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Title: Anata no namae. (2/?)
Author: mariakouyou
Rating: PG-13, for now.
Pairings: AoixUruha
Genre: Cursing, angst, future fluff & suggestive situations.
Disclaimer: I just own the storyline, not these gorgeous men. *sob*
Summary: Yuu is determined to start his musical career, he has it all, talent, drive, and a possible band...but something gets in his way and perturbs his train of thought....Kouyou.
‘Mr. Akashi! I-I didn’t know this was you!’ I exclaimed confoundedly. ‘Hello, nice to meet you sir, I’m Yuu Shiroyama.’ I extended out my hand and shook his hand firmly. ‘It’s a pleasure to meet you too Mr. Shiroyama.’ He smiled almost cunningly as he studied me. ‘Please Mr. Shiroyama, sit down.’ I sat down timidly on the chair in front of his desk, and waited for him to say something else. ‘So, I read over your resume and emails thoroughly, and you seem highly interested in getting a record deal, I mean, I can’t promise you that you’ll get one over night, because we don’t just hand those out, you’ll have to go out there and prove to us that you want this.’ I bit the inside of my mouth as his piercing eyes penetrated in the back of my skull, I was a pro at getting intimidated easily, so his stare wasn’t helping the cause. ‘Well, Mr. Akashi, I can promise you that I’ve been working extremely hard and I truly want this, more than you know. And I’m not alone, I’ve rounded up a potential band and if you give us the chance, we can go out there and prove to you that we deserve this.’
Mr. Akashi’s dark eyes stared at me, almost as if though my words were enough to convince him. ‘I’ll tell you what we’ll do Shiroyama.’ He began. ‘I’ll give you and your band two weeks to go out and perform under our name, and if your shows are sold out, or if they do well, then you get the deal. Does that sound fair to you?’ My eyes shot up at him in disbelief. ‘Really? You would do that?! Of course it’s fair, more than fair actually!’ Mr. Akashi smiled, ‘Then that’s what we’ll do. Come back to me in two weeks, and don’t even bother with lying to me, because we’ll have our men at all your shows, so we’ll get good and veridical reports.’
After I got those wonderful news from him, I couldn’t help but run out the building in glee. I felt like a kid for a moment, a kid that just got a new bicycle and wanted to go out and ride it over and over on the same block. My first instinct was to call Takanori and tell him, but I remembered that idiot me left his cell phone at home. And I didn’t feel like going back just yet, so I went to get something to eat. Thankfully, the rain had stopped and the sun was peering out, I had never really liked the rain, it just made me feel sad for no reason. But at that moment I was rupturing with excitement, and nothing could ruin it.
‘Great, great, just wonderful, this is perfect.’ My mind thought over and over when I got to my apartment building and noticed the line of people outside and the numerous fire trucks. ‘This is just what I needed, my only place and items to burn down.’ I started panicking as I saw the flames coming out the windows, and selfishly the only thing I could think about were my items, my guitars, my clothes, all of it…it was all ruined. I didn’t care for anything else; I could only think of my stuff. I had nothing else but the clothes on my back, and it angered me that surely I had lost it all.
The firemen told us all to back away as they finished putting the fire out. I could feel the frustration gnawing at me and the insatiable thoughts of getting my shit out of there, but the odds predicted that everything most likely became ashes. I buried my face in the palms of my hands, and then I felt a hand touch my shoulder. ‘Yuu? Are you alright?’ Takanori asked frantically. ‘I heard the sirens and saw the smoke…but I’m glad you’re here and alive.’ I turned around and faced him, my face must have been a sight, because automatically Takanori’s eyes widened. ‘I-I’m just…why does this shit happen to me? Only me, it’s always me.’ Tears began clouding my sight rapidly, causing Takanori to hug me. ‘Listen Yuu.’ He said softly. ‘I know I hardly know you, but I know you’re upset right now and homeless…so if you want somewhere to stay, my house is open.’ I sighed as I pulled away, ‘If that’s fine then please, Takanori, I’m sorry.’ Takanori shushed me. ‘Don’t be, okay? This isn’t your fault, we’ll pick the pieces back up, don’t let this bring you down.’
We walked back to Takanori’s house; thankfully it was only a 10 minute walk, because in the mood I was in, walking wasn’t something I was up for. I was extremely grateful for Takanori’s act of kindness, I felt like I was automatically in debt with him, and thought that maybe a way to make it up to him was by telling him the record deal news. The only good thing right now, it seemed.
‘Takanori?’ I said as we settled in, ‘I have something to tell you.’ Takanori finished placing fresh sheets on the guest bed and looked up at me. ‘Yeah? What is it?’ he asked. I sat down on the bed and tried my hardest to smile, even if it was a fake smile. ‘I went to Ichihara Records today, and I spoke to the director of the company and well…he told me that he’s giving us a chance…’ Takanori sat down on the bed, as his eyes grew wide in curiosity. ‘Seriously?’ he asked. I nodded at him, ‘Wow, Yuu, do you know what this means? We might actually have a chance!’ ‘I know, but there’s a catch.’ I said as my tone of voice became disillusioned. ‘He wants us to play at venues for two weeks straight and if we have good shows and or sold out shows, he’ll give us the deal.’ Takanori’s lips formed a straight line. ‘Well, that doesn’t sound too bad.’ He bit down on his bottom lip. ‘We can do that! I’ll just let Akira and Kouyou know. Don’t you think we can do it? We’re just going to have to really commit.’ I nodded again, trying to be positive but the thought of losing everything still angered me. ‘I know, I know Takanori, but I have nothing! My guitars, my clothes, my amps, my computer…fuck. I lost everything.’ The tone of my voice was resentful, and Takanori could tell. ‘Yuu, I know. I feel for you, but Kouyou…’ there it was again…his name hit me like rapid fire. I didn’t care when Takanori said it just moments ago, but when he repeated it, his name just hit me out of nowhere. ‘…he can let you borrow his guitar. He has like four anyway.’ I grimaced, trying to hide the fact that I might possibly feel intimidated by Kouyou, and that I might possibly like him. ‘We’ll talk about this more tomorrow, don’t worry Yuu.’ Takanori said trying to change the subject. ‘It’s still kind of early, do you want anything?’ I shook my head. ‘You’ve done enough, trust me. Thank you.’ He smiled warmly. ‘I just hope things get sorted out for you.’ And in a matter of seconds, he walked out the room, shutting the door on his way.
The entire evening I stayed in Takanori’s guest room, I didn’t want to do anything. I felt defeated and upset. Everything I ever had was lost, and gone forever. I had worked my ass of to buy those guitars and amps, and I had lost them in a matter of minutes. Nothing could make up for my prized possessions, not even the good news about the record deal, and the worst part was, if I wanted to play the guitar, I was going to have to ask Kouyou to borrow his, and God only knew how petrified I was of that. I didn’t want to even think about it, the way Kouyou acted towards me was way too hostile. I felt like he hated me, and he barely even knew him. What was his deal anyway? And why am I overreacting?
Around 9 or 10 o’clock, Takanori knocked on the door and asked me if I wanted to eat. I kindly told him that I wasn’t hungry, but thanks anyway. He understood my current state and simply let me be. I didn’t mean to be rude or anything, I just wasn’t in the mood for anything. I felt like utter shit and just wanted to rest.
Quickly, I fell asleep and had reoccurring nightmares of the day, nightmares where I would see buildings burn in seconds and people screaming and dying. I woke up on various occasions sweating, and my head would begin pounding, but in minutes I was back asleep having the same nightmares again. In one particular dream, I saw Kouyou. And he was sitting in a meadow, the meadow was almost mythical, and the surroundings looked straight out of a fairy tale of some sort. All I could really remember was him sitting down looking at something, but it definitely wasn’t me. I felt like I couldn’t touch him, even as I could see my hand stretched out, he was untouchable. I woke up after that dream and my face was burning hot. The sweat had dried out, but my face was still sweltering. I closed my eyes again, but this time I couldn’t go back to sleep, instead I began thinking. I thought about everything at once; my future, the record deal…Kouyou.
I needed to see him…I was shaking, my body urged for me to get up and go find him. But I knew that something like that was impossible. What was I turning into? What is this man doing to me? Is he a mythical creature? I felt like a fool thinking such things, but I could care less. I just prayed that I could see Kouyou again…my Kouyou.
The next morning, I woke up and noticed Takanori in the room. He was opening the blinds and then he walked over to the dresser and got out some towels. ‘Good morning.’ He said joyfully. ‘I hope you slept well.’ I groaned as the sun shone in and almost blinded me, ‘Good morning…’ I replied sleepily. Takanori giggled, ‘Akira and Kouyou are coming over today…’ he said as he walked towards me. ‘It’s almost noon, so if you need to shower or use the bathroom, it’s just down the hall. Here are some fresh towels by the way.’ He placed two towels near my feet. ‘Seriously Takanori, you’re too kind to me.’ I said sheepishly. ‘I can’t thank you enough for your hospitality.’ He grunted. ‘Non-sense! It’s no big deal! And um, I have a few items of clothing in that closet that I don’t wear because they’re too big on me; I figured they might fit you since you’re taller.’ He scratched the back of his head, ‘I don’t wanna keep you in those same clothes forever.’
I thanked Takanori a thousand times before I got up and practically rushed inside the bathroom, and oh, how amazing it felt to pee after so many hours. I was enthralled in euphoria as I finished. I began taking my clothes off and stepped inside Takanori’s shower. It did feel a bit odd at 1st, being in some one else’s shower, not wanting to mess anything up, no knowing what to touch. Everything in his shower was so organized and detailed. He had about five bottles of shampoo and conditioner, not to mention the ten bottles of body wash and moisturizers. I took a little bit of shampoo and lathered my hair up, and then I began washing my body with the intricate lavender vanilla body wash.
I finished my shower and dried up, then I peep toed my way back to the guest room, I could already hear voices downstairs, but I didn’t hear Kouyou’s. I felt sort of relieved, but at the same time I wanted to see him. I wanted to see his reaction after he saw me here, and in Takanori’s clothes. I let a sly grin spread across my face, hm, what would Kouyou think of this anyway?
Clearly I’m not doing anything wrong, maybe if he finds out what happened to me, then he might feel sympathy towards me. I wasn’t expecting anything from him of course, it was just one of those things I liked to think about, and I mean it is the humane thing to do. I dressed quickly and then stepped downstairs, only to find Takanori sitting at the coffee table drinking orange juice and skimming over some fashion magazine.
‘Good morning, now more formally.’ I said, trying to be more cheery. He looked up as he smiled at me, ‘Good morning Yuu!’ he exclaimed. ‘I made eggs and toast, I’m not very crafty when it comes to cooking, but you’re free to get anything else if you’d like.’ I shook my head, ‘No, no, that’s perfect actually.’ I walked inside the kitchen, and again, I marveled at how detailed every aspect of Takanori’s house was. The kitchen had a sort of psychedelic gothic theme to it, the floor was covered in black tile and the walls were painted a form of maroon and purple. ‘This kitchen…is interesting.’ I said lowly. ‘What was that?’ Takanori called back. ‘Nothing.’ I replied.
I grabbed some toast and eggs and went to join Takanori back at the table. ‘This looks really tasty.’ I said as I took a bite of toast. Takanori was sitting Indian style on one of the leather chairs, ‘I hope you like it.’ He laughed. ‘It’s simple but made with love…Would you like coffee?’ I nodded, ‘That sounds wonderful, yes please.’ Takanori stood up and went inside his kitchen. I looked around his house; clearly Takanori was rich, because this house was beautiful. The curtains looked as if they were custom made, the floors were definitely custom made…they looked straight out of a home magazine. Everything was eccentric, yet simple in a way…but everything held a beautiful simplicity, I guess it suited Takanori.
‘Here you go.’ Takanori said as he handed me the cup of coffee. ‘Enjoy.’ I took it gladly and set it down. ‘Ah, it’s hot.’ I exclaimed. ‘It’s freshly brewed Yuu.’ Takanori smirked. ‘I love my coffee dark and rich…if not, I can’t drink it.’ ‘Exactly like me.’ I said smiling. ‘I can only drink my coffee black…once I was at my ex-girlfriend’s house and she tried to give me warm coffee, and I almost left.’ Takanori burst out laughing, ‘Seriously?! Who actually gives out warm coffee?’ ‘I know! I was like you’ve got to be kidding me!?’ We both laughed whole-heartedly. ‘But this coffee is perfect.’ I commented. ‘Just how I like it.’
When both Takanori and I finished drinking our coffee, I helped him clean up. He wanted to make sure the house looked tidy and organized, because he hated having guests over in a dirty home. Though I wondered why he was so OCD about his house being clean if it already looked immaculate. I shrugged and helped anyway, it was the least I could do. He had offered me to stay for as long as I wanted to, but I didn’t want to take advantage of him. It would make me feel awful if I did.
‘Akira and Kouyou should be over soon. Akira just called me.’ Takanori called from the living room, ‘Maybe this time we won’t argue.’ I chuckled. ‘You guys got in a pretty good argument last time…’ I walked into the living room, sitting down on the couch, feeling a little too comfortable. ‘I know, I know.’ Takanori said. ‘But I just hate fighting with him, or with anyone. He has such idealistic thoughts, and I do too, so we always clash.’ I sighed, knowing exactly what he meant. ‘I know, but it’s always good to hear what someone else has to say, especially someone that has similar views.’ I said trying to sound more constructive. ‘You should try speaking to Kouyou more.’ Takanori suggested, changing the subject. ‘I think you and him could become great friends.’ I looked away, ‘I would, but he’s not very approachable.’ Takanori huffed. ‘Nah, Kouyou’s a great person; you just have to try a little harder. He’s just shy, that’s all.’ I nodded. ‘Okay, I’ll try this time, promise.’ Takanori lightly punched my shoulder, ‘That’s the spirit!’ And before I could say anything, the doorbell rang. ‘Oh boy….’ I thought, another hour of awkward 101 with Kouyou. Great.
(Chapter 1.)
Author: mariakouyou
Rating: PG-13, for now.
Pairings: AoixUruha
Genre: Cursing, angst, future fluff & suggestive situations.
Disclaimer: I just own the storyline, not these gorgeous men. *sob*
Summary: Yuu is determined to start his musical career, he has it all, talent, drive, and a possible band...but something gets in his way and perturbs his train of thought....Kouyou.
‘Mr. Akashi! I-I didn’t know this was you!’ I exclaimed confoundedly. ‘Hello, nice to meet you sir, I’m Yuu Shiroyama.’ I extended out my hand and shook his hand firmly. ‘It’s a pleasure to meet you too Mr. Shiroyama.’ He smiled almost cunningly as he studied me. ‘Please Mr. Shiroyama, sit down.’ I sat down timidly on the chair in front of his desk, and waited for him to say something else. ‘So, I read over your resume and emails thoroughly, and you seem highly interested in getting a record deal, I mean, I can’t promise you that you’ll get one over night, because we don’t just hand those out, you’ll have to go out there and prove to us that you want this.’ I bit the inside of my mouth as his piercing eyes penetrated in the back of my skull, I was a pro at getting intimidated easily, so his stare wasn’t helping the cause. ‘Well, Mr. Akashi, I can promise you that I’ve been working extremely hard and I truly want this, more than you know. And I’m not alone, I’ve rounded up a potential band and if you give us the chance, we can go out there and prove to you that we deserve this.’
Mr. Akashi’s dark eyes stared at me, almost as if though my words were enough to convince him. ‘I’ll tell you what we’ll do Shiroyama.’ He began. ‘I’ll give you and your band two weeks to go out and perform under our name, and if your shows are sold out, or if they do well, then you get the deal. Does that sound fair to you?’ My eyes shot up at him in disbelief. ‘Really? You would do that?! Of course it’s fair, more than fair actually!’ Mr. Akashi smiled, ‘Then that’s what we’ll do. Come back to me in two weeks, and don’t even bother with lying to me, because we’ll have our men at all your shows, so we’ll get good and veridical reports.’
After I got those wonderful news from him, I couldn’t help but run out the building in glee. I felt like a kid for a moment, a kid that just got a new bicycle and wanted to go out and ride it over and over on the same block. My first instinct was to call Takanori and tell him, but I remembered that idiot me left his cell phone at home. And I didn’t feel like going back just yet, so I went to get something to eat. Thankfully, the rain had stopped and the sun was peering out, I had never really liked the rain, it just made me feel sad for no reason. But at that moment I was rupturing with excitement, and nothing could ruin it.
‘Great, great, just wonderful, this is perfect.’ My mind thought over and over when I got to my apartment building and noticed the line of people outside and the numerous fire trucks. ‘This is just what I needed, my only place and items to burn down.’ I started panicking as I saw the flames coming out the windows, and selfishly the only thing I could think about were my items, my guitars, my clothes, all of it…it was all ruined. I didn’t care for anything else; I could only think of my stuff. I had nothing else but the clothes on my back, and it angered me that surely I had lost it all.
The firemen told us all to back away as they finished putting the fire out. I could feel the frustration gnawing at me and the insatiable thoughts of getting my shit out of there, but the odds predicted that everything most likely became ashes. I buried my face in the palms of my hands, and then I felt a hand touch my shoulder. ‘Yuu? Are you alright?’ Takanori asked frantically. ‘I heard the sirens and saw the smoke…but I’m glad you’re here and alive.’ I turned around and faced him, my face must have been a sight, because automatically Takanori’s eyes widened. ‘I-I’m just…why does this shit happen to me? Only me, it’s always me.’ Tears began clouding my sight rapidly, causing Takanori to hug me. ‘Listen Yuu.’ He said softly. ‘I know I hardly know you, but I know you’re upset right now and homeless…so if you want somewhere to stay, my house is open.’ I sighed as I pulled away, ‘If that’s fine then please, Takanori, I’m sorry.’ Takanori shushed me. ‘Don’t be, okay? This isn’t your fault, we’ll pick the pieces back up, don’t let this bring you down.’
We walked back to Takanori’s house; thankfully it was only a 10 minute walk, because in the mood I was in, walking wasn’t something I was up for. I was extremely grateful for Takanori’s act of kindness, I felt like I was automatically in debt with him, and thought that maybe a way to make it up to him was by telling him the record deal news. The only good thing right now, it seemed.
‘Takanori?’ I said as we settled in, ‘I have something to tell you.’ Takanori finished placing fresh sheets on the guest bed and looked up at me. ‘Yeah? What is it?’ he asked. I sat down on the bed and tried my hardest to smile, even if it was a fake smile. ‘I went to Ichihara Records today, and I spoke to the director of the company and well…he told me that he’s giving us a chance…’ Takanori sat down on the bed, as his eyes grew wide in curiosity. ‘Seriously?’ he asked. I nodded at him, ‘Wow, Yuu, do you know what this means? We might actually have a chance!’ ‘I know, but there’s a catch.’ I said as my tone of voice became disillusioned. ‘He wants us to play at venues for two weeks straight and if we have good shows and or sold out shows, he’ll give us the deal.’ Takanori’s lips formed a straight line. ‘Well, that doesn’t sound too bad.’ He bit down on his bottom lip. ‘We can do that! I’ll just let Akira and Kouyou know. Don’t you think we can do it? We’re just going to have to really commit.’ I nodded again, trying to be positive but the thought of losing everything still angered me. ‘I know, I know Takanori, but I have nothing! My guitars, my clothes, my amps, my computer…fuck. I lost everything.’ The tone of my voice was resentful, and Takanori could tell. ‘Yuu, I know. I feel for you, but Kouyou…’ there it was again…his name hit me like rapid fire. I didn’t care when Takanori said it just moments ago, but when he repeated it, his name just hit me out of nowhere. ‘…he can let you borrow his guitar. He has like four anyway.’ I grimaced, trying to hide the fact that I might possibly feel intimidated by Kouyou, and that I might possibly like him. ‘We’ll talk about this more tomorrow, don’t worry Yuu.’ Takanori said trying to change the subject. ‘It’s still kind of early, do you want anything?’ I shook my head. ‘You’ve done enough, trust me. Thank you.’ He smiled warmly. ‘I just hope things get sorted out for you.’ And in a matter of seconds, he walked out the room, shutting the door on his way.
The entire evening I stayed in Takanori’s guest room, I didn’t want to do anything. I felt defeated and upset. Everything I ever had was lost, and gone forever. I had worked my ass of to buy those guitars and amps, and I had lost them in a matter of minutes. Nothing could make up for my prized possessions, not even the good news about the record deal, and the worst part was, if I wanted to play the guitar, I was going to have to ask Kouyou to borrow his, and God only knew how petrified I was of that. I didn’t want to even think about it, the way Kouyou acted towards me was way too hostile. I felt like he hated me, and he barely even knew him. What was his deal anyway? And why am I overreacting?
Around 9 or 10 o’clock, Takanori knocked on the door and asked me if I wanted to eat. I kindly told him that I wasn’t hungry, but thanks anyway. He understood my current state and simply let me be. I didn’t mean to be rude or anything, I just wasn’t in the mood for anything. I felt like utter shit and just wanted to rest.
Quickly, I fell asleep and had reoccurring nightmares of the day, nightmares where I would see buildings burn in seconds and people screaming and dying. I woke up on various occasions sweating, and my head would begin pounding, but in minutes I was back asleep having the same nightmares again. In one particular dream, I saw Kouyou. And he was sitting in a meadow, the meadow was almost mythical, and the surroundings looked straight out of a fairy tale of some sort. All I could really remember was him sitting down looking at something, but it definitely wasn’t me. I felt like I couldn’t touch him, even as I could see my hand stretched out, he was untouchable. I woke up after that dream and my face was burning hot. The sweat had dried out, but my face was still sweltering. I closed my eyes again, but this time I couldn’t go back to sleep, instead I began thinking. I thought about everything at once; my future, the record deal…Kouyou.
I needed to see him…I was shaking, my body urged for me to get up and go find him. But I knew that something like that was impossible. What was I turning into? What is this man doing to me? Is he a mythical creature? I felt like a fool thinking such things, but I could care less. I just prayed that I could see Kouyou again…my Kouyou.
The next morning, I woke up and noticed Takanori in the room. He was opening the blinds and then he walked over to the dresser and got out some towels. ‘Good morning.’ He said joyfully. ‘I hope you slept well.’ I groaned as the sun shone in and almost blinded me, ‘Good morning…’ I replied sleepily. Takanori giggled, ‘Akira and Kouyou are coming over today…’ he said as he walked towards me. ‘It’s almost noon, so if you need to shower or use the bathroom, it’s just down the hall. Here are some fresh towels by the way.’ He placed two towels near my feet. ‘Seriously Takanori, you’re too kind to me.’ I said sheepishly. ‘I can’t thank you enough for your hospitality.’ He grunted. ‘Non-sense! It’s no big deal! And um, I have a few items of clothing in that closet that I don’t wear because they’re too big on me; I figured they might fit you since you’re taller.’ He scratched the back of his head, ‘I don’t wanna keep you in those same clothes forever.’
I thanked Takanori a thousand times before I got up and practically rushed inside the bathroom, and oh, how amazing it felt to pee after so many hours. I was enthralled in euphoria as I finished. I began taking my clothes off and stepped inside Takanori’s shower. It did feel a bit odd at 1st, being in some one else’s shower, not wanting to mess anything up, no knowing what to touch. Everything in his shower was so organized and detailed. He had about five bottles of shampoo and conditioner, not to mention the ten bottles of body wash and moisturizers. I took a little bit of shampoo and lathered my hair up, and then I began washing my body with the intricate lavender vanilla body wash.
I finished my shower and dried up, then I peep toed my way back to the guest room, I could already hear voices downstairs, but I didn’t hear Kouyou’s. I felt sort of relieved, but at the same time I wanted to see him. I wanted to see his reaction after he saw me here, and in Takanori’s clothes. I let a sly grin spread across my face, hm, what would Kouyou think of this anyway?
Clearly I’m not doing anything wrong, maybe if he finds out what happened to me, then he might feel sympathy towards me. I wasn’t expecting anything from him of course, it was just one of those things I liked to think about, and I mean it is the humane thing to do. I dressed quickly and then stepped downstairs, only to find Takanori sitting at the coffee table drinking orange juice and skimming over some fashion magazine.
‘Good morning, now more formally.’ I said, trying to be more cheery. He looked up as he smiled at me, ‘Good morning Yuu!’ he exclaimed. ‘I made eggs and toast, I’m not very crafty when it comes to cooking, but you’re free to get anything else if you’d like.’ I shook my head, ‘No, no, that’s perfect actually.’ I walked inside the kitchen, and again, I marveled at how detailed every aspect of Takanori’s house was. The kitchen had a sort of psychedelic gothic theme to it, the floor was covered in black tile and the walls were painted a form of maroon and purple. ‘This kitchen…is interesting.’ I said lowly. ‘What was that?’ Takanori called back. ‘Nothing.’ I replied.
I grabbed some toast and eggs and went to join Takanori back at the table. ‘This looks really tasty.’ I said as I took a bite of toast. Takanori was sitting Indian style on one of the leather chairs, ‘I hope you like it.’ He laughed. ‘It’s simple but made with love…Would you like coffee?’ I nodded, ‘That sounds wonderful, yes please.’ Takanori stood up and went inside his kitchen. I looked around his house; clearly Takanori was rich, because this house was beautiful. The curtains looked as if they were custom made, the floors were definitely custom made…they looked straight out of a home magazine. Everything was eccentric, yet simple in a way…but everything held a beautiful simplicity, I guess it suited Takanori.
‘Here you go.’ Takanori said as he handed me the cup of coffee. ‘Enjoy.’ I took it gladly and set it down. ‘Ah, it’s hot.’ I exclaimed. ‘It’s freshly brewed Yuu.’ Takanori smirked. ‘I love my coffee dark and rich…if not, I can’t drink it.’ ‘Exactly like me.’ I said smiling. ‘I can only drink my coffee black…once I was at my ex-girlfriend’s house and she tried to give me warm coffee, and I almost left.’ Takanori burst out laughing, ‘Seriously?! Who actually gives out warm coffee?’ ‘I know! I was like you’ve got to be kidding me!?’ We both laughed whole-heartedly. ‘But this coffee is perfect.’ I commented. ‘Just how I like it.’
When both Takanori and I finished drinking our coffee, I helped him clean up. He wanted to make sure the house looked tidy and organized, because he hated having guests over in a dirty home. Though I wondered why he was so OCD about his house being clean if it already looked immaculate. I shrugged and helped anyway, it was the least I could do. He had offered me to stay for as long as I wanted to, but I didn’t want to take advantage of him. It would make me feel awful if I did.
‘Akira and Kouyou should be over soon. Akira just called me.’ Takanori called from the living room, ‘Maybe this time we won’t argue.’ I chuckled. ‘You guys got in a pretty good argument last time…’ I walked into the living room, sitting down on the couch, feeling a little too comfortable. ‘I know, I know.’ Takanori said. ‘But I just hate fighting with him, or with anyone. He has such idealistic thoughts, and I do too, so we always clash.’ I sighed, knowing exactly what he meant. ‘I know, but it’s always good to hear what someone else has to say, especially someone that has similar views.’ I said trying to sound more constructive. ‘You should try speaking to Kouyou more.’ Takanori suggested, changing the subject. ‘I think you and him could become great friends.’ I looked away, ‘I would, but he’s not very approachable.’ Takanori huffed. ‘Nah, Kouyou’s a great person; you just have to try a little harder. He’s just shy, that’s all.’ I nodded. ‘Okay, I’ll try this time, promise.’ Takanori lightly punched my shoulder, ‘That’s the spirit!’ And before I could say anything, the doorbell rang. ‘Oh boy….’ I thought, another hour of awkward 101 with Kouyou. Great.
(Chapter 1.)