[Log]: Ohtori Choutarou and Oshitari Yuushi

[glassesgenius]

Who: Oshitari Yuushi and Ohtori Choutarou (or "Choutari" as I originally wrote)
What: Yuushi delivers the cake he baked to Ohtori and as they say - the way to a man's heart is through his stomach.
When: Sunday Aug 24
Where: Ohtori's room, in town, in a park
Rating: PG-13



Oshitari grabbed the box out of the refrigerator and some courage. He was going to go see Ohtori and give him a cake. He wondered how the other boy would respond. His mind instantly went to cake-make outs but he doubted the other boy would be up for that. Oshitari sighed, briefly wishing he had thought to make a violin in icing on it, but hoped the beautifully decorated 'O' was enough. He left his room - after locking it of course, and knocked on Ohtori's door.

Ohtori blinked when he heard the knock. He hadn't been aware he'd just been lying in bed, staring at the ceiling, until that moment. He was even still dressed in the suit his instructor had had him wear during the performances, since she hadn't given him a chance to change out of it before dropping him off here at school. He sat up and got off his bed, dusting off his suit and hoping it hadn't gotten too wrinkled, then opened the door and blinked again. "Oshitari-senpai."

Oshitari stared at the man in suit. He looked - if possible - even better than the usual way the silver haired boy looked, "Ohtori. Welcome home," Oshitari purred, "I baked you a cake while you were away, and thought we could enjoy some of it." Oshitari took notice of Ohtori's bed (they were after all his favorite features of rooms) - it looked slightly messier than usual as though the boy had just awoken from a nap, "Ah! If you're tired though it can wait until later..."

Ohtori shook his head and opened his door wider, letting Oshitari in. "It's just been a long week, though I'm not really tired yet." He gave his senpai a smile. "Make yourself comfortable. It's good to see a friendly face again, instead of a bunch of strangers I've never met," he chuckled, finding it ironic that really, Oshitari too was a stranger he'd only met recently.

Oshitari nodded, "It's hard to meet people, I think. I find it rather stressful actually - having to hold conversations with people you've never met and all." He put the cake down on the other boy's counter, "Would you care for some now? Or would you like to have a real bite to eat and then have this for dessert?"

Ohtori chuckled. "Especially when they're snooty, looking down their noses at you like you're just some snot-nosed kid, calling you a plebian because you don't care for the taste of caviar." Yuck. Fish eggs. "But it was fun, hearing them talk among themselves as I took the stage, and hearing the silence as I played." He liked that moment, where he proved to them that even a snot-nosed plebian kid wasnn't always what he appeared to be.

He eyed the cake a little. "Mm...I really probably should have something more substantial, but...I'm craving something sweet. Besides. I think I earned a little treat," he grinned.

"Caviar isn't all that great anyway. I am a fan of fish, however, but...not so much caviar. Sometimes it can be quite the delicacy though," Oshitari answered with a smile, "why am I not surprised that you silenced them with your playing? You are quite talented after all." He had missed Ohtori, quite a lot, even though he imagined his affection for the other boy was not returned, "We ought to - but who doesn't love to kick back and just eat sugar for a meal? Would you like me to cut it?" Oshitari asked.

Ohtori nodded. "Please, do. I'd like to take a moment to change, so I don't get my suit any dirtier than it has to be." He'd have to have it dry cleaned regardless, but he didn't want the risk of having to have the cleaners get cake out of it. He smiled at Oshitari, then turned towards his closet to choose a change of clothes. It really was good to be back.

Oshitari's thoughts instantly drifted to Ohtori changing in front of him, but he knew his luck was -not- that great. He imagined the boy would scamper off to some other room to change rather than allowing Oshitari to enjoy the eye candy but that was okay too. But before that happened he had to give the boy a compliment, "Most people look uncomfortable in suits. You look quite nice in one," Oshitari said blushing slightly. He then turned his focus back to the cake and looked around for a knife, two plates and forks.

Ohtori removed his jacket and placed it on it's proper hanger, then began working loose the tie. "Most people look uncomfortable in suits because so many of them rent suits, or don't know how they're really supposed to fit." He draped the tie around the hanger, then began to unbutton his shirt, though he kept his back to Oshitari. "What a lot of them don't know is that with the right fit and a good tailor, any suit can be almost as comfortable as jeans and a T-shirt." He untucked the ends of his shirt and glanced over his shoulder. "There should be plastic utensils in the top drawer of my dresser, I think."

Oshitari was very glad that his mouth had not dropped when Ohtori began to remove his jacket because the other boy would have noticed this when he glanced over to tell Oshitari about the utensils. Was he about to get a strip tease from Ohtori? His mind flipped. This was Ohtori. Ohtori, who claimed to refuse Oshitari's advances. Was it possible he had a chance with the other boy? In order to milk this for what it was worth, Oshitari realized he would have to keep the conversation moving, or Ohtori might recognize how like his usual self Oshitari was behaving, "I dislike suits simply because I find them...unnecessary. But, the ones that I have, are in fact quite comfortable. But it's rather like an instrument, don't you think?" he smiled wondering how proud Ohtori would be to discover how often he was practicing with Claudia, "Ah, thanks!" he said as he found the utensils but focused his eyes on the other boy - hoping to see more of his body.

"I can see the reasons for them, most of the time, though sometimes I think people dress up just for the sake of dressing up." Ohtori smiled when he saw Oshitari find the utensils and turned back around, fingers undoing the buttons of his shirt one by one. "What I like least about them is wearing them in the heat. So many layers, when all you really want to do is walk around shirtless." He chuckled a little and slid his dress shirt off and hung it up, too, then pulled at the undershirt he'd had to wear. It was a little too small and clung to him like another layer of skin, but it was the only one he had that even sort of still fit.

"Well, I would agree with you there. I think though it can be a ridiculous symbol of class when it gets to a certain point though," Oshitari answered. He liked his suits. He did. Honestly, they were tailored and made for him, and he loved finding ties to wear with them, but he hated going to parties and having them be an expectation, "I guess I just find them rather...lacking creativity? I mean, aside from the ties, most suits look just about the same. Girls, can pick and wear," he paused taking notice now of Ohtori's shirtless body. He was still wearing an undershirt, but now Oshitari had a full view of how muscular the other boy was. He admired the boy's shoulders but tried to continue his train of thought, "pretty...much many different...things...dresses...stuff." Shit he thought. Ohtori was way too toned. What sport did he play?! He couldn't simply be a musician with a body like that. Oshitari prayed that the under shirt would come off, but regained his focus, "Yes. You are right though, it would suck to be a girl in the summer. At least we can get away without wearing shirts some of the time," he smiled and put the slices of cake onto plates.

Hmm. Jeans and a T shirt. Sounded about right, actually, for as comfortable as he wanted to be. He leaned against the wall and raised one foot, then the other, to remove shoes and socks. Then he undid his belt and stepped out of the pants, placing them neatly folded on their proper hanger before pulling out his favorite pair of jeans and sliding them on over his boxers. "Suits may not be really creative, but think of it this way. With all the options girls have, it's got to be hard to choose what to wear to what event, whether or not it's too nice or not nice enough...whether or not you've got appropriate shoes to wear, and all those matching accessories..." He'd seen his sister get ready for formal events plenty of times, and she always had a hard time deciding. "Suits are much simpler." He tugged off his undershirt and tossed it - and his socks - into the laundry basket, before going through his t-shirts and trying to decide which one to wear.

He stared intensely at the delicious looking legs in front of him. It took all of Oshitari's self control -not- to run over to the other boy and just begin kissing his feet and begging for him, "Good point naturally. You really can never go wrong with a suit," he answered, "My sister has spent many hours going through her closet and trying to find the perfect outfit for events. And even required more - which one would think was impossible with her closet," he chuckled. And now Ohtori was shirtless. Unfortunately he had put on pants, but Yuushi dared not to tell him to 'stop' for fear that the rest of the show would and he'd never have another chance seeing one. If it were possible, Ohtori had an amazing looking back. Oshitari rarely checked out people's backs because...well...he simply hadn't seen Ohtori's. And the way it connected to Ohtori's perfectly sculpted arms. And Ohtori's perfectly sculpted neck, and Ohtori's perfectly sculpted Ohtori-ness.

Ohtori picked out a plain blue v-neck shirt and tugged it on as he turned around, his muscles shifting with the motions. The shirt was a bit snug, but not nearly as much as the undershirt had been, and the v was low enough to show the cross necklace he always wore. "My sister had so many clothes she'd have hysterics trying to pick out the right outfit, sometimes. We knew it was hysterics because she'd literally empty her closet and swear she had nothing to wear, and that we had to go shopping to find something right this instant." He laughed a little, remembering it. "But that was when she was younger, about the age I am now, actually. She's grown out of it, mostly."

Oshitari gleamed at the shirt that Ohtori picked, it was tight enough to see the delectable muscles on Ohtori. He wondered how low cut the shirt was - but he unfortunately could not tell from his current angle, the story did amuse him though, "I wish my sister would outgrow that. Her closet is only slightly smaller than the size of this room, and she -still- uses mine for 'needed extra space,'" Oshitari sighed, "I do adore her though, so I suppose it's okay. Though, you'd never hear me tell her that."

Ohtori sat down on his bed and picked at the left knee of his pants, where the material had been worn so thin that it was nothing but a few stray strings and a hole over his knee. He should've thrown the jeans out a long time ago, but they were perfectly broken in and so comfortable that he just couldn't part with them. "I'm not sure some girls ever do. I guess I'm lucky that as my sister got older, she became a little more...tomboyish. She doesn't fuss so much about hair or makeup or clothes...though she still buys every pair of shoes she can find. And she always manages to be pretty. Though I think it has something to do with her having had to get a job and start buying her own clothes. It's made her more conscious of how much she buys, and she actually thinks about it, now." He leaned back on his hands and crossed his legs at the knee, left leg over right.

Oshitari watched the other boy and admired his...yes knee. He was sinking fast. How could he be this obsessive over someone? And why wasn't it only physical? Why did he actually care enough to want to hear about this boy's sister? About this boy's life? "I doubt my sister ever will have to worry about that," Oshitari answered with a frown, "I think she would love to work, and would love to inherit the family business herself. However, she long ago realized that not allowed by my father. The second there was a son, I snatched it away from her. And now, she's allowed to be nothing more than a socialite. And yet, she still works hard. I intend to give her some sort of job, because I find it quite unfair," Oshitari did. He disagreed with his father in so many ways, and although he disagreed with his sister, she had been the only other one to step up in his defense, "I do like that my sister wears make up though. Personally I prefer natural colors on girls or natural looks, but she allows me to do her makeup and it's sort of one of the few places we don't argue and she simply allows me to go to work."

Ohtori blinked. "You do your sister's makeup?" he asked, surprised and curious. His sister had tried to put makeup on him, a few times, when he was still too young to really get it, but she'd never ever let him return the favor, even when they were just kids.

Oshitari blushed a bit, remembering that he was telling this to a guy, "Ye-yeah I do. I actually did Keiko's for the dance too...I always used to watch it get done to Mother, and I'm sort of familiar with coloring and all that. When my Mother was modeling, I would talk to all the designers and what not. It's like getting to paint on a person. I find it very relaxing and she'd allow me to use her as a model for my photos in exchange for make-up." Remembering the cake, Oshitari hand a plate to Ohtori and took his own plate, then rather carefully, he took a seat next to Ohtori on the bed. He made sure there was a safe distance between him and Ohtori - as he was desiring for the other boy to respect him, not to simply sleep with him, "I hope it's good."

Ohtori smiled and chuckled a little. "That's kind of neat, actually. I used to like doing coloring books and, while I imagine it's not really the same, I can kind of imagine it might be similar." He'd never been any good with the coloring books, though. Never could stay inside the lines well, or choose realistic enough colors to satisfy his sister's teasing. "It looks delicious, senpai," he smiled, taking the plate and murmuring a soft 'itadakimasu' before tasting a forkful of it. "Mmmmmmmm...."

"Some what, actually, I enjoyed that kind of thing too. I like art, but I focus on photography and writing. Still, on occasion I like doing other things like painting or drawing, but I guess the makeup thing is something I was just used to..." He flushed red a bit, embarrassed about so easily admitting that to this boy, "No more sempai remember, Cho-ta-rou-sama?" Oshitari reminded the younger boy shaking a finger at him and smiled as he heard the smaller boy's clear sound of pleasure at eating the cake. And decided to give it a bite himself. He was a touch surprised, it was nothing like any of the cake's he had made by his own chefs, but it was clearly good.

Ohtori laughed a little and bat at Oshitari's finger. "You know it's not going to be that easy of a habit for me to break, sen-- Oshitari." It felt weird, to leave the suffix off. Like he was being disrespectful, but...like Atobe-senpai had told him once on the journals, it wasn't really disrespectful if the person told you to leave it off.

He took another bite of the cake, smiling and humming a little to himself. He'd had the expensive cakes before, the ones that were supposed to be from the finest bakeries with the finest ingredients, but he always liked homemade ones better.

Oshitari smiled, "That's better. You can call me Yuushi if you'd like. Whatever feels more comfortable to you, but no suffixes. Please, I don't consider myself above you and I try not to see myself as above anyone else. Well, I -am- certainly better than people, but not above them," Oshitari joked and took another bite of cake, "I should bake these more often. I had no idea making a cake by myself was so satisfying, and still somewhat tasty."

Ohtori shook his head. Noooooo way was he going to be calling anybody by their first name anytime soon. That was a privelege, an honor reserved for close, intimate relationships - lovers, and maybe childhood friends - and he and Oshitari were just senpai and kouhai - friends, at most. "That's not why I use the suffixes. It's just...how I was brought up. It doesn't really have much to do with whether I think someone's better than me or not."

He smiled around another mouthful of cake, and spoke only after he'd swallowed it. "I love baking. If I didn't love music so much, I think I'd try to be a pastry chef, or something."

"You were raised well, we've been through this, but I told you - I was raised hearing 'Oshitari-sama' constantly. And I can't quite see it as a form of respect, but as degrading to the person that says it. I mean, I call people that are far elder than me '-san' but not people that I consider friends," Oshitari explained again. He wondered what Ohtori considered him. Probably not much. He hardly knew him after all, why did Oshitari feel so strangely about the other boy anyway? "Do you?" He asked, and then he blushed a bit. He didn't know how to ask the next thing properly and blurted it out, "Could we maybe together...eat something you've made?"

Ohtori chuckled. "I bet you can't guess how long it took me to stop adding the -san to my old best friend's name," he grinned. Even his sister had told him he should've dropped it way sooner than he had, but he couldn't help it.

He didn't answer right away, because he was busy sucking on the fork and licking off the traces of icing that were left. When he finished, he pulled the fork from his mouth to answer. "Of course we could. Is there anything in particular you'd like? Or anything you don't like or are allergic to, so I know what to avoid, at least?"

"Did you ever stop?" Oshitari asked smiling slightly wondering what Ohtori's best friend would be like. He was tempted to ask him and figure out how to be like him and hope that would make Ohtori like him. He watched the way Ohtori licked the icing off the fork and tried not to have the obvious imagery associated with it, the blushed a bit, "Anything you'd like to make. I don't...want...to trouble you," he shook his head, "I don't think I'm allergic to anything. As for dislike...if it were made by you...I don't think I could dislike it." It was cheesy, but slightly true. The idea that Ohtori had even considered making him anything was flattering enough to make his knees feel weak, but he focused on the empty plate, "Um...would you like more?"

"I did stop! Although...it took me four years." He chuckled a little, embarrassed. "We had kind of known each other for a year, in classes, sometimes working together on projects, and we got along, but we never really hung out. Then we started hanging out as friends, and for three more years, I still called him Shimizu-san. It took me another year of calling him Shimizu-kun, before I could really just call him Shimizu. And even then, he kept trying to get me to call him by his first name, but he was teasing about that. ...I think." He grinned at the memory of his old friend, and could practically hear his voice, saying, Choutarou! You can call me Koichi, you know. It's not like I'm going to bite you for doing it, and If you call me Shimizu one more time, I'm going to start calling you Choutan like your sister does. He spaced out a little, managing somehow to entirely miss Oshitari's question.

Oshitari smiled as he listened to Ohtori's story but felt a slight pang of jealousy towards the this 'Shimizu'. It was only recently that Oshitari himself had made a real friend and that was proving difficult enough, and somehow someone had been friends with Ohtori for four years? Wow, "Do you miss him?" He asked hoping it wouldn't be a touchy subject but that he could see more of this new side of Ohtori and he could learn more about the boy. But he had no idea what it was like to move away from a friend.

"I...well. Yes, and no. Once we got to middle school, he changed. He became someone that I couldn't stand to be around anymore, so we stopped hanging out. I miss who he was when we were in elementary school, but not who he grew up into." Ohtori shook his head, as if he could physically shake away the negative thoughts that came to mind. He smiled after a moment, but it was still a little sad. "But. I have a new school, and new friends that like me just the way I am. That's what matters." He gave Oshitari a little grin.

Oshitari tried to look as though he understood this. He knew this from literature but he'd never experienced a changed friend, he also knew that people changed, but again, it wasn't something he was very experienced with, "You lost your best friend? That's ... horrible. I'm sorry for asking," and he meant it. And then he watched Ohtori's fairly quick recovery, "You're right. I...I like you the way you are, and I hope you stay yourself," it wasn't quite a confession, but he didn't want to seem pressuring on Ohtori, although he could not help the slight flush rise to his cheeks.

Ohtori set the plate beside him on the bed and curled up a little, pulling his knees towards his chin and resting the heels of his feet on the edge of his bed. "I think of it more like I chose to give him up. I could have stayed his friend, and let myself be changed with him, into something that I despised, or I could let go, and stay true to myself. It surprised me, that it wasn't really a hard decision." He shrugged. "Don't be sorry. Friends tell each other these kinds of things, after all," he smiled, and he meant it. "Don't worry, Oshitari-se-- ..... Oshitari. I am who I am, and the only person I'm going to allow to change that is me." It came out firm, determined, and in truth, it was a little bit of that harder side of himself that he kept hidden away.

Oshitari nodded trying to take it all in, "I think you made a good choice. Not everyone would be able to keep up their own standard of morals. Though, it doesn't quite surprise me that you did, you have quite an amount of strength." And he found himself turning about 5 shades darker to being called Ohtori's friend. He smiled at the other boy correcting himself and said, "If you feel you are changing yourself to call me Oshitari...then you can call me whatever you want..." He saw the side of Ohtori that had first attracted him on the internet. The kind that stuck quite true to himself, "Ohtori...-san. Would..." He tried to start the question he wanted to ask but decided perhaps it was too early.

Ohtori smiled a little at the way Oshitari was blushing. It was kind of cute, in a way, and he bit his lip to keep from teasing him about it. That was the kind of thing his sister would do, and he was not his sister. Instead, he shook his head. "I think it would be good for me, to have someone I can not put a suffix to." He'd been thinking that maybe why he fought it so hard, these days, was to protect himself from another Shimizu incident. By not getting so close, it wouldn't hurt as much if he had to choose to leave them behind again. He waited a moment, to see if Oshitari was going to finish his question, but when it became clear that he wasn't, Ohtori let it go. He was never one to press on the 'nevermind's, whether spoken or not.

Oshitari nodded, "As long as you're comfortable with it...I don't want to make you feel like I'm forcing you to do something, but...I...find it very flattering that you would...remove the suffix for...me." He mentally cursed his cheeks which he assumed were now bright red, "Ohtori-san....I...would..."

Ohtori chuckled a little and poked Oshitari in the chest. "You couldn't make me do anything I really don't want to do," he grinned a little defiantly.

And that was the second time Oshitari was putting the suffix on his name. Why? He tilted his head curiously, wanting to know what Oshitari was trying to say, but all he actually said was, "You don't need to use a suffix for me, Oshitari. Calling me as you have been is just fine..."

Oshitari smiled, "I ... know that, but... I... I don't want you to feel like I'm a bad friend..." Oshitari listened to what he said and decided to simply let it out, "Ohtori-sanpleaseconsidermeforadate," it came out so fast and breathless that it sounded like a single word.

Ohtori blinked. Then blinked again. Had he....heard right? Oshitari was...asking him out? ...Well, he couldn't really say he hadn't expected it to come sooner or later, considering how they'd started off, but... He'd thought it was probably just a physical thing, but this was really making him wonder about that. "I... I really don't know what to say..."

Oshitari looked away, he didn't quite know how to react in these kinds of situations. He didn't even know why he did it. Hadn't he had enough of rejection for one week? Hadn't Mizuki ripped his heart to pieces enough? Why was he telling the other boy he found his heart doing flips over? Did he -want- to wallow in pain? Sometimes he honestly wondered if he was a masochist, but he tried to explain, "I...I like you...you're not just good looking...you're sweet, but strong...and I know you'd take good care of me...even if you...don't want to date me you still would...because you're like that...and...yeah..." His cheeks were on fire. He was cursing himself.

Ohtori shifted and turned to face Oshitari. Then, very gently, he reached out and touched his fingers to Oshitari's cheek, the one furthest from him, and lightly turned his face back towards him. When he spoke, his words were soft, because he could see how nervous, and possibly afraid, Oshitari was. "Oshitari. I can't say yes, at least, not yet. I'm not saying no, either, though. I think I just...need some time. You're a friend, and I value that enough that I don't want to lose it. But whether or not you could be more to me than that... I don't know yet. Please, be patient with me, and allow me time to think about it."

Oshitari felt a difference in the way that Ohtori touched him than anyone else. He wanted to reach up and push the hand into his cheek. As though he wondered if it was actually real. In theory, his rejection was a lot better than the rejection he received from Mizuki. For some reason though, it hurt just as bad - if not worse. What was Oshitari's problem anyway? Why was he able to so easily receive love from people he couldn't careless about but it was impossible for him to find it where he truly desired it. He lowered his eyes slightly, but hated allowing himself to be rude to Ohtori and so he lifted them back up, "It was...slightly expected after all," Oshitari finally said, "I'm not one for letting that stop me though. For some reason, I wanted to try anyway," he smiled weakly and then let his head fall onto Ohtori's shoulder, it was a friendly gesture, not a sexual one in anyway, but it was a clear sign of weakness - like he was giving up.

Ohtori bit his lip. It hurt, physically, to see Oshitari like that. So...completely defeated. It wasn't like him, didn't suit him at all, and Ohtori felt it like a sharp pain in his chest. Part of him wished he'd just said no and been done with it, but saying no felt like burning a bridge he might someday want to cross. It wouldn't have been right to just say a simple no, because he wasn't certain that they would stay friends and never be anything more. For some reason, he thought of something he'd said to Oshitari's sister earlier, about sex needing to be in the right time, with the right person. He wasn't ready for sex - he knew that much without having to think about it - but there was something else, something his sister believed had a kind of power, a way to bring hidden feelings to the front. With the same gentle touch he'd used just a moment ago, he raised Oshitari's head from his shoulder. He took a breath, feeling decidedly nervous and determined all at once, and then leaned in, gently pressing his lips to Oshitari's.

Oshitari was in shock. Quite literally shock, he easily allowed the other boy to control his head as he enjoyed the feel of the other boy's oh-so-gentle hands, and then he wondered what would occur next. He expected the boy to tell him 'it was okay' or whatever other comforting bs wouldn't help him but found himself quite shocked at what happened instead - the same gentle feel that Ohtori's hand had he could also do with his lips, and Oshitari found himself being kissed by the younger boy. His eyes widened and then closed. At first he felt himself falter slightly to his hormones, he kissed the boy back trying to mimic that same gentleness with awe at how it felt, but found himself pulling back from the other boy, "Ohtori-san...I don't want to just sleep with you. I definitely don't want to do that today...I want to have...a real relationship with someone," he blushed and leaned up to kiss the other boy's cheek, as a way of showing self control, then embarrassed by the action, he buried himself into Ohtori's arm.

Ohtori smiled. There hadn't been sparks, or fireworks, or any of that other fancy stuff the romantics liked to say happened to tell you it was the right person, but that didn't matter. It was all just pretty words in pretty stories anyway. What he had felt was more real, and by far more important. Oshitari meant it, every word. "Just someone? Not a particular someone, but just...someone?" He smiled as he spoke, and he was half teasing as he slid his arm around Oshitari and thread his other hand into Oshitari's hair, stroking softly.

Oshitari blushed darkly, looking up, "H-hey! Don't pick on me," but he smiled and leaned further into the other boy's embrace, enjoying the way it felt to have someone so gentle run fingers through his hair and he rubbed against the younger boy's very toned shoulders, and then said seriously, "I want to have a real relationship with Ohtori Choutarou - san."

Ohtori smiled. "Well. In that case, you've got it." Only time would tell how well the relationship worked, or how long it lasted, but for as long as Oshitari really wanted it, and they were both happy with it, Ohtori would at least try. "Just...please drop the -san."

Oshitari gave the younger boy a hug and smiled up at him in response, "Of course..." then jokingly he asked, "When can I start calling you by your first name?"

Ohtori chuckled and shrugged. "It doesn't really matter to me. I'm not going to insist on it, but I'm not going to ask you not to if you do, so...I guess just whenever you feel comfortable with it." His sister had always teased him that for as much as he insisted on being almost overly polite when referring to other people, he sure was awfully casual about what they used to refer to him.

Oshitari blinked, "Seriously? Hmm...I'll wait a bit longer on that one...You can start calling me Yuushi though," he rubbed more against Ohtori's shoulder, "Can we go on a date?"

Ohtori just smiled. It was nice to know he had permission to use Oshitari's first name, but he wouldn't actually use it until he felt comfortable enough with it. "Of course we can. Did you have something in mind already?"

Oshitari's heart did a slight flip at seeing the other boy smile, he looked so cute, "Not really," he said looking down, "I mean...we just ate cake...so in theory we could go out and get some real food...but...well, is there anything you want to do?"

"Hmmm..." Ohtori pondered that a little, and found he had absolutely no idea what people did on 'dates'. "Not...anything in particular.... I don't know what people usually do on dates, so..." He shrugged. He'd go along with almost anything, probably.

Oshitari ran through a list of options, "Anything works...it's more I think about the person you're with...we could go to a movie, we could go to lunch, we could go for a walk, it doesn't have to be something special...I just...want to do something with you..."

Ohtori couldn't help himself and kept twirling a lock of Oshitari's hair around his fingers. "Maybe we could just go into town and...kind of just see what there is to do while we're there? Explore a little, and do whatever we feel like?" he suggested, for lack of anything better.

Oshitari loved the feeling of someone's hands or fingers playing with his hair and so it made him quite happy that Ohtori continued to, Oshitari agreed, "That sounds like a great idea. Perhaps we'll run into something exciting," he smiled and gave the younger boy one last squeeze before pulling his arms away.

Ohtori smiled and let him pull away, a little reluctantly letting go of the lock of hair. He'd probably have to call his sister and ask her advice on what he should wear, or how he should act, or something.....but she'd tease him for it, he knew. Was it worth the risk? Ah well. He'd worry about that later. "I'm sure we'll find something," he grinned.

Oshitari smiled at Ohtori and replied, "I have no doubts," he checked his watch, "When will you be free for this?" He asked still slightly embarrassed to be talking to the boy, "I know...I'll want to change," he was wearing casual clothing. Oshitari did casual well, but he thought a date with Ohtori required better than casual, after all the boy deserved the absolute best.

"Ah...well...I should probably shower and change, at least, but...I don't really have anything planned today...So...anytime, really, I guess." He was a little nervous, but this was his first date. He had reason to be, right?

Oshitari nodded, "Feel free to come however you want though...um...ah, would you like to pick me up?" he asked blushing, "Or should I just drop back by?"

Ohtori ran his fingers through his own hair witih a little shrug. "I guess I'll pick you up when I'm ready...I tend to take long showers, so..." It wasn't entirely true. He had to allow time to deal with his sister's teasing while trying to get her advice at the same time, after all, but he did kind of take longer showers than he really had to.

Oshitari nodded, "Um..okay! Well, I'll see you whenever you're ready then," he bowed slightly to the other boy, and turned to the door to leave but got slightly stuck on the lock. Oshitari mentally cursed himself and felt his hands began to sweat a bit and after awkwardly playing with it for another minute he turned back to face Ohtori again and blushed, "I'll see you soon."

Ohtori nodded and bit his lip instead of chuckling at what was pretty obviously Oshitari's nerves. It was kind of cute, to see a guy who seemed so suave and sure of himself suddenly out of his element like that, nervous and embarrassed and slipping up on the little things. "See you in a bit." ...But now to call his sister....

Oshitari bolted back to his own room and after making sure Yukimura was not in the room he did a bit of a cheer. He was going out with the cutest boy in the entire universe - cuter than Mizuki by far, nicer than Mizuki by far, and much more caring than Mizuki by far. He hopped on his bed and rolled around on it in a bit of a happy jig. Then, he stood up and went over to his closet. What to wear? What would Ohtori find attractive? He had no idea to be honest. Clearly the boy had a fixation for hair, not that Yuushi minded, and so Oshitari decided to make his outfit around his hair. He picked out a sky blue shirt that was cut rather loosely and a pair of dark blue shorts that were a bit small in the rump but flared out stylishly. He grabbed his lucky boxers - even though he had no intent of Ohtori seeing them, yet, he apparently needed all the luck he could get as the boy made him nervous in a way that no other guy had. Oshitari hopped into the shower, took a nice and quick one, then blow dried his hair, threw on the clothes and considered accessories. He grabbed his Cartier watch, and Gucci wallet. For shoes he threw on a pair of birkenstocks so that he'd be comfy for their walk. Then, Yuushi considered whether or not to go with cologne. He decided to do a light spray of it, not wanting to make Ohtori disgusted by it, but figuring that it would make him seem slightly more presentable. Then, Oshitari sat on his bed and waited.

The first thing Ohtori did was call his sister. He had to explain to her that he had a date, and he had to remind himself that he had no idea how she'd take it if he told her it was a boy he was going on that date with. She poked and prodded at him verbally, trying to coax out details, then teased him for being so cute and sweet, and said she hoped he'd found someone that wasn't just going to try and jump in his pants.... To which Ohtori just chuckled a little. No way he was going to tell his sister that his date had kind of already tried that.

Once he finally got advice out of her, he dashed into the shower and made it a quick one, then dressed himself. He put on a pair of khaki pants, a little snug and not quite as comfy as his jeans, but close, and a soft, short-sleeved green sweater that his sister always said was a 'perfect fit'. Whatever that meant. He started to tuck his necklace in under his shirt, but decided instead to leave it out, hanging over the shirt. He found a decent pair of shoes and slipped them on, tucked his wallet into his back pocket, and made sure his hair was mostly dry. It tended to curl sometimes, when he let it air dry like this. Then he headed towards Oshitari's room, and once there, knocked lightly on the door.

Oshitari tried not to seem as desperate as he was feeling so he -very- casually walked over to the door to find a familiar Ohtori standing outside of it, "Hi there. You look...very nice," Oshitari said, not so subtly checking out the boy. Oshitari could never pull off wet hair - instead of making him look rather rough and sexy like it did on Ohtori, he looked as though his hair was greasy. Normally at this time he would have offered a hand to his date but he decided against it for fear of not knowing how public the other boy wanted their relationship to be and desiring to have respect for him, "I'm all set. Would you care for a bottle of water or anything though? To take on the walk?" He didn't dare want the gorgeous boy in front of him to get dehydrated.

Ohtori smiled and shook his head. "I'm fine, thanks. We made it to town just fine last time, remember?" he chuckled, hands going into his pockets to keep him from fidgeting. Nervous. Weirdly nervous. Really, it was just like hanging out as friends... They were just calling it something different. It didn't really make sense that putting a different name to it would make him nervous about it, but it did. "Let's go, then," he smiled, turning to start down the hall.

Oshitari tried not to show any kind of disappointment, really, he should be happy enough simply going out with the boy standing next to him. But he noticed something odd about the way the other boy put his hands into his pockets. Oshitari locked up his room and followed Ohtori, "You okay?"

Ohtori blushed a little and gave a slightly sheepish look. He never was good at hiding his nerves. "I'm fine. Just...a little nervous, is all. It's no big deal. I'll be fine." He tried to relax, but it wasn't really working. "I've just. ... Never been on a date before." There. He said it.

Oshitarai nodded, "It's understandable its nervewracking to be on a date someti-" and then it clicked for him, he was Ohtori's first date. His first date ever. Part of Oshitari wished it could be his first date too...he shook those thoughts away, after all it was his first relationship ever, "well...if it makes you feel better this is my first relationship too...so I'm...kind of nervous myself. It's different...to play around with someone than to actually try and be someone special long term for them and all..." Oshitari decided to hook arms with the other boy, that wasn't as bad as holding hands (he hoped) but it still was meant to be a sign of affection to calm Ohtori down, "We'll both probably make mistakes," he turned to the other boy and smiled.

Ohtori smiled a little. "Well. At least I'm not the only one," he chuckled softly, still trying to relax. Oshitari was right. They'd both probably make mistakes, and they'd both work to fix them. They might fight or argue or get mad at each other, but... well. Every relationship - whether it be friends, family, or anything else - had it's ups and downs. This was no different, really.

Oshitari smiled and nodded loving the sound of Ohtori's voice, and apologized, "I meant to say I was sorry earlier about my sister's actions, by the way."

Ohtori blinked. "Hm? Oh." He chuckled. "It's alright. She's just looking out for you. I'm half expecting my sister to do something similar, eventually." Especially now that she knew he was dating somebody. She'd want to know who, and he'd been really vague with details, plus her curiosity was like his - dangle a little bait in front of either of them, and it'll drive them batty until they find out what they want to know.

Oshitari nodded, "I should have expected it, I just didn't realize my password was that easy to guess. She's nice though, she meant well, I hope. What's your sister like?" He wanted to know everything there was to know about Ohtori and intended to hide his own relationship from his sister as long as possible for fear of what she would do to the other boy. He'd probably get lectured on a hundred different things.

"Mmm...My sister... Kind of seems like yours, at least a little. She's always kind of bullied me, but we're really close. I think it helps that there's a fairly large age difference between us, so even though we argue a lot, we're far enough apart that it's not that bad. It seems like siblings that are close in ages tend to argue with each other more than those that aren't." Ohtori shrugged. His sister was great, when she was being serious and acting like an adult.

Oshitari nodded listening intently and trying to learn as much as he could about Ohtori, "The age difference between my sister and I isn't that great - she's about 3 years older, but I guess we've never really argued over much of anything. When we were younger I think we hated each other. She was envious of me, and I found her to be cruel. However, she did something for me that no one else did and I did something for her that no one else ever did. And since that time, she has picked on me as often as she used to, but I know she cares. And I'm the same way, I don't actually despise her," he said thoughtfully, "But, I wanted to make sure she hadn't upset you..." Oshitari could get quite used to this. He was traveling arm-in-arm with one of his first -real- crushes. Not many could say they were that successful. It was easy for him to forget all that happened with Mizuki, "Tell me about your trip..."

Ohtori smiled. From his little talk with Oshitari's sister, and some of the things she'd said, he wondered if what had happened to her had maybe been supposed to happen to Oshitari.... But that was a very, very personal topic, and he thought that at least for now, it was probably better if he kept his thoughts on the matter to himself. "No, no, she's fine. She's just looking out for you, and I understand that. My sister's seven years older than I am, and sometimes I have to remind her that she's not actually my mother." He chuckled.

He thought about the trip, and tried to decide where to start. A lot had happened, after all. "Hmmm..."

"Ah wow! That is a big distance. She probably remembers when you were born," Oshitari commented amazed, knowing that his sister definitely did not remember that day, "Yeah. She...well...she stepped between a fight for me once and unfortunately had to step down," he tried to explain, "But...since then she's tried to make up for it in every way. She's had some rough times though. Very rough times," Oshitari paused remembering the whole incident of the rape. Oshitari waved a hand, "If you don't want to talk about the trip that's fine. I just thought you might have all kinds of stories to share."

Ohtori nodded. "She does. She likes reminding me that she changed my diapers and all that," he chuckled. "And it sounds like your sister really, really cares about you, to have protected you like that.

He smiled a little. "I don't mind talking about it. I just wasn't really sure where to begin. Hmm... Well, the person whose parties we were playing for lived in Hokkaido, so it was a long trip up there. I met the group I'd be playing with first, and they're all grown up, all professionals, and all really, really good. I was so freaked out by it!"

"She's wonderful, though she can drive me up a wall," Oshitari replied, but decided to focus the conversation more on the other boy, knowing how much he enjoyed talking about playing, "Was your host nice? And wow, that was a far trip! Did they give you any kind of pointers or did you hold your own against them?" Oshitari asked, happy for the other boy's achievements.

"My instructor didn't tell me a thing, except that they were her former students. But they turned out to all be really nice, and...I kind of think they were just acting, but they listened to me play and they all told me I was really good, and they helped me learn the songs faster, since I didn't have a lot of time."

"I doubt they were acting, Ohtori," Oshitari said with a certain tone to it, "You really don't give yourself enough credit, you play beautifully. It doesn't seem like you had anytime at all! Did you ever get to sleep?"

Ohtori blushed a little at the compliment. And yet again, someone was telling him that he was too hard on himself, so...maybe he was. But he didn't want to end up one of those performers who goes around acting like he's god's gift to music, or anything like that... "Yeah, there was time for sleep. But it was pretty much: get up, eat breakfast, practice, eat lunch, practice, eat dinner, practice, go to bed, repeat."

"Aww, sounds rough, but at least you got to spend a lot of time with her and even discover her name. I know that must make you quite happy," Oshitari answered taking notice of how cute the other boy's blush was and feeling heat rise to his own cheeks.

Ohtori nodded enthusiastically. "I couldn't hardly believe it. I was up on the performance stage, and had just finished an almost perfect performance of a song that, up until then, I'd always screwed up so much with... I was just kind of staring at her, like I couldn't believe I'd played that song that well, and then I just...heard it. Like somebody was whispering in my ear." He grinned just as big at the memory as he had when it had actually happened. He still could barely believe it.

Listening to Ohtori's recollection brought a smile to Oshitari's face, "Perhaps that proves even more that she was ready. Clearly she helped you with that song, and after doing so such a great performance and coming such a long way, she must have been ready. Her celtic name is very beautiful. Ah, I'm so happy for you," Oshitari leaned his head against the other boy's shoulder in glee.

Ohtori blushed and ducked his head, feeling shy all of a sudden. "I think she really did help me with it. And it felt like I was playing even better afterwards...Everybody noticed the difference, I think, because they were all saying that that had been my best performance yet."

"That's wonderful! Now that you know her name and she trusts you more, I'm sure you'll have even more wonderful performances, I'm really proud of you and happy for you," Oshitari said smiling knowing how much the violin meant to the other boy, "You and her will make a lovely team for a lot longer."

"I really hope so. I can't imagine playing with any other violin... I mean, I could, if I really had to, but it'd be so awkward." They were in town, Ohtori noticed, and smiled a little as they passed the music shop they'd gone to last time.

"You shouldn't play something you're uncomfortable with, I mean look how bad Edwin and I were for eachother," Oshitari shivered at the memory, "See anything you want to do? Or should we just wander around a bit?"

"Yeah. And Rhoswen would not be happy. It's like she knows, somehow. It's a little freaky," he chuckled. "She really is like a lover." He looked around the town. There was a park, a little ways up, and a few other shops. "Lets walk around a little, and see what else is here."

"I don't think Claudia would be happy to discover me playing someone else either, and yes, instruments certainly do. They can sense that kind of thing - I think," Oshitari agreed, "They are definitely..." wondering if someday Ohtori would know all about himself and he would feel comfortable opening up to the younger boy and they would become closer. Oshitari followed the other boy's lead, "Where ever you'd like to go is fine by me," and he gently snuggled the other boy's arm.

Ohtori smiled a little at Oshitari's clinging. It was cute. He walked them along the main road, mostly, seeing what there was to see. On occasion, he'd turn them down a side road or two. They found a few restaurants, lots of shops of all kinds of things, and even a movie theater.

Oshitari thought he could get used to this, it was nice to have someone to just kind of cling to and be happy with, "If you see any shops you want to go into, we can stop by them.."

"Is there anything you want to do? It's not all about me, you know," he chuckled, smiling at Oshitari. "You're allowed to pick something too."

"Not really, I think maybe stopping the park might be...nice..." Oshitari said and began to blush thinking about what a romantic setting parks were usually considered.

Ohtori nodded. "Alright then," he smiled, turning towards the park. He was glad it was a nice day out - warm, with a little bit of a breeze, just enough to keep it from being hot, and not a sign of rain. ...If only people would stop looking at him funny...

Oshitari noticed the awkward glances they were receiving and removed his arm and head from the other boy, for fear of scaring him off, "Sounds fine to me. It's a beautiful day, isn't it?"

Ohtori blinked when Oshitari pulled away. Had he done something wrong? Was there something he was missing, about the situation? "Mm. It's gorgeous. I'm glad the weather's been so nice lately." They were almost back to the park, so Ohtori started trying to see if he could find a bench or something to sit on.

Oshitari nodded at Ohtori, "It is pretty out here..." He made a mental note to himself to discuss Ohtori's comfort level about things to avoid any kind of awkwardness - mainly because he was missing the warmth of the other boy, and joined the other boy in search for a bench. He discovered one in a more garden-y part of the park - surrounded by flowers and done in the English knot style way as well as in the seemingly random way that English gardens often work, "How's there?" Oshitari pointed.

Ohtori nodded. "That's fine. It's a lovely part of the park." He headed over and sat on the bench, smiling as he looked around. "I'm kind of surprised there's so many people out, but...with a day this nice, I guess I should expect it," he chuckled.

Oshitari took a seat next to Ohtori and wished he was able to put his head on the other boy's shoulder again, instead he felt a hand reach up to play a bit with Ohtori's curls, he whispered into Ohtori's ear, "Is...it okay if I do this in public?"

Ohtori blinked and turned to face Oshitari, which put their faces really close together. "I don't mind it," he replied honestly with a little shrug. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed another person giving him a weird look and frowned, confused.

Oshitari did the only thing he knew how to do next, he eskimo-kissed or rubbed noses with the other boy and smiled, "Alright..but, you're going to have to get used to the odd looks then," Oshitari said understandingly as he wrapped his fingers through curls and weaved around them, "Just...if you're uncomfortable...it's okay with me."

Ohtori chuckled and blushed a little, scrunching his nose a bit. "...Why are people giving us weird looks? It's like they've never seen two people on a date before." He felt embarrassed to ask, but, if he didn't ask, then how was he going to learn?

Oshitari felt heat rise to his own face and poked Ohtori's nose with his index finger, the other boy reminded him of a bunny with the way he was scrunching it. He smiled, but once Ohtori spoke he felt it turn into a frown and then he sighed, "Because you are a boy Ohtori, and I am a boy, too..." came his sullen response.

Ohtori laughed and scrunched his nose again at the poke, then frowned when Oshitari didn't look so happy anymore. He blinked at the answer. "I...don't get it. What's that have to do with anything?"

Oshitari considered his words carefully, "Not many people can understand or accept that. While they may not lash out at us, they clearly don't approve of a same-gender relationship..."

Ohtori frowned and tried to make sense of it. There wasn't anything wrong with boys liking boys, or girls liking girls, though he did know that it wasn't quite as common as boys liking girls and girls liking boys. "Still...It shouldn't matter. You like who you like. A person's sex doesn't matter."

Oshitari nodded, "I agree with you. I do. If you like someone you should be happy with them," he leaned on Ohtori's shoulder, and softer he said, "But...it's not always that way...some people think...differently."

"Hmm...." So everybody who'd been giving him weird looks was probably thinking bad about him, for being on a date with another boy. That just.... really didn't make sense to him, but...if it's how people thought then it was how people thought, and he'd just have to learn to tune out looks like that. "I don't like narrow-minded people."

Oshitari smiled, "Neither do I. I think it's ridiculous personally. But, I hope someday their minds will change," he fiddled with the other boy's hair again and leaned up to give him another eskimo kiss, "It doesn't really bother me...but...if it bothers you, I can keep my affection more private."

Ohtori chuckled. "I don't really mind, sen--" Oops. "Oshitari." It was the looks he got that bothered him, but not because those people were probably thinking bad of him. They bothered him because it meant those people were too closed-minded to see that what mattered most was who a person was on the inside, and not the outside.

"Alright then, in that case," the older boy reached up and kissed the other boy's cheek and buried his head into Ohtori's neck. At least one woman made a sound of clear shock.

Ohtori chuckled and ran his fingers through Oshitari's hair again. The woman who'd gasped was just...standing there, staring at them. Ohtori just smiled at her, giving her the one his sister called his 'perfect angel' smile, that tended to make people think he was just a total saint.

Oshitari fiddled one hand around the boy's necklace - feeling the chain and let his other hand continue to play with Ohtori's silver curls, "They're so soft..."

Ohtori chuckled a little as the woman stormed off, obviously not happy that he'd just sat there, smiling at her, while Oshitari was so very affectionate. He felt a little sorry for her and her prejudices. "I take good care of it," he admitted with a little shrug, twirling a lock of Oshitari's hair around his fingers.

Oshitari had to admit he was a bit amused by Ohtori's games with the people he deemed judgmental. It was nice to see that the other boy was so able to handle himself in such situations, "I can tell," he answered softly. Ohtori's hair felt like it belonged on a girl's head rather than a rougher boy's head.

Ohtori gently rest his head against the top of Oshitari's hair. "Yours feels like you take care of it, too. It's really soft," he observed, gently tugging his fingers through down to the ends of it.

"Well naturally," Oshitari chuckled, "this is me we're talking about...but, I didn't think someone with muscles like your would care for something like how pretty his hair looked or how soft it was..." Oshitari said quieter, but felt a blush raise in his cheeks when Ohtori put his head on Oshitari's, "I could stay like this forever," Oshitari said closing his eyes.

Ohtori blinked and turned to look down at the top of Oshitari's head. "What do you mean, with muscles like mine?"

"Your shoulder muscles," Oshitari explained embarrassed, and felt himself turn dark, dark red, "I...um...caught...a glance of them, when you changed out of your suit," he shifted his eyes as far away as possible.

Ohtori blinked again. For some reason, it really hadn't occured to him that Oshitari would've watched him change. "But...what do they have to do with how I take care of my hair?"

"I don't know," He said thoughtfully, "Most of the guys I've met as toned as you could careless about their hair..."

Ohtori chuckled a little. "Most of the guys as toned as I am don't play the violin, either." Sure, he was muscular, but...he was kind of girly, despite it. Taking care of his hair, playing the violin......worrying about what to wear on a date....

Ohtori chuckled a little. "Most of the guys as toned as I am don't play the violin, either." Sure, he was muscular, but...he was kind of girly, despite it. Taking care of his hair, playing the violin......worrying about what to wear on a date....

"I guess so..." Oshitari replied understanding, "I mean...I exercise but I'm definitely not as muscular as you..." He blushed, "It's kind of nice actually," he continued playing with the other boy's curls, "not only are you well built - but you keep yourself well manicured."

Ohtori shrugged a little. He had his reasons for working out like he did, and they were something he kept closely guarded. "Well... I had to start taking care of my hands in order to play well - never letting my nails get too long, things like that - and I had to look nice for performances...so it's just easier to do it all the time and be in the habit of it, instead of having to step out of habit for special occasions."

Oshitari nodded, "That makes a lot of sense actually. I think since I grew up watching my mother get all pretty and everything it was somehow ingrained in me if possible?" He wondered, "But, it's a smart idea to make good healthy habits like that."

"Mm. Possibly. I know I picked up some of my mom's and sister's habits, like using conditioner and air-drying my hair instead of blow-drying it." Ohtori was glad to see Oshitari seemed to be feeling better, that that earlier fragility back in his room seemed to be gone, but he didn't mention it, for fear of bringing that vulnerability back.

Oshitari nodded, but disagreed slightly, "I could never let my hair air-dry. It looks greasy and disgusting. Somehow yours manages to keep its body, I'm so envious," he said with a slight smile at the other boy as he rolled a finger through a curl.

Ohtori chuckled. "I'm sure it doesn't look all that bad, senpai." He ran his fingers through his own hair a little. "My whole family has wavy hair. My mom and my sister both have really, really wavy hair. My dad's is a little wavy, but not nearly as much as theirs."

"Boys aren't meant to have long hair I don't think - not many of them can pull it off at least, so, it takes a lot of extra care to make it look good, if I had curlier hair, I would keep it short like yours, but I find this style suits me best."

"Mm. Some of them can," Ohtori though aloud, remembering Shishido's really long, really soft-looking hair. It looked like he took extra good care of it. "But yeah, there are lots of guys who can't. There were a few at my old school who tried, but they never really took care of it. It was always scraggly-looking and thin, and looked like they hadn't even had the ends trimmed in years. They would've been better off with it short."

"Precisely," Oshitari replied, "I think mine is as long as I want it to grow though. Even if I could keep it nice longer, I 'm not sure I'd want it any longer..."

Ohtori nodded. "Yours is a good length for you. Not too long, but not too short, either." He was finding he liked hair long enough to run his fingers through.

Oshitari agreed, "I enjoy it. Yours is nice though too," Oshitari closed his eyes and started to drift a bit, he was exhausted from all his earlier emotional drama.

"You seem tired, senpai," Ohtori said softly, not wanting to wake him if he'd already fallen asleep. "Maybe we should head back so you can rest?"

Oshitari had nodded it off slightly but he replied, "If you would not mind, I'd like to stay a bit longer like this."

Ohtori smiled and slid his arm around Oshitari's shoulders, nodding softly. "I don't mind. I'm not in any hurry."