word like she’d politely requested so she could understand more easily.
“Yes,” she replied, gathering her apron close to her face to hide her smile. “I am here in the morning. You will come here?”
Saki glanced at Georg, who quickly looked around at any and everything that wasn’t Saki and Hisako. He nodded. “Yes.”
Hisako bowed deeply and said good-bye before walking out of the diner door, grinning. She hailed a taxi as Saki watched her go, and when she opened the door she turned and caught his eye through the restaurant window.
She waved. He waved. She got in the cab and it pulled into the jumble of traffic, disappearing around the next block. Saki smiled a little smile.
Maybe saying yes wasn’t such a terrible thing.