[Log] Oshitari Yuushi and Mizuki Hajime Part 2
Same info as Part 1
Mizuki shot him a glare, "Good." He really hadn't wanted to hold that offer up, and probably wouldn't have either way. He hesitated, blue eyes scanning the campus. "Saa..." He mumbled to himself, not wanting to pick wrong. "Follow me," he finally decided, heading off toward one of the buildings that looked vaguely familiar. He'd been lucky enough this time to choose correctly.
He chuckled a bit at the smaller boy's reply, but made no real response. Oshitari had no idea where the kitchens were and so it wouldn't have made any difference to him if they wandered around in circles, but he was glad to have someone so familiar with everything for once, "I'm impressed." He followed.
Naturally, Mizuki pretended he'd known all along and just waved off the compliment. "It's not that hard. You should be used to my correct data by now." The Home Ec kitchens were empty, as expected, so he simply helped himself. "Do you know what kind of flavors he likes?" He was quick to locate the recipe books and began flipping through them casually.
Oshitari nodded, "I guess so. What flavors? I don't...I figured he'd enjoy chocolate?" He figured he would put strawberries on top of it, and decorate the cake with all kinds of frosting, but he hadn't worried about...actual cake.
"You don't sound so sure to me," Mizuki commented offhandedly, pausing now and then as a recipe caught his interest, before turning the page. "Does he even like sweet food?"
Oshitari frowned, "I hope so...Doesn't everyone know that the way to a man's heart is through his stomach?"
Mizuki pulled a shocked face, "Oh? Ohtori-kun is a man?" He went back to turning pages, "Could've fooled me."
"Hey!" Oshitari smirked, "Look who’s talking, chef."
"What's that supposed to mean?" Mizuki asked, though the twitch near his eye said he understood perfectly. "Here" He slammed the book down in front of the other boy and pointed to a simple, but elegant looking cake. "Make it."
Oshitari tried to sustain a calm face as he looked over the recipe. It would certainly be no problem for a genius like him, but he had heard there was something like a green-thumb for bakers and he knew for a fact he didn't have that. He sighed and hoped it would turn out nicely, "Alright. That looks fine enough."
"If you need help, just ask me. Otherwise," Mizuki hoisted himself up onto one of the many empty countertops, "I'm just going to watch."
"You sure? I was hoping you'd make one and I could kind of follow along with what you did? I'm a good reader, but visually I do better," Oshitari tried to come up with an excuse. He needed the other boy to make another cake, after all, he had a great idea for it.
Mizuki sighed dramatically and came down from his seat, giving the taller boy and look of pity. "I had a feeling you wouldn't be able to do it without me." He acted agitated, but it was clear from his eyes that he was loving the superiority. "Alright, get everything together and we'll start."
Oshitari considered fighting the other boy, but for the moment he'd allow him to act all superior. He had no idea after all, what Oshitari had planned, "Very well, sensei" he added in his most sincere voice he could come up with and he fetched all the ingredients, bowls, measuring cups, and pans needed.
The shorter boy couldn't help but smirk as he ordered the other around, constantly nitpicking at his actions as they worked. The recipe was rather easy, and Mizuki wasn't really surprised that they were able to make it quickly. He enjoyed criticizing as much as he enjoyed instructing. It oddly reminded him of tennis club. "I'll leave this part to you," he said casually, motioning toward the icing mixture, "Since you're so good at it apparently. But first..." He stole a bit of icing with his forefinger and retreated to the side to enjoy it as he watched.
Oshitari sighed, this was certainly why he left baking to his sister. When the pair finished the recipe it was his turn. He mixed the Yuushi recipe for icing, and began to decorate the two cakes. He found strawberries in the refrigerator and put them all around the bottom and top of the cake in a sort of frame-like way and then in the center of Mizuki's cake in another color he made a layered M, first done with frosting then in blueberries on top. He did the same on his except he made a layered O, "How's that?"
Mizuki shrugged nonchalantly, though he'd clearly been absorbed in watching the whole time. "Good enough." He wiped at a bit of flour on his cheek and reached for the bowl of left over icing and collecting some off the side with his finger, not bothering to be particularly elegant as no one was really around to impress. This tasted good at least, but he wouldn't admit it.
Oshitari smirked, "It's a family recipe so I hope it's good. Well, you had no use for this cake, did you? Mind if I keep it?"
He removed the finger from his mouth, reaching for more as he shook his head, "I don't care. I was just going to toss it."
A bad move, Mizuki, he thought, but said nothing more, "Thanks."
"Whatever," he responded with a wave of his other hand, "Now clean up."
"Doesn't this place have a dishwasher?" Oshitari asked, rolling his eyes.
Mizuki shook his head, "Hm.. A part of Home Ec is learning to clean up after yourself. Now clean up~ And I'll take these." He snatched up the icing bowl and a handful of strawberries and moved to a clean counter. "I don't think I'll be having dinner tonight, so I need this."
You are such an ass," Oshitari replied, but inside he was happy the other boy appeared to take a liking to his icing. He checked the fridge noticing a package of raspberries, and a slight smile came across his face. He'd add them on later on. He put away all the other ingredients, and then washed out all the bowls. He put them back and then scrubbed his hands extra hard to make sure they were extra clean - despite how pruned they had become. He hated that feeling. He made a mental note to have dishwashers installed in this part of the school, "Would you like to go out to dinner with me? We'll stick these two cakes in the mini-fridge in my room first of course."
The dark haired boy raised an eyebrow, pausing in his consumption of the last strawberry. "Why?" He asked skeptically, finishing off the fruit and wiping the juice from his hands on a nearby towel. "And where?" Clearly he was against the cafeteria already.
"Because it's not as though YOU didn't use any of these pots! You could have helped clean up," Oshitari responded, "I figured we'd go somewhere in town."
Mizuki rolled his eyes, "So my punishment is to go to dinner with you?" Though the idea of actually eating good food, at an actual restaurant over the school's food was rather appealing. He scoffed, "What if one of your many, many girlfriends gets jealous?"
"I don't have any girlfriends, so I'm sure they could careless," Oshitari replied trying hard not to roll his eyes, "So, what sort of food would you like?"
"I told you online," Mizuki remarked, making his way to the sink to wash the remaining mess off his hands and face, "I like Italian and French foods."
"Alright, then would you care to try that Italian place with me?" Oshitari offered.
Mizuki shut off the water and grabbed a towel, looking at the other as he dried his face. "That's fine with me. You're not going to try and pay for it all, are you?"
"Mizuki there are really better places to spend your money. Honest," Oshitari explained, "I wish you wouldn't get into such a huff about this sort of thing, it's no big to me."
"It's nothing to me either," He responded casually, casting aside the generosity with a wave of his hand. "I'm not sure what I'd spend it on otherwise. I don't really have much I need to buy here, and I can't imagine what kind of 'emergency' I would need money for." Though that's what his parents had said the money was for, Mizuki couldn't find a scenario where money would help him considerably.
"Mizuki," Oshitari grumbled, "fine. But if you ever do run into a real emergency then I get to give you some money for it. How's that sound?"
The shorter boy shrugged, "The probability of that ever actually happening is very low, so I'll agree for now." He set the towel aside and looked over the kitchen once more to make sure it was clean enough for his standards. Giving a slight nod of approval, he motioned toward the cakes. "We should move those to your room now." He checked his watch before continuing, "It's almost five...When were you planning on going out?"
"I can eat at anytime. Would you care to go now? It's one of those places that does several courses and all that. We really could pick someplace else though since you refuse to let me pay," Oshitari muttered, picking up a cake, "Would you mind carrying the other?'
Mizuki did as he was asked, carefully scooping up the second cake and holding the dish it sat on with both hands. He responded casually as they moved to the door, "That's fine. I'm not particularly hungry, so I'm not sure how many courses I could really stand." But if the other really wanted to go, he would-- as much as his wallet would protest.
"I don't know anywhere else to get Italian...we could look around town though?" Oshitari offered, trying not to shudder. Lower class restaurants were always a thing for him to fear. He had one of his father's company's survey the cafeteria and it seemed up to his standard of living, but he figured it would be nicer to have company than to not.
Mizuki looked thoughtfully at the second cake as they crossed campus back to the boys' dorms. "If you're not against an unhealthy meal now and then, we could just eat the second one." Of course, he had no idea it was needed for something else, so it made sense...in a last-ditch effort sort of way.
"Absolutely not," Oshitari twitched. They couldn't eat part of that cake. It had plans, uses no less, quickly he came up with a lie, "I um...figured I'd share it with my roommate. You know, to get to know him. We'll go for appetizers at the Italian food place," This was also a lie, but he figured he'd be able to sneak a way to pay for the check himself.
The other boy didn't seem to catch the note of panic, as he was kind of hoping his suggestion would be rejected anyway. "Good, I'm not really fond of desserts taking the place of meals." Even though moments ago he'd been planning on skipping dinner and just running off those strawberries and icing he'd eaten. Oh well, being a hypocrite was easy and he'd yet to find a way to change. He balanced the cake on one hand gingerly, and opened Oshitari's door with the other, before returning both hands to the plate and walking inside.
Oshitari wished desperately that he'd more often remember to lock the door around the other boy as it was discomforting to him for it to be so easily openable. At the same time he was happy the other boy had not noticed any indication of his plan for that second cake, with one hand he opened the minifridge and placed his cake inside, he took the cake gently from the other boy and placed it on a different level of the fridge under his cake, "Shall we call a taxi this time?" Oshitari offered.
Mizuki smirked a bit at the offer, "That's fine." He didn't offer to pay the fee though, and he was silently hoping he wouldn't be asked to pay his half. He didn't want to let the other boy know how little money he really had--it was rather embarrassing. And besides, didn't the rich often look down on poorer people who pretended to be on their social level? Yeah, rhetorical question.
Oshitari smiled, "Naturally -I- will be paying for it. No complaints, I hope?" And he popped out his Blackberry and made a 4-1-1 call. As if someone of his social status would know the number of a taxi service. The taxi said it would arrive within 5 minutes at a meeting point they designated near the school. Oshitari hung up and asked, "Shall we?"
"I can pay for my half," Mizuki said defensively, though it was very much an act, one he played to give the illusion of having more money than he really did. He made his way back to the door regardless, leaning against the doorframe after he'd opened it. "Nfu~You know, people are going to start thinking we're dating."
"You're ridiculous, if you're going to be stubborn we're going to walk" Oshitari replied his anger was going by the second, it annoyed him to think he'd actually miss having people that would do anything for him to spend money on them. He didn't like people going overboard, but he hated it when he felt guilty over making them spend their money when he had plenty of it to spend himself, "Hmm, I doubt they'd really care. Besides, if you're lucky Yuuta will get jealous and claim you for himself."
Mizuki laughed, "Right. If you make us walk, I'll make you carry me." His fingers came up to mess with the side of his bangs as they walked, obviously triggered by the Yuuta-comment. He wished it was that simple.
"And I'm sure that'll quiet their claims of us dating. Now, I'm paying taxi fares and that's final," Oshitari replied, recognizing the car of the company he called. It was...something. It said taxi on its side and had a picture of its medallion from the company but Oshitari wondered if it was safe, frowning he opened the door and offered for Mizuki to enter first.
"If it makes you feel better," Mizuki replied shaking his head as if he disapproved of being taken care of. He slid into the backseat once the other motioned for him to and propped an elbow against the door, curling his hair as he stared out the window.
"Thanks," and it did, now he only had to convince the other boy to let him pay for his dinner too, he told the taxi cab where to go in town and the pair arrived fairly quickly. Oshitari pulled out his Vuitton wallet and paid the cab driver, "Shall we?"
Mizuki made a sweeping gesture for the other to take the lead and then followed him into the restaurant. It was rather expensive looking already (to him at least) and he suddenly wished he'd changed his clothes before they'd left. It didn't take long for the waiter to seat them and Mizuki was happy to have something to read to distract his mind from the embarrassment of being improperly dressed.
Oshitari was looking over the wine list, and noticed his partner was already on the real menu, "Would you care for something to drink along with the wine? Ah, pardon me, and which wine would you care for?"
It took him a moment to realize he was being spoken too and once the words sunk in, Mizuki raised an eyebrow. "Wine?" His eyes scanned the room as if waiting for someone to notice them, but of course no one seemed to care. "You do know the drinking age, don't you?"
"Eh? Drinking age?" Oshitari was surprisingly ignorant about such a thing. Anytime it became an issue he'd throw money on it and get out of the problem, in this sort of place though, he knew no one would care about such a thing as that, "If you're uncomfortable with it you don't have to drink. I however, will have not only their best wine, but also their best desert wine when that time comes."
As much as he didn't want to admit it, Mizuki knew nothing about wines. He'd never had a reason to, and though he'd been planning on researching them when he got closer to the legal age, it was still a good six years away. Nevertheless, he wasn't one to completely miss an opportunity. "I'll have whatever you suggest." Whether or not he could pay for it was another story.
"I leave that up to the age," Oshitari replied, and their waiter came around to take the wine order, "A bottle of your oldest wine please on my check. And I'll take a sprite in addition to that. If you wouldn't mind though, we'll need a bit more time for ordering appetizers. However, you can send the bread man by," Oshitari's smooth fingers curled around the wine list and he handed it up to the waiter, before taking it, the waiter placed down carved butter, shaped in flowers, fruits and all sorts of little things, almost too beautiful to eat, but Yuushi didn't know any better, "Thank you," came his response and he handed the menu back to the waiter. As though he'd been summoned almost instantly the bread man came by, he had a surprising amount of choices of homemade bread, "I'll take one of the whole grain, one of the potato, and one of the plain, thank you." And each were placed onto his bread dish, "What would you like, Mizuki?"
This was nice. He could really learn to love this kind of life. Except... He felt completely lost time to time, marveling inwardly at this and that, but never letting it show. Mizuki made his selection and waved the man away as if his presence was a bother. He almost wanted to ask how often Oshitari ate at places like this, but thought better of it. The blue haired boy probably dined at places far superior to this on a regular basis, whereas Mizuki had only pretended to. He picked at his bread, not willing to even admit that it tasted good--as silly as that was, he'd become overwhelmingly stubborn.
"The view from here is not quite as nice as it is in Le Jules Verne," Oshitari explained as his looked over choices on the appetizer menu, and then realizing he was probably coming off as pompous, he explained, "It's a lovely restaurant on the second floor of the Eiffel Tower. We go there every trip to France and seeing as how the prices at this place compare there I hope the food is just as good."
French was a language Mizuki loved, and as far back as he could remember he'd longed to go to Paris, so naturally he felt a pang of envy. Somehow he swallowed it down, his fingers tearing at the bread instead of pulling at his hair. "Hopefully." He managed to force out, becoming increasingly aware that he might just spend his entire 'emergency' allowance on this one meal.
"You'll have to come with me on part of my Europe tour this summer," Yuushi offered, "That way we can both decide what we think of the food." He decided on the calamari for his appetizer and took a slither of the butter and put it on his bread, "What would you like for your appetizer?"
"Really? That's rather generous of you..." Mizuki's eyes ghosted over the appetizer section of the menu, reading the Japanese translations of the meals, as he'd yet to learn Italian. His fingers twitched as he read the prices adjacent to each dish, finally deciding to just run down the list until he found the cheapest one. And it was still expensive. Bruschetta He wasn't sure how to say it, so he just stayed silent, pretending to not have heard the question.
Oshitari looked over and pronounced "Ah, Bruschetta? You sure you want that?" and then he noticed the price, "Oh please. I'm not going to have you insist on paying and then do that. Just let me take care of it." He called over the waiter, "It's my friend's birthday over here, and so you simply must not allow him to pay when it comes that time. He can put up quite an argument, so I wanted to get that out of the way, now then, allow us to talk about appetizers a bit more." The waiter nodded and walked off. Oshitari glared at Mizuki, "Now, what is it on this list you -actually- want?" He had been glancing at the English himself and was already for his calamari.
Mizuki glared quite heatedly, a mixture of embarrassment and stubbornness making it hard to focus. "You are so unbearable sometimes," he stressed, setting the menu flat in front of him and pushing it away a little. "You pick. I don't want to choose how much you have to pay. Since you insist on wasting your money on me, you should decide how much you want to throw away. I'll eat whatever you pick." It wasn't that he didn't appreciate the notion, it was just that he could never admit to it.
"Good. Unbearable is exactly what I go for. Well, I'm happy to order you the cost of two of the most expensive dishes on each section of the menu all put together. Now pick what you want for heaven's sake," Oshitari answered with a slight smile, "In return I want one thing from you and you can consider it payment enough."
What a pain in the ass. Mizuki stared hard at the menu in apparent disapproval before pointing bitterly at the appetizer he wanted and again at the meal. Yes, he definitely couldn't have paid for this dinner on his own after all. That somewhat added to his displeasure. He folded his arms and narrowed his eyes, regarding Oshitari seriously, "What do you want?" His data could probably tell him, but then again, Oshitari was rather unpredictable.
"Are you embarrassed that I did that? It's strange, I've never met someone who rejects an act of kindness so blatantly. Jeez," Oshitari answered but part of him was happy about it. He just hoped his wealth did not draw a line between the two, "I'm having the calamari."
"No, I'm angry because it feels like you're trying to do everything for me. I'm not a child." Though technically, he was. And what's more, Oshitari was right: Mizuki was embarrassed. He didn't like being taken care of when he'd taken such time to build up an independent image of himself and tried so hard to project that onto others. Mizuki scoffed, his fingers just dying to tug at his hair, but he kept them firmly clinging to his sides, arms still folded. "No, I meant...what did you want me to do in return?"
"Not at all. I'm doing this because I want to spend time with you, and I have a certain...expectation of food, so I don't want that to mean you can't spend time with me. If that makes any sense without sounding horribly rude? I guess it means I'm too extravagant," Oshitari tried to explain, "Oh that's simple. Take care of Ohtori. I'm not going to force out of you whatever your plan is for him, but don't let it be anything malicious."
Mizuki rolled his eyes, "Whatever." It made sense, so all he could do was mumble about it with an unpleasant expression. His hands relaxed considerably after hearing what the other boy wanted in return. He smirked, "Oh? That's easy." He wouldn't admit that he'd been genuinely terrified that the topic of Yuuta would resurface.
"Good," Oshitari said relaxing a bit. He had been genuinely worrying for the boy and wondered if perhaps he should warn him or if that would seem suspicious.
"Nfu~ You're not supposed to think about my plans or you just might ruin them, you know." Mizuki set his elbows on the table lightly and laced his fingers together, resting his chin on them as he studied the taller boy. "If they were malicious plans, I never would have told you in the beginning. Those types of manipulations are best left secret."
"Very well. I will do my best to interfere with this plan as little as possible," Oshitari gave, "What what you like for your 1st and 2nd main courses? I'm having a Caesar salad and the gnocchi."
Mizuki narrowed his eyes, before dismissing the question with a wave of his hand, the other still resting under his chin. "I told you I don't care. I'm not even that hungry." He was getting tired of this back and forth play between them and wasn't sure how much more he could take. It occurred to him that Oshitari could just be trying to be nice, but Mizuki had other things on his mind. It didn't help that he wasn't paying either. That made him care less about what he ate, especially since every time he ordered something he felt guilty.
"Ugh, fine," Oshitari answered, "but if you complain with what I order you then it's your fault." He called over the waiter, "I would like your calamari for my appetizer. Your Caesar salad for my first main course and the gnocci for the second. As for my friend, he would like whatever the chef deems his best, and I ask it have all kinds of Italian flavoring in it - samples of different pastas, salads, all that sort of thing. We'll order desert later on."
The shorter boy felt sick just thinking about it. Not that he didn't like Italian food--he quite loved it obviously--but the amount of food being ordered was more than he could stomach for now. He would enjoy it, but whatever he wouldn't eat would be wasted...and it was damn expensive. "I have no idea how anyone would sleep with you," he groaned after the waiter left. "Do people actually like being treated this way by you?"
"We'll bring the extra home, and put it in the fridge, we can reheat it in the microwave tomorrow," Oshitari explained, "Then I'll get to try all the great samplers you're going to have and know what to order next time!" He looked surprised, "I'm sorry, was I supposed to treat this like a date? I wasn't doing that. But yes, they generally do like it." He leaned in and whispered to the other boy, "Since you're the topping type, you'd need to be the one in control, no? Usually, I do that so they enjoy the treatment and care. Same goes for the ladies." He pulled back.
If Mizuki had wanted to say anything regarding normal things such as left-overs, he'd certainly lost his chance once the other boy said that. Even though Oshitari had pulled back, Mizuki shrunk back farther into his chair, his face coloring slightly while his mind fought against a mixture of anger and embarrassment. He'd figured the other boy might reference dating at some point, but that's not what had caught him off guard--the extra details were. "No," he grit out, before realizing what the hell he was denying. He did enjoy being in control, but he had no idea where his preferences fell in terms of romance. The thought of 'topping' someone like Yuuta... "Impossible," he mumbled, eyes focused on the tablecloth.
Oshitari was greatly amused by the other boy's reaction but put that aside for the appetizer had arrived, "Enjoy. Itadekimasu?"
Mizuki stared at his food as if he'd forgotten they were even in a restaurant. "Ah...Itadekimasu..." He responded rather automatically, though he made no move to actually eat.
Oshitari picked up his fork and began to have a go at his appetizer. He noticed his friend was not, "Is it something you dislike? Or did my last comment set you off that much?"
The shorter boy shook his head, though at what was unclear. He'd honestly lost all appetite, or even the patience to pretend it.
"Alright. Shall we take this to go? And you can have it later on?" Oshitari offered. Realizing he had gone a step too far and cursing his tongue for doing so.
Mizuki gave a half-shrug, looking rather contemplative. "It's fine." He mumbled, picking up a fork and attempting to mess with his food, though the idea of eating it was still unappealing. Instead, his blue eyes scanned the table, trying to find something without really knowing what they were looking for. Eventually they settled on the wine. Wait. How long had that been there? He nodded to the bottle, trying to clear his mind from its thoughts, "Are you going to drink that whole thing?"
"Agh! I'm totally a moron," Yuushi exclaimed, "That lowers the tip, they ought to have poured it for us," and he took the bottle and poured about half a glass into Mizuki's glass and the same amount into his, "Tell me when you want more."
He eyed the dark liquid as he tried to remember things he'd read or heard about drinking. None of them had been pleasant--but perhaps that was only if you didn't know when to stop. Despite never having had alcohol before, Mizuki was fairly confident he knew his limits. The wine wasn't as terribly hard to swallow as he'd expected, though the aftertaste wasn't something he was used to (or ever thought he would). This was weird, drinking at such a 'young' age, but he had to admit (to himself at least) he felt more adult doing it. More independent. Oh, and it was also rather successful at chasing away thoughts of his hopeless situation with Yuuta. "More," he ordered offhandedly, making an effort to eat so that it looked less suspicious.
Oshitari noticed that it was rather quickly for the other boy to have finished his drink. He was used to only drinking one glass with dinner - at a maximum two - this was how he was raised after all. He would have ordered it by glass, but who knew if restaurants properly closed back the bottles and stored extra wine and what not? He couldn't help wondering though if the boy knew what he was doing. Even so, Oshitari grabbed the bottle and refilled the glass - this time more full. He went back to eating some more of his calamari. The sauce had been surprisingly good, he'd have to remember this as a choice appetizer, "So, would you like some food with that -wine-?" he asked taking a sip of his own wine.
Mizuki paused, regarding the other boy over the rim of his wine glass, before continuing. "I'm eating," he pointed out as he set the glass down, the contents already dangerously low. He poked at his dish and put a bit of the food in his mouth, glaring at Oshitari as he did so. "See?" He'd already begun to feel a warmth that made him oddly comfortable and yet agitated at the same time--mostly because it was becoming harder to think intelligently.
Oshitari wondered if he was imagining a rosiness in the other boy's cheeks, "Okay...well. Feel free to drink some more," he motioned to the bottle, "I'm going to talk with our waiter if you don't mind." Oshitari left the table for a minute.
"Well that was rude," Mizuki mumbled to himself as Oshitari left. He propped his head up on one hand and considered the wine bottle sitting so innocently in front of him. "Saa..." It was surprisingly harder to pour himself a glass than Oshitari had made it look. Of course, it may have been easier if his head didn't feel so heavy. The dark haired boy abandoned his food and sipped at his glass as he waited for the other to return. It was weird--he felt kind of thirsty, but the more the drank the less satisfied he was. This kind of data made no fuckin' sense. He could only set his glass aside as if it offended him, partly resting his head on the table now while he glared at it bitterly.
The other boy returned looking brighter, "I've taken care of dinner and they'll deliver it to our rooms later on. So, we can sit and hang out or go someplace you'd feel more comfortable." Oshitari looked at the other boy's glass, empty again? "Would you like some sprite instead? You can have mine, I haven't even tasted it, yet."
"We're leaving?" Mizuki asked, his voice a little slurred but still surprisingly understandable. "I don't want anything to drink," he mumbled a bit angrily. The sprite would probably make him even more thirsty--at least, according to that messed up data from a moment ago. He stood a bit shakily, looking a little bitter at the fact that the room wanted to move when he hadn't given it permission to.
"Have you...ever had anything to drink before?" Oshitari asked finally putting two and two together. Oh boy, he thought.
"Yes!" Mizuki shot back, a little louder than he probably meant to. "Just now. Weren't you watching?" Oshitari was an idiot. That had to be it. Mizuki had more than lost the logic that was such a pride of his, but he unfortunately had kept the sarcasm. "Where are we going then, genius?"
Oshitari frowned, he was used to drinking, evidently not many other people his age were, "I'm taking you back to your room, making sure you don't hurt yourself, giving you lots of water to drink, and putting you to bed." He took the other boy's hand to keep him from falling and took one last gulp of wine, knowing he'd need some liquor to calm himself for the rest of the night. He put the glass back down and led the other boy out of the restaurant.
The second they stepped out onto the sidewalk, Mizuki jerked his hand away and walked ahead of the other, clearly irritated. It was difficult to walk quickly when disoriented, but he somehow managed to do it without falling, only stumbling once or twice.
"Mizuki please, you can't steady yourself like that and I really don't want to explain to the Hospital why two underage boys are quite over the legal limit of liquor," Oshitari frowned and called a 'Taxi' afraid of doing anything that might possibly offend the other boy.
"Shut up," he snapped. Mizuki opened his mouth to possibly insult the other but got cut off when he stumbled again, seemingly tripping over nothing but his own two feet. He pushed himself off his hands and knees and stood, quite determined to pretend it hadn't happened just as the taxi pulled up.
Oshitari sighed, "You are never allowed to drink again." And he picked the other boy's shoulder and dragged him into the cab. He told the driver where to take the pair and they drove off.
"Don't touch me." He ordered as he huddled to one side of the backseat. Clearly, Mizuki was a rather bossy, rude, and constantly angry person when drunk, having lost most of the things that kept him civil. When the cab stopped, the fumbled with the door before finally getting out and slamming it as Oshitari paid the driver.
Oshitari apologized to the driver for his friend and opened the door, "Let's get you quietly to your room." He ignored the other boy's warning about touching him and hooked arms with him to try to steady Mizuki
"Don't touch me." Mizuki spat out, trying to jerk his arm away. "Are you stupid? I told you before." His voice wasn't very loud, but it seemed to echo regardless.
"Mizuki, you're being a moron, but I respect you even so. Calm down and let me take care of you, I'm not going to do anything but take you back to your room and make sure you put yourself to bed, okay?" Oshitari tried to remain patient but clearly the other boy wasn't going to make this job easy.
"Che! Yeah right." He remarked sarcastically, trying again to get out of the other boy's hold. It was surprisingly difficult, he hadn't thought Oshitari was that strong. "And then what, huh?" Clearly Mizuki didn't believe there were good intentions behind any of these actions.
Oshitari sighed, he considered kidding around and saying something like 'screwing you in your bed', but he figured the other boy would only make it harder to cooperate, "And then, I'll take a nap of my own on the bed and when you wake up sober I'll slap you."
Mizuki struggled a bit more before realizing it only made him dizzier and more irritated. "I'd love to see you try. You can't even hit my hand without crying about it." His words were meant to hurt, as if lashing out would make his frustration go away. "This whole thing was planned. Everything you do is planned. Bastard." Apparently, he was bitter about that too. Why did Oshitari have to be unpredictable? It made things unpleasant.
Oshitari winced and considered letting go of the other boy but continued on his track to Mizuki's room after all he had put the other boy in this mess and so it was only fair for him to deal with it, he tightened his grip and said firmly "Come on Mizuki. We're at your door, where's your key?"
"I'm not letting you in my room." Mizuki noticed the look he got and met it with defiance, tilting his chin up a bit. "It's a secret." Oh yes, it was more than clear now that the worst parts of Mizuki Hajime had been left behind, his love for secrets was no exception.
"Fine. We'll go to -my- room then," Oshitari said and honestly hoped that the other boy would see no malicious intent in that.
Mizuki laughed dryly. "Yeah, fuck that." He stood back a little and folded his arms over his chest, intent on not being moved. "I'm not goin' in your room. I know what'll happen."
Oshitari frowned, "Oh? What am I going to do to you Mizuki?"
"Something," the shorter boy sneered, "that I'm sure you've wanted to do since the beginning."
Oshitari sighed, "Like slap you really hard? Because that's all that's coming to mind! Open your fucking door Mizuki or you're going to my room." He said firmly. He was beginning to lose patience with the smaller boy.
The intoxicated boy just laughed, the sound echoing in the hallway before trailing off in that odd chuckling of his. "Nfu~ " Clearly he found the threat funny. Smirking cruelly, he titled his chin up again, as if it gave him superiority. "Bullshit. And no. I'll open it when I want."
"Fine, you're going to my room. You need water or you're going to quickly become very sick and have an even worse headache tomorrow," Oshitari grabbed the smaller boy and dragged him up towards his room.
Mizuki was surprised that Oshitari had touched him again, pulling him down the hallway towards the stairwell. It wasn't long before he became angry again though. He'd warned the other boy not to touch him. Twice. Furious at being ignored and disrespected, he dug his short nails into Oshitari's wrist, wanting to make him let go. Causing pain was probably satisfying too, though he'd regret it like hell when he sobered up.
"Ow! What the hell is your problem?" and then a rather brilliant idea crossed his mind as he continued to trail the boy further up the stairs, there were all kinds of ways having Mizuki drunk was going to be fun, "We're almost there, just come on." Oshitari opened the door, shoved the boy in and locked the door behind him, "Now then, have a seat, and let me get you some water." He found a bottle in his fridge and handed it to the other boy, "So Mizuki, I have a question for you, let's say you could give something to Yuuta, what exactly would you write on the card?" Oh yes, this was going to be fun. Plus, he could probably convince the other boy tomorrow that the marks were marks from when Mizuki begged for him to get into bed with Oshitari and ended up making out with his wrist, he was so full of desire. Oh yes, this would be fun.
He'd stumbled into the room and landed on the floor rather ungracefully, though he pushed himself to his feet almost immediately. The sudden mention of Yuuta, however, had effectively stopped him from trying to unlock the door. In fact, it seemed to kill his anger noticeably, replacing it with confusion and longing. What would he write to Yuuta? "I love you, Yuuta-kun," he answered in a soft mumble, before making an odd noise in the back of his throat and half-sitting, half-collapsing onto the edge of Oshitari's bed. Hearing the words out loud seemed to make him sad and reminded him of just how stupid and hopeless it was. "Nfu~ Just kidding."
Oshitari smiled, "Let's try something a little more subtle, what would you say if it was a...gift, something nice, like a baked good or something?" He pushed the other boy so that he was sitting as normally as possible on the bed and took a seat next to him.
If this had been planned, it was genius. Mizuki's anger was gone and he was surprisingly easier to deal with when he was sad. Mostly he just stayed quiet and pensive. "...'Here, Yuuta-kun. Take this stupid gift, I just want to see you smile.' " It was still bitter but the volume was much softer than his previous sarcastic comments.
Oshitari winced, it certainly would not get Mizuki into his pants, but hopefully it would work for Mizuki, "Thanks for that. Now then, do you need some more water?" He went over to the minifridge and pulled out another bottle and handed it to the boy. He raced over to a notebook and jotted it down in as best as his memory could make Mizuki's handwriting, thinking to himself, Now that was good. You'll thank me later Mizuki.
Mizuki took the water bottle gently and looked over it in apparent distaste. Even in his drunken state, he was still picky over things as trivial as brands. Regardless, he drank it and was pleased to find it helped the thirst instead of making it worse. He looked over Oshitari once he'd downed half the water. "What now, genius?" He asked, his sorrow beginning to fade. Obviously, he was still suspicious.
"Now, you sleep hopefully," Oshitari replied. Making finishing touches to his note. He felt so good about this. Yuuta better be happy with the hell I'm going through to get 1 shining moment of goodness for this damn letter, Oshitari thought.
"Mmhmm. Right." He drank most of the water before dropping the bottle to the floor and laying down on Oshitari's bed, not caring where the other would go. "You sleep on the floor," Mizuki ordered, curling up against the other boy's pillow and clumsily working his shoes off with his feet. It was only about 7 or so, but the smaller boy didn't seem to care. "Touch me and you die." Yet he was unwilling to close his eyes.
Oshitari sighed, "Whatever," and got back to his work. He had finished the note and taped it to the cake-box in a nonchalant sort of Mizuki way. He looked over to see how the other boy was doing and noticed his eye's weren't closed, "Well? Are you going to bed, or do I need to read you a bed time story?"
"I don't trust you," he answered, half muffled by the pillow.
"What exactly will I do to you?" Oshitari asked, "What is it that you're so afraid of having happen?"
"Hm..." Mizuki mumbled something against the pillow, not taking his eyes off the other.
"Oh? You're afraid of 'hm'? What's that?" Oshitari asked, hoping he was considering going to sleep soon, "More water?"
Mizuki refused the offer with a shake of his head and moved the pillow so it wasn't near his mouth. "I said, 'first kiss'." He repeated, making it clear what he was afraid would be taken if he fell asleep. Logic wasn't with him after all, so things like promises meant nothing.
He took a strange glance at the smaller boy, an air of amusement passed through him, "If I was going to steal your first kiss I would have done it earlier today," Oshitari sighed. He hoped that after this event the other boy would treat him less...suspiciously.
Mizuki looked less than comforted. "Do you want to?" He asked, not teasingly, but genuinely curious.
"Okay, that's the alcohol going to your head, lay back down," Oshitari intended to avoid that question as long as possible.
"Answer it," Mizuki stressed, though he set his head back on the pillow as he did so. "I want to know."
"Go to bed, I'm not going to take a kiss from you while you're drunk," he replied getting rather irked at the other boy. Oshitari frowned.
"I know that, because I won't let you." The shorter boy seemed unsatisfied, his love of prying and discovery was far too much. "Please tell me," it was a bit nicer, perhaps because he was losing the battle to stay awake. "I probably won't remember.."
"No," He lied finally. Or was it a lie? He didn't know. The other boy was drunk so he'd never do it now anyway and to be fair he just wanted the other boy to go to sleep, "I don't want to kiss...you."
Mizuki stared at him silently for a moment, his eyes heavy with the need for sleep. His face was as unreadable as ever, but his eyes were disappointed. ".....Liar," he whispered before giving into the urge to close his eyes.
He looked at the other boy and frowned. Inside he hoped the other boy would forget about the conversation all together the next day. He had no idea what to do during this time. He was afraid to sleep, he'd seen it happen at parties where first time drinkers had all sorts of things wrong and so he figured he'd just stay awake until the other boy woke up. Plus, he was sort of occupying Oshitari's bed. He looked over at him though and gently poked his cheek, "You're really..." but he didn't finish it. And then he leaned in considering to kiss the other boy's cheek as he desired, but right before he made contact, Oshitari realized what he was doing, and jumped back. He decided to occupy himself by writing until the other boy awoke.
Falling asleep early in the evening had its drawbacks, one of them Mizuki was finding out about the hard way. Waking up at 1 am really wasn't fun, especially with a headache as bad as the one he just realized he had. The finally sober boy made a noise like a mix between a whine and a groan as he rubbed at his eyes, holding his head with one hand.
Oshitari looked over from his paper. He hadn't done any actual writing, but he had written a few ideas down, "Well, well. How's my favorite boy who can't hold his liquor?"
"Shove it," Mizuki groaned, finding that his even his own voice was irritating at the moment. He rolled over, taking in his surroundings through half opened eyes. He didn't look too happy, in fact there was a hint of dread behind his words. "I...drank too much, didn't I?"
"Ya think?" Oshitari offered, "You didn't eat a thing, you're supposed to only drink like one glass of wine, friend, not 3 or 4 or how many ever you had. Not to worry though, I took care of you and didn't even take advantage of you," Well, not in the way you'd think at least...and I almost did, but I didn't so you don't have to know that, Oshitari mentally added, "Whaddya remember?"
His body seemed to relax considerably the moment he heard nothing had actually happened between them. So he'd been worried without realizing it. Mizuki closed his eyes, making almost a painful face. "Hm.. Not much. Yuuta-kun comes to mind, and that bothers me. What happened?"
"I asked you something about him, nothing important," Oshitari let out a sigh of relief he'd forgotten about the first kiss thing, "and I learned a valuable secret about you."
Mizuki looked sick suddenly, "Wh-what?"
"Firsts actually matter to you, cutey," he replied with a chuckle, and then recovering, "so be gladder I didn't take yours."
He sneered, "Why would you think that?" Mizuki didn't remember the first kiss conversation, but apparently his fear of giving it to someone other than Yuuta was completely subconscious. "I was probably too drunk to think about what I was saying."
"A certain conversation we had, not like it matters much to me, I don't want it," Oshitari replied choosing to ignore the voice in the back of his head that was reminding him of his whole 'almost cheek-kiss'.
"Whatever then," Mizuki mumbled, covering his eyes with the back of his hand in an attempt to block out some of the pain. "I wouldn't care if you did or not. It's just a stupid action."
"Oh stop it. It's not like it matters to me, it's just satisfying to say," Oshitari answered, "Want some more water? Your head must be killing you."
"I wish it would get it over with and kill me already then," He remarked bitterly, groaning again as he rolled onto his back.
Oshitari smiled and put his hand on the boy's forehead, "If there's anything I can do to make it better, feel free to ask," and with his other hand passed him another bottle of water.
Mizuki took the water and held it against his cheek gently, trying to remove some of the heat. "Yeah, rewind to yesterday and smack that stupid wineglass out of my hand."
"Let's try in the realm of possible. What can I do to make you happier?" Oshitari offered.
"Tell me I didn't do anything stupid?" Mizuki knew he was probably being too hopeful. Drinking like that in the first place was his first mistake, it had to have only gotten worse from there.
"No permanent damage. You were a bit of an ass, and I really don't recommend drinking again to you, but otherwise, you didn't do anything stupid," except tell me what you'd write Yuuta on a card. Oshitari smiled, "Anything else I can do?"
"Thank God," he mumbled, moving the water bottle to the side of his neck now. "Hold me?" It was sarcastic, and he didn't open his eyes to see how the other was taking his smartass responses. Frankly, with how his head ached, he didn't care.
Oshitari obeyed and wrapped an arm around the shoulder of the smaller boy, "It'll pass soon," he missed the sarcasm, but thought he was doing the right thing and friendly action.
Mizuki tensed automatically at the embrace. "I was joking," he mumbled, opening his eyes but finding it hard to look at the other boy. It wasn't as if they hadn't hugged before, so he didn't know why he felt so tense this time.
"Oh...well, do you want me to stop?" Oshitari offered, "I'm trying to make you happy here."
"Not really," Mizuki answered, resting his head on Oshitari's shoulder. "I just don't want to give off the wrong idea." Like that ever mattered before, but something was subconsciously telling him to be careful.
Oshitari tried to shift his brain from what he had almost done earlier, and feeling rather successful thought he could manage in this situation, "You aren't." Oshitari gently rubbed the other boy's shoulder, "It's going to get better soon...trust me, I've been drunker than that and woke up with worse hangovers than the one you're experiencing, and less of a memory than I'd ever admit to, okay?"
"You're an idiot then," he mumbled, moving a little closer so he wasn't leaning so much. "I don't remember everything, but there's still stuff there..."
"I don't disagree with that comment," Oshitari replied, and at the moment it was taking all of his self-control not to do things that would upset the smaller boy, "Well, at least you remember some stuff. Don't worry about it. I assure you - and I'm sure you can imagine, I've been drunker in much worse situations than this one. In fact I'd trade most of them for this one. Is there anything else I can do to help?"
"Mm...Tell me the truth," Mizuki finally responded, "Did we do anything, no matter how small?"
Oshitari let out a sigh, "No. We didn't do anything. I didn't do anything to you. You didn't do anything to me," he decided against telling Mizuki he bit him on the wrist because clearly the other boy was worried and not in a joking mood. He also kept from him that he almost did something to Mizuki but changed his mind at the last possible second, and concealing a bit of pain, "Your first kiss and everything else is still safe for Yuuta."
There was the softest sigh of relief at that information, and perhaps even Mizuki himself hadn't noticed it. "That's strange...something keeps telling me that you're lying, but I can't remember it." He pulled away and opened the water bottle, pausing before he drank from it. "I believe you though. I would remember if it was important."
Oshitari winced at that, and removed his arm, wondering if this was the biggest possible mistake he'd made in awhile, "Fine. I'll tell you the truth. I almost kissed your cheek but stopped before I did, because I knew that would be taking advantage of you and I don't even know how I feel about you and I could go on."
Mizuki's lips curled into a smirk and he put the cap back on the bottle. "That's it? If you still want to, you can." He tapped his cheek. "I'm actually flattered you respect me enough to stop. But it's just a cheek kiss. I've even given those out." Albeit, he was a child when he did, but that detail wasn't important. "Think of it as a reward."
"Shut up," Oshitari answered, "And since you seem to be so much -better- go to your own room." He stood up and stumbled back over to his desk.
"Alright then," Mizuki answered casually, still smirking though he knew he'd hit a nerve. Despite the dull ache in his head, he stood and went to where the other was. He set the water bottle on the desk, "Thanks for taking care of me." Technically that made them even, since he'd mothered Oshitari first, but it didn't feel that way. Before the other boy could say anything, he leaned in and kissed his cheek quickly, pulling away and heading toward the door without giving him time to react. "And thanks for not being a playboy 100% of the time."
Oshitari blinked. He would have reacted but he was still in shock, "Mi-Mizuki?" and his hand went up to meet where the kiss had been planted, and with a smirk, "What an ass. To play me in such a way." Oh well, he thought, payback is a bitch, and now then, time to deliver the cake and note to Yuuta.
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Mizuki shot him a glare, "Good." He really hadn't wanted to hold that offer up, and probably wouldn't have either way. He hesitated, blue eyes scanning the campus. "Saa..." He mumbled to himself, not wanting to pick wrong. "Follow me," he finally decided, heading off toward one of the buildings that looked vaguely familiar. He'd been lucky enough this time to choose correctly.
He chuckled a bit at the smaller boy's reply, but made no real response. Oshitari had no idea where the kitchens were and so it wouldn't have made any difference to him if they wandered around in circles, but he was glad to have someone so familiar with everything for once, "I'm impressed." He followed.
Naturally, Mizuki pretended he'd known all along and just waved off the compliment. "It's not that hard. You should be used to my correct data by now." The Home Ec kitchens were empty, as expected, so he simply helped himself. "Do you know what kind of flavors he likes?" He was quick to locate the recipe books and began flipping through them casually.
Oshitari nodded, "I guess so. What flavors? I don't...I figured he'd enjoy chocolate?" He figured he would put strawberries on top of it, and decorate the cake with all kinds of frosting, but he hadn't worried about...actual cake.
"You don't sound so sure to me," Mizuki commented offhandedly, pausing now and then as a recipe caught his interest, before turning the page. "Does he even like sweet food?"
Oshitari frowned, "I hope so...Doesn't everyone know that the way to a man's heart is through his stomach?"
Mizuki pulled a shocked face, "Oh? Ohtori-kun is a man?" He went back to turning pages, "Could've fooled me."
"Hey!" Oshitari smirked, "Look who’s talking, chef."
"What's that supposed to mean?" Mizuki asked, though the twitch near his eye said he understood perfectly. "Here" He slammed the book down in front of the other boy and pointed to a simple, but elegant looking cake. "Make it."
Oshitari tried to sustain a calm face as he looked over the recipe. It would certainly be no problem for a genius like him, but he had heard there was something like a green-thumb for bakers and he knew for a fact he didn't have that. He sighed and hoped it would turn out nicely, "Alright. That looks fine enough."
"If you need help, just ask me. Otherwise," Mizuki hoisted himself up onto one of the many empty countertops, "I'm just going to watch."
"You sure? I was hoping you'd make one and I could kind of follow along with what you did? I'm a good reader, but visually I do better," Oshitari tried to come up with an excuse. He needed the other boy to make another cake, after all, he had a great idea for it.
Mizuki sighed dramatically and came down from his seat, giving the taller boy and look of pity. "I had a feeling you wouldn't be able to do it without me." He acted agitated, but it was clear from his eyes that he was loving the superiority. "Alright, get everything together and we'll start."
Oshitari considered fighting the other boy, but for the moment he'd allow him to act all superior. He had no idea after all, what Oshitari had planned, "Very well, sensei" he added in his most sincere voice he could come up with and he fetched all the ingredients, bowls, measuring cups, and pans needed.
The shorter boy couldn't help but smirk as he ordered the other around, constantly nitpicking at his actions as they worked. The recipe was rather easy, and Mizuki wasn't really surprised that they were able to make it quickly. He enjoyed criticizing as much as he enjoyed instructing. It oddly reminded him of tennis club. "I'll leave this part to you," he said casually, motioning toward the icing mixture, "Since you're so good at it apparently. But first..." He stole a bit of icing with his forefinger and retreated to the side to enjoy it as he watched.
Oshitari sighed, this was certainly why he left baking to his sister. When the pair finished the recipe it was his turn. He mixed the Yuushi recipe for icing, and began to decorate the two cakes. He found strawberries in the refrigerator and put them all around the bottom and top of the cake in a sort of frame-like way and then in the center of Mizuki's cake in another color he made a layered M, first done with frosting then in blueberries on top. He did the same on his except he made a layered O, "How's that?"
Mizuki shrugged nonchalantly, though he'd clearly been absorbed in watching the whole time. "Good enough." He wiped at a bit of flour on his cheek and reached for the bowl of left over icing and collecting some off the side with his finger, not bothering to be particularly elegant as no one was really around to impress. This tasted good at least, but he wouldn't admit it.
Oshitari smirked, "It's a family recipe so I hope it's good. Well, you had no use for this cake, did you? Mind if I keep it?"
He removed the finger from his mouth, reaching for more as he shook his head, "I don't care. I was just going to toss it."
A bad move, Mizuki, he thought, but said nothing more, "Thanks."
"Whatever," he responded with a wave of his other hand, "Now clean up."
"Doesn't this place have a dishwasher?" Oshitari asked, rolling his eyes.
Mizuki shook his head, "Hm.. A part of Home Ec is learning to clean up after yourself. Now clean up~ And I'll take these." He snatched up the icing bowl and a handful of strawberries and moved to a clean counter. "I don't think I'll be having dinner tonight, so I need this."
You are such an ass," Oshitari replied, but inside he was happy the other boy appeared to take a liking to his icing. He checked the fridge noticing a package of raspberries, and a slight smile came across his face. He'd add them on later on. He put away all the other ingredients, and then washed out all the bowls. He put them back and then scrubbed his hands extra hard to make sure they were extra clean - despite how pruned they had become. He hated that feeling. He made a mental note to have dishwashers installed in this part of the school, "Would you like to go out to dinner with me? We'll stick these two cakes in the mini-fridge in my room first of course."
The dark haired boy raised an eyebrow, pausing in his consumption of the last strawberry. "Why?" He asked skeptically, finishing off the fruit and wiping the juice from his hands on a nearby towel. "And where?" Clearly he was against the cafeteria already.
"Because it's not as though YOU didn't use any of these pots! You could have helped clean up," Oshitari responded, "I figured we'd go somewhere in town."
Mizuki rolled his eyes, "So my punishment is to go to dinner with you?" Though the idea of actually eating good food, at an actual restaurant over the school's food was rather appealing. He scoffed, "What if one of your many, many girlfriends gets jealous?"
"I don't have any girlfriends, so I'm sure they could careless," Oshitari replied trying hard not to roll his eyes, "So, what sort of food would you like?"
"I told you online," Mizuki remarked, making his way to the sink to wash the remaining mess off his hands and face, "I like Italian and French foods."
"Alright, then would you care to try that Italian place with me?" Oshitari offered.
Mizuki shut off the water and grabbed a towel, looking at the other as he dried his face. "That's fine with me. You're not going to try and pay for it all, are you?"
"Mizuki there are really better places to spend your money. Honest," Oshitari explained, "I wish you wouldn't get into such a huff about this sort of thing, it's no big to me."
"It's nothing to me either," He responded casually, casting aside the generosity with a wave of his hand. "I'm not sure what I'd spend it on otherwise. I don't really have much I need to buy here, and I can't imagine what kind of 'emergency' I would need money for." Though that's what his parents had said the money was for, Mizuki couldn't find a scenario where money would help him considerably.
"Mizuki," Oshitari grumbled, "fine. But if you ever do run into a real emergency then I get to give you some money for it. How's that sound?"
The shorter boy shrugged, "The probability of that ever actually happening is very low, so I'll agree for now." He set the towel aside and looked over the kitchen once more to make sure it was clean enough for his standards. Giving a slight nod of approval, he motioned toward the cakes. "We should move those to your room now." He checked his watch before continuing, "It's almost five...When were you planning on going out?"
"I can eat at anytime. Would you care to go now? It's one of those places that does several courses and all that. We really could pick someplace else though since you refuse to let me pay," Oshitari muttered, picking up a cake, "Would you mind carrying the other?'
Mizuki did as he was asked, carefully scooping up the second cake and holding the dish it sat on with both hands. He responded casually as they moved to the door, "That's fine. I'm not particularly hungry, so I'm not sure how many courses I could really stand." But if the other really wanted to go, he would-- as much as his wallet would protest.
"I don't know anywhere else to get Italian...we could look around town though?" Oshitari offered, trying not to shudder. Lower class restaurants were always a thing for him to fear. He had one of his father's company's survey the cafeteria and it seemed up to his standard of living, but he figured it would be nicer to have company than to not.
Mizuki looked thoughtfully at the second cake as they crossed campus back to the boys' dorms. "If you're not against an unhealthy meal now and then, we could just eat the second one." Of course, he had no idea it was needed for something else, so it made sense...in a last-ditch effort sort of way.
"Absolutely not," Oshitari twitched. They couldn't eat part of that cake. It had plans, uses no less, quickly he came up with a lie, "I um...figured I'd share it with my roommate. You know, to get to know him. We'll go for appetizers at the Italian food place," This was also a lie, but he figured he'd be able to sneak a way to pay for the check himself.
The other boy didn't seem to catch the note of panic, as he was kind of hoping his suggestion would be rejected anyway. "Good, I'm not really fond of desserts taking the place of meals." Even though moments ago he'd been planning on skipping dinner and just running off those strawberries and icing he'd eaten. Oh well, being a hypocrite was easy and he'd yet to find a way to change. He balanced the cake on one hand gingerly, and opened Oshitari's door with the other, before returning both hands to the plate and walking inside.
Oshitari wished desperately that he'd more often remember to lock the door around the other boy as it was discomforting to him for it to be so easily openable. At the same time he was happy the other boy had not noticed any indication of his plan for that second cake, with one hand he opened the minifridge and placed his cake inside, he took the cake gently from the other boy and placed it on a different level of the fridge under his cake, "Shall we call a taxi this time?" Oshitari offered.
Mizuki smirked a bit at the offer, "That's fine." He didn't offer to pay the fee though, and he was silently hoping he wouldn't be asked to pay his half. He didn't want to let the other boy know how little money he really had--it was rather embarrassing. And besides, didn't the rich often look down on poorer people who pretended to be on their social level? Yeah, rhetorical question.
Oshitari smiled, "Naturally -I- will be paying for it. No complaints, I hope?" And he popped out his Blackberry and made a 4-1-1 call. As if someone of his social status would know the number of a taxi service. The taxi said it would arrive within 5 minutes at a meeting point they designated near the school. Oshitari hung up and asked, "Shall we?"
"I can pay for my half," Mizuki said defensively, though it was very much an act, one he played to give the illusion of having more money than he really did. He made his way back to the door regardless, leaning against the doorframe after he'd opened it. "Nfu~You know, people are going to start thinking we're dating."
"You're ridiculous, if you're going to be stubborn we're going to walk" Oshitari replied his anger was going by the second, it annoyed him to think he'd actually miss having people that would do anything for him to spend money on them. He didn't like people going overboard, but he hated it when he felt guilty over making them spend their money when he had plenty of it to spend himself, "Hmm, I doubt they'd really care. Besides, if you're lucky Yuuta will get jealous and claim you for himself."
Mizuki laughed, "Right. If you make us walk, I'll make you carry me." His fingers came up to mess with the side of his bangs as they walked, obviously triggered by the Yuuta-comment. He wished it was that simple.
"And I'm sure that'll quiet their claims of us dating. Now, I'm paying taxi fares and that's final," Oshitari replied, recognizing the car of the company he called. It was...something. It said taxi on its side and had a picture of its medallion from the company but Oshitari wondered if it was safe, frowning he opened the door and offered for Mizuki to enter first.
"If it makes you feel better," Mizuki replied shaking his head as if he disapproved of being taken care of. He slid into the backseat once the other motioned for him to and propped an elbow against the door, curling his hair as he stared out the window.
"Thanks," and it did, now he only had to convince the other boy to let him pay for his dinner too, he told the taxi cab where to go in town and the pair arrived fairly quickly. Oshitari pulled out his Vuitton wallet and paid the cab driver, "Shall we?"
Mizuki made a sweeping gesture for the other to take the lead and then followed him into the restaurant. It was rather expensive looking already (to him at least) and he suddenly wished he'd changed his clothes before they'd left. It didn't take long for the waiter to seat them and Mizuki was happy to have something to read to distract his mind from the embarrassment of being improperly dressed.
Oshitari was looking over the wine list, and noticed his partner was already on the real menu, "Would you care for something to drink along with the wine? Ah, pardon me, and which wine would you care for?"
It took him a moment to realize he was being spoken too and once the words sunk in, Mizuki raised an eyebrow. "Wine?" His eyes scanned the room as if waiting for someone to notice them, but of course no one seemed to care. "You do know the drinking age, don't you?"
"Eh? Drinking age?" Oshitari was surprisingly ignorant about such a thing. Anytime it became an issue he'd throw money on it and get out of the problem, in this sort of place though, he knew no one would care about such a thing as that, "If you're uncomfortable with it you don't have to drink. I however, will have not only their best wine, but also their best desert wine when that time comes."
As much as he didn't want to admit it, Mizuki knew nothing about wines. He'd never had a reason to, and though he'd been planning on researching them when he got closer to the legal age, it was still a good six years away. Nevertheless, he wasn't one to completely miss an opportunity. "I'll have whatever you suggest." Whether or not he could pay for it was another story.
"I leave that up to the age," Oshitari replied, and their waiter came around to take the wine order, "A bottle of your oldest wine please on my check. And I'll take a sprite in addition to that. If you wouldn't mind though, we'll need a bit more time for ordering appetizers. However, you can send the bread man by," Oshitari's smooth fingers curled around the wine list and he handed it up to the waiter, before taking it, the waiter placed down carved butter, shaped in flowers, fruits and all sorts of little things, almost too beautiful to eat, but Yuushi didn't know any better, "Thank you," came his response and he handed the menu back to the waiter. As though he'd been summoned almost instantly the bread man came by, he had a surprising amount of choices of homemade bread, "I'll take one of the whole grain, one of the potato, and one of the plain, thank you." And each were placed onto his bread dish, "What would you like, Mizuki?"
This was nice. He could really learn to love this kind of life. Except... He felt completely lost time to time, marveling inwardly at this and that, but never letting it show. Mizuki made his selection and waved the man away as if his presence was a bother. He almost wanted to ask how often Oshitari ate at places like this, but thought better of it. The blue haired boy probably dined at places far superior to this on a regular basis, whereas Mizuki had only pretended to. He picked at his bread, not willing to even admit that it tasted good--as silly as that was, he'd become overwhelmingly stubborn.
"The view from here is not quite as nice as it is in Le Jules Verne," Oshitari explained as his looked over choices on the appetizer menu, and then realizing he was probably coming off as pompous, he explained, "It's a lovely restaurant on the second floor of the Eiffel Tower. We go there every trip to France and seeing as how the prices at this place compare there I hope the food is just as good."
French was a language Mizuki loved, and as far back as he could remember he'd longed to go to Paris, so naturally he felt a pang of envy. Somehow he swallowed it down, his fingers tearing at the bread instead of pulling at his hair. "Hopefully." He managed to force out, becoming increasingly aware that he might just spend his entire 'emergency' allowance on this one meal.
"You'll have to come with me on part of my Europe tour this summer," Yuushi offered, "That way we can both decide what we think of the food." He decided on the calamari for his appetizer and took a slither of the butter and put it on his bread, "What would you like for your appetizer?"
"Really? That's rather generous of you..." Mizuki's eyes ghosted over the appetizer section of the menu, reading the Japanese translations of the meals, as he'd yet to learn Italian. His fingers twitched as he read the prices adjacent to each dish, finally deciding to just run down the list until he found the cheapest one. And it was still expensive. Bruschetta He wasn't sure how to say it, so he just stayed silent, pretending to not have heard the question.
Oshitari looked over and pronounced "Ah, Bruschetta? You sure you want that?" and then he noticed the price, "Oh please. I'm not going to have you insist on paying and then do that. Just let me take care of it." He called over the waiter, "It's my friend's birthday over here, and so you simply must not allow him to pay when it comes that time. He can put up quite an argument, so I wanted to get that out of the way, now then, allow us to talk about appetizers a bit more." The waiter nodded and walked off. Oshitari glared at Mizuki, "Now, what is it on this list you -actually- want?" He had been glancing at the English himself and was already for his calamari.
Mizuki glared quite heatedly, a mixture of embarrassment and stubbornness making it hard to focus. "You are so unbearable sometimes," he stressed, setting the menu flat in front of him and pushing it away a little. "You pick. I don't want to choose how much you have to pay. Since you insist on wasting your money on me, you should decide how much you want to throw away. I'll eat whatever you pick." It wasn't that he didn't appreciate the notion, it was just that he could never admit to it.
"Good. Unbearable is exactly what I go for. Well, I'm happy to order you the cost of two of the most expensive dishes on each section of the menu all put together. Now pick what you want for heaven's sake," Oshitari answered with a slight smile, "In return I want one thing from you and you can consider it payment enough."
What a pain in the ass. Mizuki stared hard at the menu in apparent disapproval before pointing bitterly at the appetizer he wanted and again at the meal. Yes, he definitely couldn't have paid for this dinner on his own after all. That somewhat added to his displeasure. He folded his arms and narrowed his eyes, regarding Oshitari seriously, "What do you want?" His data could probably tell him, but then again, Oshitari was rather unpredictable.
"Are you embarrassed that I did that? It's strange, I've never met someone who rejects an act of kindness so blatantly. Jeez," Oshitari answered but part of him was happy about it. He just hoped his wealth did not draw a line between the two, "I'm having the calamari."
"No, I'm angry because it feels like you're trying to do everything for me. I'm not a child." Though technically, he was. And what's more, Oshitari was right: Mizuki was embarrassed. He didn't like being taken care of when he'd taken such time to build up an independent image of himself and tried so hard to project that onto others. Mizuki scoffed, his fingers just dying to tug at his hair, but he kept them firmly clinging to his sides, arms still folded. "No, I meant...what did you want me to do in return?"
"Not at all. I'm doing this because I want to spend time with you, and I have a certain...expectation of food, so I don't want that to mean you can't spend time with me. If that makes any sense without sounding horribly rude? I guess it means I'm too extravagant," Oshitari tried to explain, "Oh that's simple. Take care of Ohtori. I'm not going to force out of you whatever your plan is for him, but don't let it be anything malicious."
Mizuki rolled his eyes, "Whatever." It made sense, so all he could do was mumble about it with an unpleasant expression. His hands relaxed considerably after hearing what the other boy wanted in return. He smirked, "Oh? That's easy." He wouldn't admit that he'd been genuinely terrified that the topic of Yuuta would resurface.
"Good," Oshitari said relaxing a bit. He had been genuinely worrying for the boy and wondered if perhaps he should warn him or if that would seem suspicious.
"Nfu~ You're not supposed to think about my plans or you just might ruin them, you know." Mizuki set his elbows on the table lightly and laced his fingers together, resting his chin on them as he studied the taller boy. "If they were malicious plans, I never would have told you in the beginning. Those types of manipulations are best left secret."
"Very well. I will do my best to interfere with this plan as little as possible," Oshitari gave, "What what you like for your 1st and 2nd main courses? I'm having a Caesar salad and the gnocchi."
Mizuki narrowed his eyes, before dismissing the question with a wave of his hand, the other still resting under his chin. "I told you I don't care. I'm not even that hungry." He was getting tired of this back and forth play between them and wasn't sure how much more he could take. It occurred to him that Oshitari could just be trying to be nice, but Mizuki had other things on his mind. It didn't help that he wasn't paying either. That made him care less about what he ate, especially since every time he ordered something he felt guilty.
"Ugh, fine," Oshitari answered, "but if you complain with what I order you then it's your fault." He called over the waiter, "I would like your calamari for my appetizer. Your Caesar salad for my first main course and the gnocci for the second. As for my friend, he would like whatever the chef deems his best, and I ask it have all kinds of Italian flavoring in it - samples of different pastas, salads, all that sort of thing. We'll order desert later on."
The shorter boy felt sick just thinking about it. Not that he didn't like Italian food--he quite loved it obviously--but the amount of food being ordered was more than he could stomach for now. He would enjoy it, but whatever he wouldn't eat would be wasted...and it was damn expensive. "I have no idea how anyone would sleep with you," he groaned after the waiter left. "Do people actually like being treated this way by you?"
"We'll bring the extra home, and put it in the fridge, we can reheat it in the microwave tomorrow," Oshitari explained, "Then I'll get to try all the great samplers you're going to have and know what to order next time!" He looked surprised, "I'm sorry, was I supposed to treat this like a date? I wasn't doing that. But yes, they generally do like it." He leaned in and whispered to the other boy, "Since you're the topping type, you'd need to be the one in control, no? Usually, I do that so they enjoy the treatment and care. Same goes for the ladies." He pulled back.
If Mizuki had wanted to say anything regarding normal things such as left-overs, he'd certainly lost his chance once the other boy said that. Even though Oshitari had pulled back, Mizuki shrunk back farther into his chair, his face coloring slightly while his mind fought against a mixture of anger and embarrassment. He'd figured the other boy might reference dating at some point, but that's not what had caught him off guard--the extra details were. "No," he grit out, before realizing what the hell he was denying. He did enjoy being in control, but he had no idea where his preferences fell in terms of romance. The thought of 'topping' someone like Yuuta... "Impossible," he mumbled, eyes focused on the tablecloth.
Oshitari was greatly amused by the other boy's reaction but put that aside for the appetizer had arrived, "Enjoy. Itadekimasu?"
Mizuki stared at his food as if he'd forgotten they were even in a restaurant. "Ah...Itadekimasu..." He responded rather automatically, though he made no move to actually eat.
Oshitari picked up his fork and began to have a go at his appetizer. He noticed his friend was not, "Is it something you dislike? Or did my last comment set you off that much?"
The shorter boy shook his head, though at what was unclear. He'd honestly lost all appetite, or even the patience to pretend it.
"Alright. Shall we take this to go? And you can have it later on?" Oshitari offered. Realizing he had gone a step too far and cursing his tongue for doing so.
Mizuki gave a half-shrug, looking rather contemplative. "It's fine." He mumbled, picking up a fork and attempting to mess with his food, though the idea of eating it was still unappealing. Instead, his blue eyes scanned the table, trying to find something without really knowing what they were looking for. Eventually they settled on the wine. Wait. How long had that been there? He nodded to the bottle, trying to clear his mind from its thoughts, "Are you going to drink that whole thing?"
"Agh! I'm totally a moron," Yuushi exclaimed, "That lowers the tip, they ought to have poured it for us," and he took the bottle and poured about half a glass into Mizuki's glass and the same amount into his, "Tell me when you want more."
He eyed the dark liquid as he tried to remember things he'd read or heard about drinking. None of them had been pleasant--but perhaps that was only if you didn't know when to stop. Despite never having had alcohol before, Mizuki was fairly confident he knew his limits. The wine wasn't as terribly hard to swallow as he'd expected, though the aftertaste wasn't something he was used to (or ever thought he would). This was weird, drinking at such a 'young' age, but he had to admit (to himself at least) he felt more adult doing it. More independent. Oh, and it was also rather successful at chasing away thoughts of his hopeless situation with Yuuta. "More," he ordered offhandedly, making an effort to eat so that it looked less suspicious.
Oshitari noticed that it was rather quickly for the other boy to have finished his drink. He was used to only drinking one glass with dinner - at a maximum two - this was how he was raised after all. He would have ordered it by glass, but who knew if restaurants properly closed back the bottles and stored extra wine and what not? He couldn't help wondering though if the boy knew what he was doing. Even so, Oshitari grabbed the bottle and refilled the glass - this time more full. He went back to eating some more of his calamari. The sauce had been surprisingly good, he'd have to remember this as a choice appetizer, "So, would you like some food with that -wine-?" he asked taking a sip of his own wine.
Mizuki paused, regarding the other boy over the rim of his wine glass, before continuing. "I'm eating," he pointed out as he set the glass down, the contents already dangerously low. He poked at his dish and put a bit of the food in his mouth, glaring at Oshitari as he did so. "See?" He'd already begun to feel a warmth that made him oddly comfortable and yet agitated at the same time--mostly because it was becoming harder to think intelligently.
Oshitari wondered if he was imagining a rosiness in the other boy's cheeks, "Okay...well. Feel free to drink some more," he motioned to the bottle, "I'm going to talk with our waiter if you don't mind." Oshitari left the table for a minute.
"Well that was rude," Mizuki mumbled to himself as Oshitari left. He propped his head up on one hand and considered the wine bottle sitting so innocently in front of him. "Saa..." It was surprisingly harder to pour himself a glass than Oshitari had made it look. Of course, it may have been easier if his head didn't feel so heavy. The dark haired boy abandoned his food and sipped at his glass as he waited for the other to return. It was weird--he felt kind of thirsty, but the more the drank the less satisfied he was. This kind of data made no fuckin' sense. He could only set his glass aside as if it offended him, partly resting his head on the table now while he glared at it bitterly.
The other boy returned looking brighter, "I've taken care of dinner and they'll deliver it to our rooms later on. So, we can sit and hang out or go someplace you'd feel more comfortable." Oshitari looked at the other boy's glass, empty again? "Would you like some sprite instead? You can have mine, I haven't even tasted it, yet."
"We're leaving?" Mizuki asked, his voice a little slurred but still surprisingly understandable. "I don't want anything to drink," he mumbled a bit angrily. The sprite would probably make him even more thirsty--at least, according to that messed up data from a moment ago. He stood a bit shakily, looking a little bitter at the fact that the room wanted to move when he hadn't given it permission to.
"Have you...ever had anything to drink before?" Oshitari asked finally putting two and two together. Oh boy, he thought.
"Yes!" Mizuki shot back, a little louder than he probably meant to. "Just now. Weren't you watching?" Oshitari was an idiot. That had to be it. Mizuki had more than lost the logic that was such a pride of his, but he unfortunately had kept the sarcasm. "Where are we going then, genius?"
Oshitari frowned, he was used to drinking, evidently not many other people his age were, "I'm taking you back to your room, making sure you don't hurt yourself, giving you lots of water to drink, and putting you to bed." He took the other boy's hand to keep him from falling and took one last gulp of wine, knowing he'd need some liquor to calm himself for the rest of the night. He put the glass back down and led the other boy out of the restaurant.
The second they stepped out onto the sidewalk, Mizuki jerked his hand away and walked ahead of the other, clearly irritated. It was difficult to walk quickly when disoriented, but he somehow managed to do it without falling, only stumbling once or twice.
"Mizuki please, you can't steady yourself like that and I really don't want to explain to the Hospital why two underage boys are quite over the legal limit of liquor," Oshitari frowned and called a 'Taxi' afraid of doing anything that might possibly offend the other boy.
"Shut up," he snapped. Mizuki opened his mouth to possibly insult the other but got cut off when he stumbled again, seemingly tripping over nothing but his own two feet. He pushed himself off his hands and knees and stood, quite determined to pretend it hadn't happened just as the taxi pulled up.
Oshitari sighed, "You are never allowed to drink again." And he picked the other boy's shoulder and dragged him into the cab. He told the driver where to take the pair and they drove off.
"Don't touch me." He ordered as he huddled to one side of the backseat. Clearly, Mizuki was a rather bossy, rude, and constantly angry person when drunk, having lost most of the things that kept him civil. When the cab stopped, the fumbled with the door before finally getting out and slamming it as Oshitari paid the driver.
Oshitari apologized to the driver for his friend and opened the door, "Let's get you quietly to your room." He ignored the other boy's warning about touching him and hooked arms with him to try to steady Mizuki
"Don't touch me." Mizuki spat out, trying to jerk his arm away. "Are you stupid? I told you before." His voice wasn't very loud, but it seemed to echo regardless.
"Mizuki, you're being a moron, but I respect you even so. Calm down and let me take care of you, I'm not going to do anything but take you back to your room and make sure you put yourself to bed, okay?" Oshitari tried to remain patient but clearly the other boy wasn't going to make this job easy.
"Che! Yeah right." He remarked sarcastically, trying again to get out of the other boy's hold. It was surprisingly difficult, he hadn't thought Oshitari was that strong. "And then what, huh?" Clearly Mizuki didn't believe there were good intentions behind any of these actions.
Oshitari sighed, he considered kidding around and saying something like 'screwing you in your bed', but he figured the other boy would only make it harder to cooperate, "And then, I'll take a nap of my own on the bed and when you wake up sober I'll slap you."
Mizuki struggled a bit more before realizing it only made him dizzier and more irritated. "I'd love to see you try. You can't even hit my hand without crying about it." His words were meant to hurt, as if lashing out would make his frustration go away. "This whole thing was planned. Everything you do is planned. Bastard." Apparently, he was bitter about that too. Why did Oshitari have to be unpredictable? It made things unpleasant.
Oshitari winced and considered letting go of the other boy but continued on his track to Mizuki's room after all he had put the other boy in this mess and so it was only fair for him to deal with it, he tightened his grip and said firmly "Come on Mizuki. We're at your door, where's your key?"
"I'm not letting you in my room." Mizuki noticed the look he got and met it with defiance, tilting his chin up a bit. "It's a secret." Oh yes, it was more than clear now that the worst parts of Mizuki Hajime had been left behind, his love for secrets was no exception.
"Fine. We'll go to -my- room then," Oshitari said and honestly hoped that the other boy would see no malicious intent in that.
Mizuki laughed dryly. "Yeah, fuck that." He stood back a little and folded his arms over his chest, intent on not being moved. "I'm not goin' in your room. I know what'll happen."
Oshitari frowned, "Oh? What am I going to do to you Mizuki?"
"Something," the shorter boy sneered, "that I'm sure you've wanted to do since the beginning."
Oshitari sighed, "Like slap you really hard? Because that's all that's coming to mind! Open your fucking door Mizuki or you're going to my room." He said firmly. He was beginning to lose patience with the smaller boy.
The intoxicated boy just laughed, the sound echoing in the hallway before trailing off in that odd chuckling of his. "Nfu~ " Clearly he found the threat funny. Smirking cruelly, he titled his chin up again, as if it gave him superiority. "Bullshit. And no. I'll open it when I want."
"Fine, you're going to my room. You need water or you're going to quickly become very sick and have an even worse headache tomorrow," Oshitari grabbed the smaller boy and dragged him up towards his room.
Mizuki was surprised that Oshitari had touched him again, pulling him down the hallway towards the stairwell. It wasn't long before he became angry again though. He'd warned the other boy not to touch him. Twice. Furious at being ignored and disrespected, he dug his short nails into Oshitari's wrist, wanting to make him let go. Causing pain was probably satisfying too, though he'd regret it like hell when he sobered up.
"Ow! What the hell is your problem?" and then a rather brilliant idea crossed his mind as he continued to trail the boy further up the stairs, there were all kinds of ways having Mizuki drunk was going to be fun, "We're almost there, just come on." Oshitari opened the door, shoved the boy in and locked the door behind him, "Now then, have a seat, and let me get you some water." He found a bottle in his fridge and handed it to the other boy, "So Mizuki, I have a question for you, let's say you could give something to Yuuta, what exactly would you write on the card?" Oh yes, this was going to be fun. Plus, he could probably convince the other boy tomorrow that the marks were marks from when Mizuki begged for him to get into bed with Oshitari and ended up making out with his wrist, he was so full of desire. Oh yes, this would be fun.
He'd stumbled into the room and landed on the floor rather ungracefully, though he pushed himself to his feet almost immediately. The sudden mention of Yuuta, however, had effectively stopped him from trying to unlock the door. In fact, it seemed to kill his anger noticeably, replacing it with confusion and longing. What would he write to Yuuta? "I love you, Yuuta-kun," he answered in a soft mumble, before making an odd noise in the back of his throat and half-sitting, half-collapsing onto the edge of Oshitari's bed. Hearing the words out loud seemed to make him sad and reminded him of just how stupid and hopeless it was. "Nfu~ Just kidding."
Oshitari smiled, "Let's try something a little more subtle, what would you say if it was a...gift, something nice, like a baked good or something?" He pushed the other boy so that he was sitting as normally as possible on the bed and took a seat next to him.
If this had been planned, it was genius. Mizuki's anger was gone and he was surprisingly easier to deal with when he was sad. Mostly he just stayed quiet and pensive. "...'Here, Yuuta-kun. Take this stupid gift, I just want to see you smile.' " It was still bitter but the volume was much softer than his previous sarcastic comments.
Oshitari winced, it certainly would not get Mizuki into his pants, but hopefully it would work for Mizuki, "Thanks for that. Now then, do you need some more water?" He went over to the minifridge and pulled out another bottle and handed it to the boy. He raced over to a notebook and jotted it down in as best as his memory could make Mizuki's handwriting, thinking to himself, Now that was good. You'll thank me later Mizuki.
Mizuki took the water bottle gently and looked over it in apparent distaste. Even in his drunken state, he was still picky over things as trivial as brands. Regardless, he drank it and was pleased to find it helped the thirst instead of making it worse. He looked over Oshitari once he'd downed half the water. "What now, genius?" He asked, his sorrow beginning to fade. Obviously, he was still suspicious.
"Now, you sleep hopefully," Oshitari replied. Making finishing touches to his note. He felt so good about this. Yuuta better be happy with the hell I'm going through to get 1 shining moment of goodness for this damn letter, Oshitari thought.
"Mmhmm. Right." He drank most of the water before dropping the bottle to the floor and laying down on Oshitari's bed, not caring where the other would go. "You sleep on the floor," Mizuki ordered, curling up against the other boy's pillow and clumsily working his shoes off with his feet. It was only about 7 or so, but the smaller boy didn't seem to care. "Touch me and you die." Yet he was unwilling to close his eyes.
Oshitari sighed, "Whatever," and got back to his work. He had finished the note and taped it to the cake-box in a nonchalant sort of Mizuki way. He looked over to see how the other boy was doing and noticed his eye's weren't closed, "Well? Are you going to bed, or do I need to read you a bed time story?"
"I don't trust you," he answered, half muffled by the pillow.
"What exactly will I do to you?" Oshitari asked, "What is it that you're so afraid of having happen?"
"Hm..." Mizuki mumbled something against the pillow, not taking his eyes off the other.
"Oh? You're afraid of 'hm'? What's that?" Oshitari asked, hoping he was considering going to sleep soon, "More water?"
Mizuki refused the offer with a shake of his head and moved the pillow so it wasn't near his mouth. "I said, 'first kiss'." He repeated, making it clear what he was afraid would be taken if he fell asleep. Logic wasn't with him after all, so things like promises meant nothing.
He took a strange glance at the smaller boy, an air of amusement passed through him, "If I was going to steal your first kiss I would have done it earlier today," Oshitari sighed. He hoped that after this event the other boy would treat him less...suspiciously.
Mizuki looked less than comforted. "Do you want to?" He asked, not teasingly, but genuinely curious.
"Okay, that's the alcohol going to your head, lay back down," Oshitari intended to avoid that question as long as possible.
"Answer it," Mizuki stressed, though he set his head back on the pillow as he did so. "I want to know."
"Go to bed, I'm not going to take a kiss from you while you're drunk," he replied getting rather irked at the other boy. Oshitari frowned.
"I know that, because I won't let you." The shorter boy seemed unsatisfied, his love of prying and discovery was far too much. "Please tell me," it was a bit nicer, perhaps because he was losing the battle to stay awake. "I probably won't remember.."
"No," He lied finally. Or was it a lie? He didn't know. The other boy was drunk so he'd never do it now anyway and to be fair he just wanted the other boy to go to sleep, "I don't want to kiss...you."
Mizuki stared at him silently for a moment, his eyes heavy with the need for sleep. His face was as unreadable as ever, but his eyes were disappointed. ".....Liar," he whispered before giving into the urge to close his eyes.
He looked at the other boy and frowned. Inside he hoped the other boy would forget about the conversation all together the next day. He had no idea what to do during this time. He was afraid to sleep, he'd seen it happen at parties where first time drinkers had all sorts of things wrong and so he figured he'd just stay awake until the other boy woke up. Plus, he was sort of occupying Oshitari's bed. He looked over at him though and gently poked his cheek, "You're really..." but he didn't finish it. And then he leaned in considering to kiss the other boy's cheek as he desired, but right before he made contact, Oshitari realized what he was doing, and jumped back. He decided to occupy himself by writing until the other boy awoke.
Falling asleep early in the evening had its drawbacks, one of them Mizuki was finding out about the hard way. Waking up at 1 am really wasn't fun, especially with a headache as bad as the one he just realized he had. The finally sober boy made a noise like a mix between a whine and a groan as he rubbed at his eyes, holding his head with one hand.
Oshitari looked over from his paper. He hadn't done any actual writing, but he had written a few ideas down, "Well, well. How's my favorite boy who can't hold his liquor?"
"Shove it," Mizuki groaned, finding that his even his own voice was irritating at the moment. He rolled over, taking in his surroundings through half opened eyes. He didn't look too happy, in fact there was a hint of dread behind his words. "I...drank too much, didn't I?"
"Ya think?" Oshitari offered, "You didn't eat a thing, you're supposed to only drink like one glass of wine, friend, not 3 or 4 or how many ever you had. Not to worry though, I took care of you and didn't even take advantage of you," Well, not in the way you'd think at least...and I almost did, but I didn't so you don't have to know that, Oshitari mentally added, "Whaddya remember?"
His body seemed to relax considerably the moment he heard nothing had actually happened between them. So he'd been worried without realizing it. Mizuki closed his eyes, making almost a painful face. "Hm.. Not much. Yuuta-kun comes to mind, and that bothers me. What happened?"
"I asked you something about him, nothing important," Oshitari let out a sigh of relief he'd forgotten about the first kiss thing, "and I learned a valuable secret about you."
Mizuki looked sick suddenly, "Wh-what?"
"Firsts actually matter to you, cutey," he replied with a chuckle, and then recovering, "so be gladder I didn't take yours."
He sneered, "Why would you think that?" Mizuki didn't remember the first kiss conversation, but apparently his fear of giving it to someone other than Yuuta was completely subconscious. "I was probably too drunk to think about what I was saying."
"A certain conversation we had, not like it matters much to me, I don't want it," Oshitari replied choosing to ignore the voice in the back of his head that was reminding him of his whole 'almost cheek-kiss'.
"Whatever then," Mizuki mumbled, covering his eyes with the back of his hand in an attempt to block out some of the pain. "I wouldn't care if you did or not. It's just a stupid action."
"Oh stop it. It's not like it matters to me, it's just satisfying to say," Oshitari answered, "Want some more water? Your head must be killing you."
"I wish it would get it over with and kill me already then," He remarked bitterly, groaning again as he rolled onto his back.
Oshitari smiled and put his hand on the boy's forehead, "If there's anything I can do to make it better, feel free to ask," and with his other hand passed him another bottle of water.
Mizuki took the water and held it against his cheek gently, trying to remove some of the heat. "Yeah, rewind to yesterday and smack that stupid wineglass out of my hand."
"Let's try in the realm of possible. What can I do to make you happier?" Oshitari offered.
"Tell me I didn't do anything stupid?" Mizuki knew he was probably being too hopeful. Drinking like that in the first place was his first mistake, it had to have only gotten worse from there.
"No permanent damage. You were a bit of an ass, and I really don't recommend drinking again to you, but otherwise, you didn't do anything stupid," except tell me what you'd write Yuuta on a card. Oshitari smiled, "Anything else I can do?"
"Thank God," he mumbled, moving the water bottle to the side of his neck now. "Hold me?" It was sarcastic, and he didn't open his eyes to see how the other was taking his smartass responses. Frankly, with how his head ached, he didn't care.
Oshitari obeyed and wrapped an arm around the shoulder of the smaller boy, "It'll pass soon," he missed the sarcasm, but thought he was doing the right thing and friendly action.
Mizuki tensed automatically at the embrace. "I was joking," he mumbled, opening his eyes but finding it hard to look at the other boy. It wasn't as if they hadn't hugged before, so he didn't know why he felt so tense this time.
"Oh...well, do you want me to stop?" Oshitari offered, "I'm trying to make you happy here."
"Not really," Mizuki answered, resting his head on Oshitari's shoulder. "I just don't want to give off the wrong idea." Like that ever mattered before, but something was subconsciously telling him to be careful.
Oshitari tried to shift his brain from what he had almost done earlier, and feeling rather successful thought he could manage in this situation, "You aren't." Oshitari gently rubbed the other boy's shoulder, "It's going to get better soon...trust me, I've been drunker than that and woke up with worse hangovers than the one you're experiencing, and less of a memory than I'd ever admit to, okay?"
"You're an idiot then," he mumbled, moving a little closer so he wasn't leaning so much. "I don't remember everything, but there's still stuff there..."
"I don't disagree with that comment," Oshitari replied, and at the moment it was taking all of his self-control not to do things that would upset the smaller boy, "Well, at least you remember some stuff. Don't worry about it. I assure you - and I'm sure you can imagine, I've been drunker in much worse situations than this one. In fact I'd trade most of them for this one. Is there anything else I can do to help?"
"Mm...Tell me the truth," Mizuki finally responded, "Did we do anything, no matter how small?"
Oshitari let out a sigh, "No. We didn't do anything. I didn't do anything to you. You didn't do anything to me," he decided against telling Mizuki he bit him on the wrist because clearly the other boy was worried and not in a joking mood. He also kept from him that he almost did something to Mizuki but changed his mind at the last possible second, and concealing a bit of pain, "Your first kiss and everything else is still safe for Yuuta."
There was the softest sigh of relief at that information, and perhaps even Mizuki himself hadn't noticed it. "That's strange...something keeps telling me that you're lying, but I can't remember it." He pulled away and opened the water bottle, pausing before he drank from it. "I believe you though. I would remember if it was important."
Oshitari winced at that, and removed his arm, wondering if this was the biggest possible mistake he'd made in awhile, "Fine. I'll tell you the truth. I almost kissed your cheek but stopped before I did, because I knew that would be taking advantage of you and I don't even know how I feel about you and I could go on."
Mizuki's lips curled into a smirk and he put the cap back on the bottle. "That's it? If you still want to, you can." He tapped his cheek. "I'm actually flattered you respect me enough to stop. But it's just a cheek kiss. I've even given those out." Albeit, he was a child when he did, but that detail wasn't important. "Think of it as a reward."
"Shut up," Oshitari answered, "And since you seem to be so much -better- go to your own room." He stood up and stumbled back over to his desk.
"Alright then," Mizuki answered casually, still smirking though he knew he'd hit a nerve. Despite the dull ache in his head, he stood and went to where the other was. He set the water bottle on the desk, "Thanks for taking care of me." Technically that made them even, since he'd mothered Oshitari first, but it didn't feel that way. Before the other boy could say anything, he leaned in and kissed his cheek quickly, pulling away and heading toward the door without giving him time to react. "And thanks for not being a playboy 100% of the time."
Oshitari blinked. He would have reacted but he was still in shock, "Mi-Mizuki?" and his hand went up to meet where the kiss had been planted, and with a smirk, "What an ass. To play me in such a way." Oh well, he thought, payback is a bitch, and now then, time to deliver the cake and note to Yuuta.
Sorry for exceeding the character limit by a lot